KatyaI felt powerful and vulnerable.High and drunk in lust.The sight of Ferrara between my legs was enough to set me off, but then his masterful tongue darted out and swept over my swollen flesh, and a moan wrenched from my lips.He ate me out like I was the favorite meal he had been craving, his fingers reaching upwards to play with the flesh of my nipples and wrap around my breasts.I thrashed on the couch, arching my back as I pushed my hips closer to him, craving more and more.I wanted, needed...I felt greedy and crazy with desire, moans and gasps leaving my lips, my fingers slipping into his hair to hold him captive.Ferrara drove me insane with the kind of immeasurable pleasure I hadn't thought possible since the night I met him.And now, it was more heightened, better than I ever remembered, more intense than my memories.Heat pooled in every part of my body, and the movement of his went faster and faster, sending me to the edge of the cliff."Ferrara...." His name was a c
Katya"Shit mmm...Ferrara...""Fuck yeah, Katya, say my name, Amore."I thrashed against him as an orgasm forcefully left my body, again.For the third time tonight.Ferrara spooned me, his cock still hard and driving into me from behind, his palms cupping my breasts as his face buried in my neck.It was intimate, overwhelming, and pleasurable.Sweat pooled in our bodies, mine weak from all the orgasms and yet ready for more of his touch.It was as though I had been possessed by something that couldn't be satisfied anymore, and when Ferrara slipped his cock from me, I whined softly, despite having come many times already.He gathered me in his hands and took my lips like a starved man, pushing himself upwards.When he tore his lips away, breathless and still hard with his cock poking against my ass, he turned me around and pulled me upward by the stomach, placing me on all-fours.I was beyond control now, my face buried in the pillow in front of me, my back arched as I waited with sor
Katya"Mommy, where did you go last night? Were you with Daddy?"I would have choked on anything if my mouth hadn't been empty. And at this point, the thought of coughing was appealing compared to the feeling of being caught.By my four year old son.Christopher appeared casual as he made his move in the chess game, his hazel eyes moving up to meet mine."It's your turn." He stated quietly, his palm on his jaw.I was barely aware of what I was thinking already and just made any move, then my son moved his Queen and started to giggle, screaming,"Check! Daddy was right! It worked!"What?I blinked for a second, my brows furrowed in confusion."Wait, baby, what did you dad tell you?" My ears were practically open and my cheeks prepared to burn of embarrassment.Christopher was still reeling in the feeling of his victory and jumped up and down before retuning go sit down in front of me, pouting his small pink lips."Um... Nothing much, mommy, just how to distract my opponent with a ques
KatyaI had barely taken a few steps away from the car when the door suddenly opened and fast angry footsteps reverberated behind me.I quickened my pace, all the emotions of the last few days coming to the surface and threatening to choke me.If Ferrara De Castello assumed he could just treat me like trash and then simply make it up and have me sit smiling and dancing over a glass of wine, then he was definitely insane.Where the hell was my security? Or my car...A hand as familiar as my own skin wrapped around my wrist, turning me around to face a red eyed Ferrara.I would have laughed or apologized for getting the alcohol in his eyes if I gave a damn.And how dared he look at me with anger in his eyes?"You wanted power, risked your life for it, I give it to you and suddenly you are splashing a fucking glass of alcohol on my face. Is there a manual I should follow while dealing with you?"The obnoxious bastard...I attempted to remove my hand from his, but he pulled me closer to h
KatyaTen minutes later, I sat in a luxurious seat of the private jet, biting my lower lip in rage.Of course I wasn't going to be whisked into a jet without a warning, and since he asked ever so politely, I decided to teach him a little lesson.Now, Ferrara sat opposite me with marks of claws on his neck, my finger nails paining me in reminder of how I had achieved that.We were both strapped to the seat with a seatbelt, panting for breath, angry as we stared at each other.An automated voice reminded us to stay in our seats as the flight was about to take off, and in front of us were assorted snacks and wine arranged in an inbuilt table that doubled as a box.It could withstand the takeoff turbulence.Ferrara looked pissed as hell and equally hot as he glared at me, the muscles of his jaws ticking.The takeoff barely lasted for a few minutes, and then the flight was moving smoothly.But it still felt like turbulence in my heart.I was frustrated, dying with the need to unstrap the s
