Take A Wife

Marcello’s P.O.V

I stilled, a nerve ticking in my jaw as rage boiled under my skin. Ambrosia…no the woman beneath me whined in protest, squeezing her pussy muscles enough to make me hiss. “Don’t go, Don. Please. Fill me with your cum.”

“Get off me,” I growled, knocking off her legs that were tight around my waist. She fell to the ground, yelping as I pulled my pants over my still throbbing cock. I hissed through my teeth when the metal of my zipper cruised gently over my tip but finally I was able to shove my cock inside my pants.

As I stormed out of my room, I gritted my teeth in frustration. On a normal day, I would have kept the Conclave della Notte waiting until I was done, but today was no normal day and I knew they were here because of my Uncle.

I entered my den and paused at the doorway, seeing the seven men of the Conclave sitting around the mahogany desk in the center of the room. Although their faces were shadowed due to the dark lighting, their postures were tense and rigid. These were part of the most dangerous men in the world–Lords of crime–and yet as I entered, their gazes dropped instantly.

I didn’t sit immediately by the throne seat. Instead, I circled the table, my fingers grazing over the back of each chair as I passed.

“Gentlemen,” I finally purred. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

They exchanged uneasy glances and then Mr. Accardo also known as The Pope, cleared his throat.

“Don Marcello,” he started in a guttural voice ruined by excessive cigar. “It was just two years ago that we came together and demoted your uncle who has been the backbone of the Conclave and many Cosches. Then made you the Don at just 28 years old. It’s absolutely unheard of, but you managed to sway us in the Conclave Della Notte."

I raised a brow, gesturing for him to continue as I dropped into my chair.

“Your father was a wise leader and yet it was his love for petty revenge that got him killed.” The pope’s voice was now getting louder. “Your actions tonight proves you are just as whimiscal as him.”

“Yes!” feeling bold, another chimed in, Padre Bastone. “For just a hundred million dollars that your uncle owes you, you burned down the only coca plantation in italy. Do you have any idea what this will cost us? Our buyers in France and Russia–”

Just then, the maid from earlier who I’d told to get out of my sight entered the room, carrying a tray of drinks. My gaze locked in on her as she set the tray down before us, her fat tits right in my line of sight.

Blood rushed to my cock and I snapped my fingers at her. She froze, her eyes wide as she looked at me. “Don?”

“Under the table.”

I could see how the slut’s eyes dilated with arousal and she nodded, immediately dropping to her knees and crawling beneath the large table. The room tensed but I ignored them all, leaning back in my chair with my legs spread. This was the De Haas affliction. A libido that’s never sated.

Throats cleared across the table and men shifted uncomfortably even though they couldn’t see how she nimbly unbuttoned my pants and drew my thick shaft out. Her mouth was warm and eager when she took me in and as I buried my hand in her hair, pulling her closer, I let out a low groan.

“Dios, Ambrosia.” the name slipped out of my mouth like a confession.

The maid stilled briefly, probably shocked at the name but I only shoved her down down onto my cock, moving my hips as I fucked into her tight throat. Shit, there was no doubt as to what was happening now, the gawk sounds as she choked on my cock was enough. Finally, my pulse roared in my ears and I finally emptied my seed, my body tensing and then relaxing as she slurped every drop.

Once my cock was clean and tucked neatly into my pants, I shove the maid away and turned my attention back to the Conclave.

“Now,” i said coldly, “Where were we?”

None of them could say a word, the old men were clearly turned on and enraged at the absolute show of disrespect. A cold smile twisted my lips and then it was gone. I leaned my elbows on the table and asked the room. “Do you think, I, Marcello De Haas act without fucking thinking?” I made sure my eyes glinted with the fury inside me.

They shifted in their seats and I snapped my finger. Immediately, Carlo stepped into the room, carrying a folder which he began to distribute to the men.

“These are photos of Lucio’s plantation.” I hissed. “Look at them closely.”

The men opened the folders, their brows furrowing as they studied the images. “What…?

I cut them short by slamming my fist on the table. “You see those roots?” my voice was loud with rage. “Rotten. Infested with fucking beetles and diseases. My uncle was keeping it a secret from us all. If he’d processed that into cocaine, it would have been subpar! And do you know what happens when we supply mediocre coke?”

No one answered. They didn’t need to.

“The Russians would have come in, gunsblazing and had all your heads, every one of you in cohorts with Lucio De Haas.” my voice reached the highest bass, and I could see all them all tremble. “I saved you tonight and you all owe me your lives. So tell me–do you still have questions about my judgement?”

The men of the Conclave all shook their head, their expressions wary. I have clearly put the fear of the devil in them. As powerful as they all thought they were, the fucking Moskals will not blink an eye in killing every one of the mafia bosses in Italy. They were ruthless, especially when it came to the quality of their goods, and were so quick to switch sides and overlook centuries-long alliances. That’s why I never involved myself in the coke side of business. Dealing arms with the Arabs had always been my family’s business and I loved how clean and straightforward it was.

As I made to walk out of the meeting room, since clearly the meeting was over, Mr. Accardo cleared his throat. “Don Marcello, there’s one more thing.”

He looked clearly uncomfortable and this spiked my curiousity a bit. “Carry on.”

“You have been the leader of the Conclave della Notte for thirty months now.” he started and I had to cut him off with a smirk.

“Gentlemen, Mr. Accardo is counting my days! Tell us, how many weeks and days have I spent then?”

The room boomed with laughter, some forced, some genuine and then he apologized. “What we are trying to say is that you need a bride. Without a family, the smaller groups may start to question your stability.”

I leaned back, tapping my chin thoughtfully as I mulled over his words. Me, Don Marcello De Haas, take a wife? The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Other than the sycophants and thrill chasers I bed every night, no woman would genuinely want to be married to me. The last serious relationship I had…she told me I was too intense for her and she left me. Besides, there’s the case of my infidelity. I didn’t expect my women not to fuck other people and with my uncontrollable sexual appetite, asking for an exclusive relationship would be unfair. But a wife would require these things.

Just then an image of the wide-eyed vixen who had plagued my thoughts for days flashed through my mind and I froze.

“A bride huh?” I murmured, a cold smile spreading across my face. “Fine. The Don will take a wife soon.”