Waking up to the woman I love who is now my wife feels pretty damn good. Last night Toni and I feel asleep after a fun fuck. I thought we might wake for more sex in the middle of the night but we both were drained from the day. It was an eventful wedding and I know my princess enjoyed herself. I’m happy my gift worked out the way I hoped it would. My fingers lightly trail the gold chain necklace that is loose on her now. Toni stirs next to me, but she doesn’t wake. I’m personally not ready to roll my ass out of bed, so I don’t blame Toni for not wanting to wake up. I relax a bit, closing my eyes since my princess isn’t ready to wake yet. We have nowhere to be today. We have a couples massage booked in the afternoon to be followed by a nice romantic dinner before we spend on more night having a fuck fest before we have to go back to go back to daily business. The break is nice. Toni and I did agree to do a honeymoon later on. With her business and me slowly taking over for my father,
Today we bury my father. It’s been about five days since he was killed. Hell, Toni and I haven’t even been married for a whole week yet here we are attending my father's funeral together. It’s almost unfathomable that we are standing here as people pay their respects to my dad. My mind is having trouble comprehending the situation. I thought I had years left with my dad. He was my guidance and sounding board when it came to business stuff. Now, he’s just gone. Living in the underworld there is always a risk that you will die a brutal death. At least my father was shot in the head by a sniper, so it was quick. We don’t know who ordered the hit either. Not yet at least. My father did have his secrets. Granted he didn’t have many that I didn’t know about, but I wager there are a few he kept from me for one reason or another. I know if he didn’t keep something from me it was probably to protect me. That’s one thing I can always say about my dad was that he fiercely protected me yet he wa
The melancholy sound of beeping machines almost sends me to sleep, but I fight the urge and take a sip of my canned espresso. Night shifts in the ER are no joke, but it was the first job I was offered out of nursing school so I took it. I took it because I’m determined to earn my freedom from the man who keeps me as his ward. Enzo DeLuca is a man my father worked for. He was Enzo’s second in command of the DeLuca mafia until my father betrayed Enzo to the rival mafia family, the Ronkas. Instead of killing me or selling me into sex slavery, Enzo took pity on me mainly because his son Nico advocated for me to be his father’s ward. Nico DeLuca is determined to make me his wife, and maybe there was a time I wanted that. However, I want my freedom more. Whatever plans Nico and his father have for me are purely for their gain only. I don’t want their plans. I want my plans. I want to be free from the violent world the mafia is shrouded in. I want to help people, maybe even become a doctor
Violetta Calla stands next to me as we wait for our order. She’s on edge as she nervously plays with the black stethoscope around her neck. Her celine blue scrubs hide her coca cola shape figure as well as her nice sized breasts. I’ve been watching Violetta from an affair for years. Her father said she was to be my wife, and I want her to be my wife. I wanted to claim her when her father died but the DeLuca’s claimed her first. War isn’t something I wanted to start. Besides, she was only fourteen at the time and I was already eighteen. I figured it was best to let her be with them until I could reclaim her as mine. Violetta going off on her own was a good thing. However, it was clear she was on a mission to separate herself from the mafia underworld. Nico gave her that space so I decided to respect it as well. I’ve been waiting for the right chance to approach and now it’s time to make my move. “You can relax, Violetta . I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.” I inform her.
Sitting at my desk in my large office in the back of the casino looking over the books as I drink a very expensive bottle of Merlot while puffing on an expensive Italian cigar. It’s about four am. I’ll be leaving soon to go rest in the penthouse suite of the hotel that the casino is located in. That’s where I’ve been living since Violetta went off to do her own thing. I didn’t like the idea of her breaking free on her own, but I needed to let her spread her wings or my little dove would be a sad little caged bird. So, I let my little dove spread her wings and fly knowing one day I’d have her as my wife. I’m about to turn twenty-seven and I plan to bring my little dove back home for my birthday which is in exactly three months from today. There’s a huge party planned at the casino. All the guests will get to play on the house. It’s going to be a night to remember because that is the night I also plan to put a ring on my little dove’s finger. I have everything set in motion, and I’m an
I’m thrilled when my shift ends at seven am. I waste no time going to my locker, grabbing my things and hightailing it out the door. I take the bus to my little one-bedroom apartment in an average part of town. I try to avoid the wealthy part of the city and the not so wealthy part of the city. I find the average parts of the city are where I prefer to hideout. I have a cozy standard one-bedroom apartment with a bedroom, kitchen, full bath, and a living room. There’s also a small dining area that I have set up with a small table and one chair. My little apartment is my safe place. My mind is spinning, so I need my safe space so I can come down from the adrenaline pumping in my veins from tonight's shift.. Once I enter my apartment, I lock my door and drop my backpack by the front door before I kick my black sneakers off. I make my way to my bedroom and grab my cotton cream nightgown and a pair of fresh panties before I head to my bathroom. I pop on my shower, lay my clothes and fresh