KatyaThe rest of the flight was a blur.Somewhere between riding multiple orgasms and falling asleep, it came as a shock when I woke up to see the time by my wristwatch.I had been out for four hours!Shit. The thought of my son all alone at home filled me with guilt. I had never left him alone for a whole night since I held him in my arms.We were always under the same roof, me and my little boy.And now, I had been so out of it that I had forgotten to call him.A yawn left my mouth, my eyes taking in my environment which wasn't the place I remembered falling asleep in. I was lying in a bedroom with curtains covering the small windows, a duvet draped over my body.Were we out of the jet already?I threw off the covers and placed my feet on the floors, a blush tainting my cheeks at the soreness of my muscles and my state of undress.At least the floors confirmed that we were still on board.My clothes were arranged on the bed, and I wore them and moved on barefoot out of the room, s
Katya"Sure you are okay with not seeing Christopher before you sleep?"I rolled the pasta around my fork and brought it to my mouth, chewing and swallowing before I replied, "You said he's okay, so he's fine." I didn't look up from my task of picking up the glass of wine and taking a sip, but I could feel the surprise emanating from him."You surprise me, time and again, Katya." He reached for his own wine and drank, a smile tugging at the sides of his lips when I finally met his gaze. Yeah, it was good to see him smile, it would make it all the more satisfying to have it wiped off. Without another word, I finished the delicious pasta and gulped the wine down my throat, looking up to see him staring at me, intensely."Why are you suddenly quiet, Katya? You are not one to agree to something like this so easily." There was skepticism in his tone, and his eyes were narrowed in a contemplative manner.I kept my expression blank and shrugged, looking up to the wall clock. Almost tim
KatyaI woke up to a pair of hazel eyes staring at me, small chubby hands on my body. My heart was instantly filled with warmth, my arms spreading. My beautiful boy launched into my arms, his eyes so big and adorable. I kissed his forehead and smiled widely, hugging him close to me, "hey baby." Christopher giggled in my arms, and when I finally released him, he was smiling widely. My adorable muchacho."Good morning, mommy. Why are you back so early?" His quizzical expression and question reminded me of last night and the annoyance his father had put me through. I sat up and pulled him closer to sit on my laps, opening his mouth to examine his missing tooth. The gum was no longer so red and sore, and a tiny tooth was starting to rear its head in preparation for a growth."Um..." I couldn't give an answer, not just because I couldn't do that without lying, but because he suddenly interrupted me."Is it because of me, mommy? You were worried that I couldn't stay alone? Oh, now I
Two Years Later Ferrara "It's time." I didn't turn away from the mirror to see the man speaking to me, the one whom I hadn't intended to be friends with, but had ended up being more than a buddy, and making sacrifices for me, for us. Lee Alistair Jung, the newly instated Superintendent of the police. I adjusted my suit, as well as the ring on my finger, and turned around, facing him. The years had been kind on the superintendent, but in my newly found mode of gratitude, they had been great to me as well. Katya and I had gotten married a year ago, with our son, Christopher, bearing the rings which had joined us together as one. It had of course taken a year, because my love had wanted us to right the wrongs our revenge had caused, before getting the happy ending we deserved. And today, we weren't only celebrating our one year anniversary, but also the fact that the Petrov-Castello joint cooperation had ridden itself of dirty operations, and gone legal. In lieu of illegal shit,
Ahead of the finale chapter, I am consumed by various emotions. I am sorry towards you, my audience, whom I left hanging for virtually a month. The truth is this, I was struggling with the inability to put an end to this work, as well as health issues and my job which all had me incapable of putting thoughts together. This week, I vowed to myself that this work wouldn't surpass this month without being completed, and your votes and comments had me feeling so encouraged, as well as guilty. Thank you for sticking with me through my update inconsistences, especially since there were so many cliffhangers. I hope that I was able to give these characters the resolution they deserved. This is my first mafia work, and you were with me, while I was learning and trying to make things as accurate as possible. I love you all, and hope I can keep getting better as a writer. Once again, I am sorry, and thank you.
