Married to the mafia King

Dario

I nearly lost control.

If she had stayed there an instant longer, I might have.

The feel of her breast beneath my hand her nipple between my finger and thumb

Her wetness as I circled her clit

The way she screamed when she came

I felt like an animal.

My cock was hard as steel beneath my pants. She made me so hard it hurt.

I wanted to throw her down on the desk, ravage her, thrust deep inside her and fuck her like a raging bull

But she was a virgin.

It would have hurt her turned all her pleasure to pain

And I had made a promise.

I wouldn’t take her until she begged.

So I had to make her leave before I gave in to my animal desires.

She’d stared at me with wounded eyes as I yelled at her to leave but finally she did.

I leaned against the desk, panting with desire, still smelling her scent in the air long after she fled.

I lifted my finger, the one I had touched her clit with, and tasted her.

She was both sweet and musky… like watermelon and a hint of cloves…

And I knew that the next time I ‘punished’ her, I would have to taste her for real.

Alessandra

That evening, Filomena brought my dinner up to me on a tray. While setting out the food, she gently informed me that Niccolo said I was confined to my room until further notice.

That was probably for the best. I had no idea how I could ever face Dario again after what he had done to me much less see him in front of all his brothers.

After I ate, I grew groggy and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, all the physical tension in my body was gone. I felt so relaxed…

But I was sad as I lay there in the early morning light.

All I could think about was Dario…

His hands touching me…

Giving me so much pleasure…

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I also felt horrible for another reason.

No one had ever done anything like that to me before.

I knew it was wrong…

To be touched like that before marriage…

To be with a man out of wedlock…

But I had loved it. And I felt shame that I wanted more.

I tried to resist, but what Dario had made me feel was too powerful.

I worked up my courage as I lay there in bed…

Pulled up my negligee…

And hesitantly touched between my legs.

I’d never done it before, and it felt awkward and unsatisfying.

I tried to mimic Dario’s actions… but even when I found the spot that had felt so good yesterday, it still wasn’t nearly as good as what he had done.

What I wanted was for HIM to touch me.

I closed my eyes…

And imagined his smell that expensive cologne he wore…

The mesmerizing depths of his dark eyes…

His muscles…

And as I touched myself and thought of him, my pleasure increased within seconds.

I imagined it was his finger down there caressing me.

Tiny waves of pleasure rippled through my belly…

But it still wasn’t as good as him…

And I gave up trying.

Not only that, I was ashamed I’d done something I wasn’t supposed to.

Although, I thought wryly, I don’t think I’ll be going to confession anytime soon.

After I showered and dressed, I went down to the kitchen.

As soon as Cat saw me, she turned away in silence.

Oh no…

I winced as I asked, “Did Niccolo talk to you?”

Cat looked at me with both anger and fear. “You could have gotten me killed you know that, right?!”

“I didn’t tell him it was you!” I protested frantically. “I just said I found a phone and looked at it ”

“And then you ran off and disobeyed Don Rosolini!” she hissed. “Niccolo threatened to fire me! I could have lost everything!”

“I just figured that Valentino would have stepped in and protected you,” I mumbled.

Cat looked wary. “And why would he have done that?”

“Well… because… you know.”

Cat looked a little afraid. “No, I don’t.”

I tilted my head to the side in exasperation. “I saw you in the pantry yesterday.”

Cat’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head and then she buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God… oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…”

“I didn’t tell Niccolo,” I whispered.

Cat pulled her head out of her hands and looked up at the ceiling.

“I told him we couldn’t do it in here… I told him we would get caught…” Then she looked at me angrily. “And YOU you little pervert, spying on us!”

I flushed bright red. “I’m I’m sorry…”

Cat scowled at me

Then the corner of her mouth twitched the tiniest bit…

And she burst out laughing.

“Sainted Virgin, your face!… I’m just kidding with you. I mean, I’m not exactly happy you watched us but let’s just say I’m glad it was you and not somebody else.” Cat smiled impishly. “To be honest, I totally would’ve watched, too.”

I still felt absolutely mortified and couldn’t speak.

She giggled and patted my hand.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” she said, then looked at me like I was a naughty child. “I’m still pissed about the phone, though.”

“I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you,” I promised.

“Hmph,” she said playfully, then broke out into an excited smile. “He’s amazing, isn’t he?”

All I could do was imagine myself in the pantry, pressed against the wall, with Dario inside me.

I was suddenly very hot and wet, and I pressed my legs together uncomfortably.

Cat didn’t notice. She was still imagining yesterday as she bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god… the way he makes me feel… it’s like no other man I’ve ever been with.” Then she looked at me, her eyes sparkling. “Who’s the best you’ve ever been with?”

“I… I haven’t,” I stammered.

She stared at me like I had three eyes. “You’ve never had sex before?!”

“…no…”

“Oh my god, you poor girl… we have to get you laid.” She playfully pointed at me. “Not Valentino, though he’s mine.”

I frantically shook my head no. “I would never ”

“Have you ever even kissed anyone?” she interrupted.

“I… y-yes…”

Her face shone with excitement. “How far did you let him go?”

I swallowed and thought of Dario’s hand beneath my dress.

“I… he touched me…”

Cat waited expectantly.

“…down there,” I whispered, pointing below my waist.

I couldn’t believe I was sharing this private information with a woman who was basically a stranger

But I figured I owed her for the trouble I’d gotten her into.

…plus it turned me on to actually talk about it.

“You let him finger you?!” Cat squealed.

“I… I guess…?”