Married to the Mafia Boss

Alessandro

We brought Maxim to a club, on Katya’s insistence.

She didn’t want it to be somewhere isolated and quiet, she wanted to slowly torture Maxim Triev to death at a club. With the music pumping, swallowing his screams if they got out.

Plus, she’d argued, a dead body would be easier to dispose of from a club. Less nosy people and more cover for sketchy shit.

It was one of my clubs, which had a lot of exclusive inner rooms, upstairs and underground.

The whole underground was off-limits tonight, just for Katya.

She’d hummed to herself on the drive here, had basically sang to herself as she poured out her tools and arranged them.

I had sat back in the room, determined to watch what she wanted to do.

I’d almost laughed when she’d set up the camera, something about preserving memories.

Then, she’d pulled out the sledgehammer.

Until then, Maxim had been saving face, taunting Katya and me. Going on about how we didn’t know what his family was capable of.

Even he kept quiet when Katya lifted the sledgehammer.

Although that hadn’t lasted too long before his mouth had opened again, to scream in agony.

Every day was a lesson, and watching Katya, I learned that the saying about a scorned woman was true.

Hell could not have had fury like Katya did. For the first few minutes, I’d been able to sit, but then it turned very dark very quickly, and there were some things I hadn’t even thought possible.

Dom hadn’t thought allowing her to torture Maxim would be good enough.

I wondered what he thought while I prepared myself a drink at the bar on the underground floors. Frankie came to join me later, quiet as I served him a drink from behind the bar.

He raised his glass in a toast. “The good Lord help me not to get on that woman’s bad side.”

“The good Lord help us both.”

“Amen.” We said together.

We clinked our glasses and drank without a word, listening to the thumping music and cheering above mixed in with the horrific screams of a dying man.

“How long has it been?” Frankie asked.

I glanced at my watch. “Almost three hours now.”

“Fuck.”

I smirked and started on another drink.

“I know. Even Dom is very impressed.”

“Yes, I think I saw him taking notes.”

I chuckled.

He’d thought he should take over the torturing for Katya, he’d handle the tools, and she’d sit down to watch and satisfy her thirst for revenge.

Katya had refused him with a smile and arms crossed. She’d said clearly that she could handle it.

And now she was.

Maxim’s scream did not stop for two more hours.

Even then, it was Dom that came out first, beaming.

“And here I thought you were joking about the notebook.” I said to Frankie as Dom settled on a stool, tapping the bar for a drink as if I was a bartender.

I shook my head at him and set to making my third round of drinks.

“I take it that she’s done then?” Frankie asked.

Dom made a sound and shook his head. “Not yet. She’s doing something to his head.”

“Putting it in a jar?” I asked, reaching down for a bottle of Irish rum.

Dom nodded. “How did you know?”

“She promised him that she would do just that.”

Dom laughed.

“Holy shit! I am so happy she’s a part of the family now. We can have some good times together.”

I opened my mouth to say that Dom would not have any kind of fun with Katya because I didn’t want him exposing her to that part of our lives, but then, Katya was born into this kind of living. And even if they did anything together, I was completely sure that she would be the one exposing him to new dangerous, and unsightly things.

So, I just shut my mouth back and smiled, mixing the drink in the shaker and setting it out in glasses.

Katya came out just then, dabbing her neck with a napkin that was a shade of red so deep I couldn’t tell the bloodstains apart.

And there had to be blood stains on that.

“Is there a drink for me, boys?” she asked, coming to sit on a stool too, beside Dom.

“It depends on how you plan to pay for it.” I said with a smirk and a wink.

Frankie made a sound and rolled his eyes.

“Please, I love you both, but I will vomit if you do that in front of me.”

Katya gave me a half-smile and leaned on the counter on her elbow. “I’ll set up a payment plan when we get home.”

Frankie groaned, and I laughed as I placed the fourth glass I’d made in front of Katya.

We got home some time past midnight.

Katya hadn’t completely agreed to live with me, but she had agreed to spend most days in my apartment while still retaining all her properties.

The first thing she did when we got back home was head straight to the bathroom.

I went in with her, watching her strip out of her body con dress while I leaned back on the counter.

“I was thinking of shifting your responsibilities,” I said, starting the conversation I’d wanted to have at the club before her torturing session had taken the whole night.

She stepped into the shower and started to rinse herself off.

This was an important conversation but watching water cascade down her voluptuous body was not helping me focus on the importance of the conversation.

“I won’t be taking Dom’s job,” she said dryly.

I chuckled. My eyes locked on the perfect curve of her ass. I wondered if the reason she didn’t close the shower door was because of the conversation we were having or because she wanted me to watch.

With Katya, it could be for no reason at all.

“I wasn’t planning on handing his duties over to you, Kitten, I wanted to have you participate more in the Sorvino businesses.”

“Ales, while I do appreciate the thought,” she said as she worked a lather on her body, “all I can think about right now is why you’ve been standing there, watching me when I left the door open for you to join me.”

I smiled and started undoing the buttons of my shirt. “You know, it is a coincidence, but I was just thinking about the same thing.”

After I stripped, I joined her in the shower, helping her rinse the soap off her skin.

My hand slid up and down her body with ease, mesmerized by the smoothness.

“You are so fucking perfect, Kitten.” I whispered to the back of her head as she backed into me, rubbing my hardening member against her soft, full ass.

Katya turned off the shower and kept on rubbing against my shaft. Up and down. My mouth fell on her shoulder, kissing and scraping my teeth along it until it got to that sweet spot between her shoulder and neck that she licked, and I felt goosebumps prickle on her skin, with my hands on her hips.