KatyaI was tired of hearing those words.Ferrara had apologized when he kept secrets from me, and now my only parent was doing the same, turning his eyes away from me."So...sorry? Sorry?" Fuck, I had thought there was nothing left in me.Based on what Carlos had told me, the perpetrators of our countless attempted murders had been caught, and the puzzle I had been racking my brain to solve for years, had finally been pieced together.It was the period of resolution, I should feel relieved.Yet, seeing the one who had tried to protect me from my father, and spent hours braiding my hair, wrecked me."Baby, please don't cry." Ferrara was saying beside me. When had he stood and placed his hands on my shoulders?All I knew was that I was finally seeing my parent, but not in the way I had imagined.Not with him in cuffs, and certainly not in a confrontational manner."Forgive me, Katya. I...I knew you wouldn't accept me this way, and I didn't want to make you ashamed or...""Shut up, Ca
KatyaMy head was banging,My lungs ached, and confusing images wouldn't stop replaying in my head.In that fire, while I had been looking for Ferrara, tears running down my cheeks as I held our son, I could have sworn that I had seen Alistair Jung, Just as I would have bet on my life, that he had saved me from that fire,Saved us.Sounds of beeping machines surrounded me, my patched throat empty as I struggled to say something, anything."Doctor, she's opening her eyes."At the sound of that, I parted my eyes sharply, a sudden pain slamming into my head as I took in the lights and the hospital bed.Hospital?What of my son, and...Ferrara?But before I could speak, a doctor walked into the room with a kind smile in his eyes."Ms. Petrov, wow, we didn't expect you to wake up this fast after all the smoke you injected into your body."The smoke, the fire..."Where...where are they?" I forced myself to speak, although it hurt to do that much, and I watched with hope and fear as the doct
FerraraFuck!How could I not have suspected her all along? How could I have fucking not run a background check in every damn person that had connections with us.As if she could read my thoughts, a smirk gathered at the side of her lips, those thick red lipstick which glimmered like poison, turning upwards in mockery.I was fucking going to kill her! Fucking bitch!I struggled to push myself up again, my own groans a reflection of my failed attempts. Those dreadful heels sounded closer and closer, sucking me in, until she was right in front of me, crouching down to my level.Those deceptive kind eyes were gone,Along with that shitty aura she had carried around her which hadn't made me imagine that she could be responsible.I cursed myself a thousand times for letting my guard down, for letting this woman ruin the most beautiful thing I had ever felt in my life.Love.My Katya, and my son.Fuck, where were they?"You...bitch, I'll kill you if you hurt them." I struggled to say those
FerraraI had been scared a number of times, for different reasons.My mind had been plunged into the same sea of my own fears, sunk by my imaginations of losing Katya.What if she decided that what I had done was unforgivable and left me right after I told her the truth?Would I be able to survive a minute without her, after knowing the enthralling feeling of her love?"I am sorry, Katya." I started to say, feeling my brows draw together, and the quick race of my heartbeat beneath my chest.Those slender fingers that had my ring seconds ago, reached upwards and slid the shades off her eyes, those arresting delicate pupils resting on me.Guilt jabbed into my throat, snuffing out every word I had been about to say, confessions which I had dreaded to make, killing me from the outside.She stared into my eyes, and I felt the hand of karma descend on me."Forgive me, baby, but..." I shook my head, pausing for a moment to get some air into my constricting lungs, then I continued,"I can't
Katya"...there is something I left out about..."My ears were open in rapt attention, My heart skipping,My palms tightening around his.He was going to tell me something that seemed to have been eating at him over the past few days, when he had zoned out sometimes after lovemaking.I had wanted to ask, but chosen to trust him, to let him tell me on his own terms.And now he was saying it.Except that Christopher Petrov-Castello (or Castello-Petrov as Ferrara graciously claimed) chose that moment to rush towards us, with those two annoying adults right beside him, wearing a grin a considered completely irritating.Scratch that my brother was in that pair."Daddy, mommy, see the toy uncle Carlos bought for me!" Christopher lifted a plush doll that looked very much like a scarecrow, some ugly thing which managed to draw my attention enough to scare me."Oh...it's quite...uncommon." I forced myself to mutter, my face squeezed as I took one look at Carlos who looked like he was having a
KatyaYou have got to be kidding me!"Don't shoot me, please!" ***Three hours ago, I lay in the arms of Ferrara, basking in the afterglow of a great night and nursing a little hangover, when Christopher opened the door with a loud thud, nudging us awake faster than an alarm clock."Daddy, mommy, help me!"Trust me, Ferrara and I jerked awake instantly, reaching for our weapons and panting for breath, as we hid our son under the duvet, prepared to shoot whoever had dared walk in here.This was a heavily secured property, so who could it be?A petty thief?Or even worse, the person responsible for the incidents of the past weeks?Almost immediately, the door swung open again, and we positioned our weapons, waiting for the intruder to burst in...But surprisingly, it was none other than Matteo, followed by Carlos, both of them wearing green scarecrow masks and a hysterical laughter in their lips.But as soon as they entered the room, and met the storm of anger and exhaustion in our sle
Ferrara"Oh Don, please, take me harder." Katya pushed back her ass against my cock, her hands bound behind her as her tits juggled in front of the mirror.Fuck, it was the most sexy sight that it drove me to a state of insanity, and I knew that I wasn't going to last long. Not by a long shot, And certainly not with the erotic sounds that Katya was making, or the way her ample breasts juggled and her hole sucked me in with eagerness.Heat dripped down my skin, and I bit into my cheeks, gliding my palms to cup her breasts, and burying my face in between her neck."Oh..." She parted her lips, a wordless sound slipping from it, her pupils glazed with lust over the mirrors.Yeah, it was a fucking turn on to see ourselves from two angles, especially now her buttcheeks juggled when I spanked them."Yeah..." Katya moaned, throwing back her head as I slipped my fingers into her pussy and started to get her off.She had come twice already, her pussy sore and sensitive, but it kept sucking m