The beep of a key card being scanned catches my attention. I leap off the bed as Nico and Anthony come striding into the room. I stop in my tracks over to them because the predatory looks they are giving me freeze me in place. They don’t stop in the pursuit of me until the are on either side of me. My breath hitches in my throat as they each lay a hand on me. Nico’s is on my right shoulder and Anthony’s is on my left upper arm. “Are you ready to be claimed, Butterfly?” Nico questions as he leans in so his mouth is close to my ear causing a slight shiver of anticipation to course through my body. “Yes, Warden. Butterfly?” I can’t help but ask where the new pet name came from. Nico has never not called me Little Dove. “Butterfly is what we have decided to call you when we are being intimate with one another. It will be easier for all of us.” Anthony explains his own breath on my shoulder sending shivers down my spin before he plants a soft kiss on my shoulder. “I like it, but why Bu
The two day honeymoon was bliss. Anthony and I broke in our butterfly. We tandem fucked her hard and it was amazing. We do plan on doing anal with her so we can fuck her at the same time, but it’s a process to get to that point. Violetta just got her cherry popped and while we love how eager she is to try everything, we both know easing her in is the best way. Dedra also agrees. Dedra will work with us when the time comes. She has been a gift to us in helping us navigate our poly relationship sexually. With our blissful honeymoon behind us, it’s time for things to move forward. It’s about a week after the wedding and we are sure of the talk of the town so to speak. Part of it is good because it’s important that everyone knows the Italian faction of the underworld is united. We can did it with a bang, but I’m content with how we handled it. Everything is moving forward for us on a personal front. We have an architect who is helping us design the house. I have purchased the land. It’s
Tonight we are meeting the Irish at a neutral location which happens to be a famous steak resturant in the city. The restaurant has several awards and shit I could care less about. Lodge Steak House is in neutral space. There is an entire section of the city that the underworld is never allowed to touch. It's an unspoken agreement we have with the legal government of the city. So, we use this piece of the city to do meetings. No one, not even the Russians, would dare harm someone in what the underworld calls Switzerland, the part we are sworn from infecting. While there is no worry of a trap now, I still worry about how the meeting will go. Alliance like this hasn't been formed in the city for a couple of decades now. It might even be a risky move because it could piss the Russians off making us a target. There’s several ways this can go south and I’m trying to not overthink it. Normally, I’m not so edgy about meetings, but this involves my baby sister. I have to protect her and make
Erica and I are setting things up in the clinic. It opens in less than a month now and I’m so excited to have patients again. I still feel so lucky that Nico built this clinic for me. Even the assisted death part is something I’m okay with. I know it’s illegal and certainly a morally grey area, but I do believe people have the right to choose how they want to go out. I also adore that Nico took those who aren’t rich into consideration with both clinics. I never really gave him much credit where his kindness is concerned. Nico has always been someone to look after the less fortunate. Growing up Nico would insist on buying Christmas gifts and taking them to the hospitals to sick kids and to lesser fortune areas where gifts were a dream. Nico has always had a big heart for helping others even if he hides it under his tough, mafia man personality. While Nico might be a caring soul he can be equally cruel where it matters. Nico loves to punish those for their sins but I think Anthony migh
Sofia and Connor’s wedding is less than a week away and the clinic opens in two. Life is crazy busy preparing for these two major events. Even with help from Erica and even Sofia I’m swamped with work, but I don't mind it. I don’t do good if I have too much time on my hands. I like staying busy, however, I do enjoy a break once in a while. I haven’t have much of break lately, but I’m hoping that when the two big events are over things might settle for a bit even if the threat of war lingers over our heads. While I don’t regret coming back to live my life in the underworld with my kings, I do hate the violence part of the underworld. It’s nice when I can pretend that part doesn’t exist. Life can’t be perfect, and if dealing with the violence that occasionally comes with the underworld means the majority of my life is happy, I guess it's a fair trade. I will confess that I feel more fulfilled in the underworld than I thought I would. I thought the only way I was going to have a fruitf
The three of us head straight to the bedroom the moment we get home. I can’t wait for our house to be built because our sex dungeon is going to be fucking fun. For now we have Nico’s condo which somehow is working. It’s certainly not a permanent solution, but for now it doesn’t matter because my focus is entirely on the naked Butterfly in front me. Thankfully, Nico has a king size bed but in our new home we are going for a custom big bed that will be built into the wall. Violetta is touching herself, putting on a show for Nico and I as she rubs her clit with one hand while her other hand plays with her nipples. We enjoy watching her touching herself and she does too. I love watching Violetta spread her wings both in the bedroom and out of it. Nico and I are naked standing in front of the bed watching Violetta. Playing with her before we got home on the way back was fun. She sucked both our cocks but neither of us came. Turns out we like edging ourselves along with edging Violetta. It