I’m running on four hours of sleep, but I don’t care. I’m going to Violetta’s apartment. I hate where she lives, but of course she would pick some cheap, basic ass apartment complex to live in. Violetta has always been a stubborn dove. She would defy her father at every turn. Her mom died when she was young in some mafia involved violence, well, that’s what Mario claims. My theory is that Mario killed his wife because after Violetta was born, her mom started fooling around with one of the men under Mario. I don’t know all the details, and to ask my father about it now, I doubt I would get the truth. My father used to tell me everything. I was in on all his plans and secrets. Two years ago my father started to become paranoid that everyone was trying to kill him, even me, which at the time I thought was crazy. Over time, it’s gotten worse. I think he’s losing his mind from years of doing terrible deeds. My father has done some serious fucked up things that I never agreed with. My fath
My heart beats hard as paranoia begins to fuel my adrenaline. The first thing I do is grab the burner phone from my side dresser. Then I grab a pair of my skinny jeans with a red rose colored t-shirt before I grab a cotton black bra and pantie set. I dash to the bathroom and make sure I lock the door. My hands fumble with the phone. It’s a black flip phone that brings me back to being a teenager for a moment before the panic of my reality takes back over. I flip the phone open and text Anthony. 911! Nico just showed up in my apartment while I was sleeping. He’s forcing me to leave with him. What should I do? I hit send and set the phone on the counter and begin changing my clothes while I wait for Anthony to text me. Why am I texting Anthony? I have no fucking clue, but I feel like a stray dog who just got caught by animal control. As I finish dressing, the phone lightly vibrates. I snatch the phone up desperate for a way out. Of course he fucking did He’s impulsive when it comes to
Today we bury my father. It’s been about five days since he was killed. Hell, Toni and I haven’t even been married for a whole week yet here we are attending my father's funeral together. It’s almost unfathomable that we are standing here as people pay their respects to my dad. My mind is having trouble comprehending the situation. I thought I had years left with my dad. He was my guidance and sounding board when it came to business stuff. Now, he’s just gone. Living in the underworld there is always a risk that you will die a brutal death. At least my father was shot in the head by a sniper, so it was quick. We don’t know who ordered the hit either. Not yet at least. My father did have his secrets. Granted he didn’t have many that I didn’t know about, but I wager there are a few he kept from me for one reason or another. I know if he didn’t keep something from me it was probably to protect me. That’s one thing I can always say about my dad was that he fiercely protected me yet he wa
Waking up to the woman I love who is now my wife feels pretty damn good. Last night Toni and I feel asleep after a fun fuck. I thought we might wake for more sex in the middle of the night but we both were drained from the day. It was an eventful wedding and I know my princess enjoyed herself. I’m happy my gift worked out the way I hoped it would. My fingers lightly trail the gold chain necklace that is loose on her now. Toni stirs next to me, but she doesn’t wake. I’m personally not ready to roll my ass out of bed, so I don’t blame Toni for not wanting to wake up. I relax a bit, closing my eyes since my princess isn’t ready to wake yet. We have nowhere to be today. We have a couples massage booked in the afternoon to be followed by a nice romantic dinner before we spend on more night having a fuck fest before we have to go back to go back to daily business. The break is nice. Toni and I did agree to do a honeymoon later on. With her business and me slowly taking over for my father,
Max says nothing more as he pulls me into a deep kiss by tightening the chain. Max’s fingers work my clit a bit fast before he abruptly pulls away. Max hooks his finger in the one heart that is on the pulling side of the chain and proceeds to lead me to the bed while choking me, but I can breathe a bit. It’s more of a strained breathing and I’m stupid wet from his silent command along with the choking. Add my frazzled clit that’s begging for an orgasm release, I’m absolutely wanting and needy for my fucking husband. He gets me and while that terrifies part of me, I know Max is going to fuck what fears I have away. “I want you to ride me tonight, Princess. I want to see the glory of my wife’s sexy body. To make this fun when I tighten the chain go slow and when it loose fast. If you become light headed, need me to take over, or anything like that tap me or wave. Do you understand, Princess?” Max asks if he loosens the chain all the way. ‘Yes, Czar.” “Good girl. Let’s get in position