With a hand on the shower wall, Katya started to rock, slowly, moaning music to my ears when my hands slithered up to cup her breasts.

Her perfect tits fit so well in my hands.

They fit perfectly.

Squeezing her tit between my fingers and roughly massaging her breast, Katya’s rocking tempo increased, and a curse escaped my mouth.

She was going to drive me to climax if it continued like that, so I reached up for her hand, pressing them to the wall while I leaned my hips back, out of her reach.

She let out a growl and I hissed between my teeth, suckling a path up her shoulder. This was for her. This time, I was going to take my time, to draw it out because I’d wanted to feel her against me for the days she’d been taken from me.

I drew her hands up, putting them together. “If you move, Kitten, I’ll stop.”

Then I let my hands slide down her sides. Felt them raise goosebumps as they passed and felt her shiver against my chest.

I’d missed her so much.

My mouth found the back of her neck, her wet hair tickling my nose as I nibbled against her skin while my hand kneaded her hips.

Her breathing was brash, but not enough.

I wanted her panting like a fucking animal in heat. I wanted her too weak to stand, all her pride shattered as she begged me to take her deep.

My hands slithered forward. Slowly, evil, teasing. Her breathing shook with anticipation, and I leaned into her, slowly.

Easing my hard-on closer and closer until it pressed against her ass, and she muttered under her breath in Russian. I felt her hips buckle and paused.

To let her know I wasn’t joking.

If not for the interruption that night, I would have taken her more times. Different ways until we couldn’t remember where our bodies started and where the other began. Until we were both so fucking exhausted.

My fingers tapped between her legs, gently grazing where she wanted me and easing away. They dragged up the front on her while my hips pressed into her ass and stayed there, my dick firmly between her ass cheeks.

I nipped my way up her neck. To the back of her ear, dragging her ear lobe between my teeth.

Katya let out a gasp and eased into me. Already, it was getting too hard to keep standing.

“Kiss me Ales, I want your lips on mine.” She managed between gasps as I kneaded her breasts, swerving my hips slowly against her.

I blew a breath against her ear and chuckled. “…then you’re out of luck, Katya.” I dragged my tongue down her ear, and she turned her head slightly, so she could look back at me.

My dick was throbbing, but I stopped. Those eyes were hot, scalding. I could have held her by her hair, thrusting like a madman, and her eyes told me they would allow it.

“Forward, darling. Look forward or I’ll walk away, and you can finish up yourself.”

Her eyes narrowed and I saw her about to say something, but instead, she mewled and bit her lips. My hands were on her tits, hard at work.

I dragged my lips between my teeth to draw her attention and savored the desire in her eyes as she stared at them.

“Forward, Katya. Now.”

She leaned her head against the wall, her head still half-turned to watch me. It wasn’t forward, but I’d be damned if I walked away.

Pressing closer, so my hands were trapped between her warm body and the cold wall, I continued caressing her. Staring into that mesmerizing eye as I moved against her and teased her. One hand was still on her breast while the other trailed down again.

Her eyes fluttered shut as it closed in on that sweet spot.

She was hot and heavy, but she wouldn’t beg. Not my love, Katya. Her pride wouldn’t allow it.

My hand stopped just shy of it, my palm spread wide against the soft hair there. I used it to guide the sway of her hips, so that we were moving in a rhythm, slowly and together.

“Beg me,” I said, leaning closer to her, so I was only a breath away so that the kiss she so desperately wanted was so close. “Beg me to kiss you, Kitten. Beg me and I’ll do make it all end.”

As I spoke, my finger dove in slowly, sliding against her clit in one slow motion.

“Beg.”

My nose was on her now. Her eyes were hot, as hot as mine were. Were both wanted to move and moan, I was sure she could see that in my eyes the way I saw it in her eyes, but I wanted her to beg, and she didn’t want to.

I didn’t trust that I would have left her if she didn’t beg.

But she did. She licked her lips and said begged very quietly.

“Please, Ales,” her hot breath tickled against my lips, “finger me. Kiss me. I want everything.”

With my tongue, I licked the water off her lips, smirking against her moan as my hand found her sex.

“So needy.” I muttered against her mouth.

Her hand reached into my hair, holding me against her as our tongue started their rhythm.

We were rocking together in the shower soon enough, my dick thrusting between ass cheeks, my fingers fingering her clitoris vigorously, while my other hand palmed her breast, teasing her nipple.

She liked it when I handled her tits roughly.

She was muttering nonsense in Russian, half words that didn’t make sense to either of us as we chased ecstasy. She was just a mess of sounds, her mouth hanging open as she moaned toward her climax.

Our eyes were on each other, watching as we fucked in the shower. No sounds but our harsh breathing.

I thrust against her ass faster, pumping my fingers faster, rougher.

Pushing us further and further until her grip on my hair hardened and I felt her knees buckle.

I reached down my other hand to hold up a knee and continued pumping my fingers.

My eyes could leave hers. They were entranced, watching her come undone, watching that icy wall shatter into pieces as she moaned out my name.

I pumped into Katya, thrusting against her ass until we both shuddered in pleasure, both of us riding the climax of our pleasures with jagged breaths and butterfly kisses.

Then we stayed there for a moment, breathing hard with our eyes still on each other. I reached for the shower and put it on, rinsing my cum off her back.

“Well,” she said with a sly smile, “that was fun.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I chuckled as I rinsed her off, dragging my eyes pointedly down her body.

“Oh, Kitten, we haven’t even gotten started.”