Things feel busier than ever as I help Sofia with last minute details to her river cruise wedding. At first, I thought the river cruise was over the top, but it’s grown on me and I’m actually looking forward to the day. Sofia is positively beaming with joy. She found a beautiful flowy dress that hides her small baby bump. The girl is on top of it with plans and even baby stuff. I’m very proud of Sofia and her embracing mafia wife life. I still can’t believe I’m a mafia wife to not one but to dons. I fought so hard for years against marrying one Don and now I have two. Two Dons, my Kings who share their power with me. They will not let me fade into the background. I love them for giving me a place at their side. It’s clear I’m not the docile mafia wife that is happy to shop and spend money. Sofia is totally content to be that type of mafia wife and it’s what clearly makes her happy. It goes to prove that even mafia wife’s can be different. It’s nice to have a variety of us because it
I can’t believe I’m at my little sister’s wedding less than three months from my union. She’s young and I still don’t fully know how I feel about her marriage being used as an alliance with the Irish. I suppose I thought I was better than that. Better than using my sister as a pawn, although she does seem like a willing pawn. I suppose her being in love and happy eases whatever strange guilt I might feel. Even now Sofia is beaming as she dances her first dance with Connor. Everything, even the ceremony took place on the ferry. This whole river cruise is elaborate and totally on par for my secret diva of a sister. None of this is a surprise to me. Sofia has always been a hidden diva. She kept it hidden because I think she was afraid of being judged by our father. She was always eager to please our dad and in some ways I was like that too as a child until I started receiving his less than ideal parenting style. Sofia knows nothing of what our father did to us. It’s better that way. S
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
My house is filled with boxes. I did not realize that amount of shit Toni has. She lives in a two bedroom apartment. Then again, their apartment is pretty big. Still, I underestimated that amount of things Toni would bring with her. I don’t actually care, but I do wish the boxes would disappear sooner rather than later. I’m not overly a fan of clutter. Most of it is kitchen gadgets, girl nonsense for various rooms especially the bathroom, dozens of cook books, and tons of fucking candles. I knew the woman liked candles and cook books, but I didn’t think she fucking had a treasure trove of the shit. Despite the house being in chaos, I am happy that Toni is here and making herself at home. I wanted her to make this her home as much as it is mine, so for her to embrace it makes me happy and less worried. I was worried she would hesitate or worse back out of moving in altogether. I know after the wedding she has no choice. Her parents wouldn’t let her stay with her friends after we are m
Last night with Max was amazing and we didn’t even have sex. Although, we did have plenty of touching and kissing. I wanted so badly to do everything with Max in one night but I just couldn’t bring myself to jump in full force. I don’t know if it was first time jitters of being with a man as well as the fear of not messing anything up with Max. I don’t know why I feel all this pressure now that I know he actually wants me. I hate to admit it but it’s possible that in thinking Max only wanted Mona it somehow took the pressure off me to be his perfect bride since I didn’t think I was the person he wanted. Now, I know I’m the only one he wants and I don’t want to disappoint him. I want to be pissed at him for Mona, and there are doubts that she is more important to him than he lets on. I want to give in to those fears because I can hide behind them. Hiding behind my fears of Mona and Max being in love means I don’t have to try with Max. It took the pressure off. Now Mona is history and
I drag my eyes away Max as he takes the nice black plates with a nice white print design on them to the dining area. Shit, I’m nervous about tonight going well. I want so badly to just have sex but there is also fun in making Max wait until we are married. I also realize Max and I have never truly been alone in private before in such an intimate setting. There’s also this pressure to have things go right. I don’t want to fuck anything up with Max. My future happiness rides on how this all goes. My heart swoons after Max, however, my brain is skeptical of Max. My heart trusts Max, it believes him, and it longs for him in ways that sometimes hurt in the best ways possible. My brain wants to believe it’s all a ruse Max is painting so he can do what he wants in the shadows with his Mona. I hate being this jealous and petty, but that bitch somehow brings out my worst traits and in the most horrible ways. Mona has felt like this shadow that hangs over our marriage. Even though Max has made
Time passes slowly as I eagerly await the time to head home and have an official first home cooked for me by my future wife. Shit, I can’t believe she actually agreed to move in with me. It was an impulse move to begin with, to even bring the subject up. I didn’t think Toni would agree. I didn’t realize how keeping Mona around made Toni feel like she was unwanted by me. I’m determined to make things right with her. My father would kill me if I fucked things up with Toni. My father adores her. Sometimes, I think that jolly asshole loves her more than me. Not that I’d blame him one bit if he did, because Antonia deserves all the love she can get. Antonia is close with her family. She has a better relationship with her parents than I do with my dad. Hell, I think Toni has a better relationship with my dad than I do. Toni is close with his siblings even though I know she sometimes feels like the odd kid out. I'm an only child, but I have friends. Close friends that I would die for. Igor