We enter the suite and Max heads right to the bedroom. Max gently places me on my feet. “Let’s get completely out of our clothes and get comfortable so we can enjoy the rest of the night.” Max instructs. “Okay, I'm going to need help getting out my dress and undressing in general.” I casually inform him. “I got you, Princess. Let me get undressed first.” “I’m going to go remove my makeup so I can wash my face. I’m all for relying on plushy dark red robes that I had custom made for us. I know it’s corny, but I got you a wedding gift. One says Czar on the back and the other says Princess.” I inform him, knowing Lucy packed the robes in my things. Igor and Lucy were in charge of making sure we had everything we need in our room for a night or two. “Well, now I don’t have to worry about making you feel guilty because I got you a gift too. I’ll give it to you when we are ready to fuck as husband and wife.” Max informs me as he starts to slip out of his clothes. “I should have known yo
Walking onto the dance floor to have my first dance with Max as man and wife feels pretty amazing. We are finally married and the alliance is as official as it gets. Dancing with Max we stay silent completely lost in each other’s eyes. Somehow I’ve found a way to let my walls down with Max. My walls aren’t completely down but Max is slowly breaking his way past the walls into my heart. When Mona crashed our rehearsal dinner last night, I was so upset. The worst thoughts went through my head and all my fears began to rear their ugly heads. Then I locked eyes with Max and that was the moment my fears melted away. We were united and it felt good. It felt right. It also felt good to rip into Mona. I can’t believe the audacity and I’m also worried she might actually be crazy. It doesn’t matter because Max is mine and I am his. “You look stunningly beautiful, Princess.” Max compliments as he slowly twirls me around the dance floor. “Thank you, Czar. You are looking incredibly handsome yo
It’s the night of our rehearsal dinner. I can’t believe Toni will finally and officially be my wife tomorrow. Our wedding has been in the making for years so for it all to actually be happening is a relief. Our whole wedding is to soldify the Russian and Italian-Irish alliance. While everyone has honnored the alliance the alliance won’t be a hundred percent binding until Toni and I are married. A lot of people have been anticipating our wedding because it means peace will always remain between the alliance. Essentially, neither side will be able to back out, and while neither side has never once mentioned backing out it was still an option that hung overone’s head like guillotine. So, here we are at the rehearsal dinner celebrating the marriage and alliance on the roof top of the casino. Toni is currently mingling with our guests as her mom guides her. Being a mafia wife isn’t easy, but being a mafia wife to the head leader is an entire role in itself. Being my wife is like being a p
I almost don’t recognize myself in the mirror in the beautiful, elegant wedding dress. I chose a satin Ivory off the shoulder princess silhouette. The back of the dress has pearl buttons that close the dress. All my jewelry is gold with pearls. Even my taira which my mom said is a tradition that she is starting since she wore one for her wedding. I appeased her because I do like the idea of a tradition and so did Angie. I don’t mind partaking in a wedding tradition. I did opt for no vail. It’s overrated in my opinion. Lucy, Roxy, and Angie are my bridesmaids. They will be wearing off the shoulder A-line dresses in a pretty dusty pink color. I’ve picked out their pearl jewelry to be similar to mine. I’ve gone for a vintage like vibe for the wedding. My mom has a darker rose pink dress with pearl detailing for her dress. Today is the final fitting for all of us as the wedding is officially five days away, and I’m only slightly freaking out. My fears aren’t with the wedding itself. I k
“Ready to be mine, Princess?” I inquire, leaning into her as my one hand grips her chin making her look me in the eyes. Her eyes glazed over from the pleasure I just gave her gaze at me. “More than ready, Czar.” She purrs as I adjust her position so we can be more comfortable while we fuck. “Rough and hard, Princess?” I ask as I nudge her entrance with the tip of my cock. “Of course, Czar. Like we know another way.” She teases, leaning her face closer to mine as I slowly push inside of her. “You’re right, we will never be gentle.” I confirm, as I roughly push past her barrier while my lips devour hers. I begin to move in and out of her at a rapid pace. Every time I slam into her I do it has rough and hard as possible to the point where her head is hitting the cabinets just enough to rattle them lightly. I nip at her lips through our kisses as we both get lost in the passion and desire that has exploded between us. Fuck, Toni feels amazing and finally fucking her is a devine as I
“No, you are not the villain in my story. Not since you got rid of Mona, at least. When I thought you wanted her more than me, it made me want to hate you.” She confesses as she attempts to relax her body. I close the distance between us as I pull her to me. I secure her wrists behind her back with one of my hands. My other hand grips her chin roughly. “There was never anything between us. I used to picture I was fucking you instead,” I say in her ear, letting my words vibrate in her brain in hopes she will finally accept she is the one I fucking want. “I should not find that hot, but maybe I do just a little,” confesses with a brief pause. “I can’t say I never pictured that it was you touching me instead.” Toni purrs back. “I thought you said you were untouched?” I growl, upset she would lie about that. I don’t care if she did fool around, but why would she lie about it? I don’t like lies.“I said I was untouched by a man, therefore I did not lie. Max, I’m bisexual. I had my own f