Married to the mafia King

Dario

She was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.

There was the wine on her tongue and lips…

But beneath the wine was a sweetness I had never encountered with any other woman. And there had been many in my lifetime.

She struggled at first, trying to push me away

But she was weak as an infant, and I easily overpowered her…

Until she gave in.

That was the moment I wanted.

That was the moment I had been waiting for.

I felt her resistance fade…

And suddenly she was melting into me.

When I dipped her back and she grabbed my arms, my victory was complete.

But it wasn’t just conquering her…

It was the sweetness of her.

The absolute purity and innocence of her kiss.

I had never experienced anything like it.

I was hard as iron within seconds

And I wanted nothing more than to tear that dress off her and possess her to thrust deep inside her and hear her cries of ecstasy

But I knew that if I went too far, she would rebel.

She must surrender to me completely before I took that final step.

She had to beg me to take her.

But after four years of not touching a woman, I was nearly overcome with desire.

Imagine four years of never tasting sugar no grapes, no oranges, nothing

And then you bite into the most delicious strawberry that God ever made.

I knew my lust would overpower me if I didn’t walk away at that moment.

And so I did the hardest thing I had ever done with a woman:

I stopped and walked away from her.

The blood pounded in my veins

My cock throbbed, hard as steel

But I knew it was the only way.

I shall NOT violate Rome at the moment of possessing her.

She would beg me soon enough…

And then…

THEN I would possess her, body and soul.

Alessandra

I did not sleep well at all.

After I first got in bed, I relived that moment over and over

Every second of Dario grabbing me, kissing me, taking me

Every touch, every taste, every sensation.

My thoughts eventually turned to worse things.

Like how it would feel if he pulled my dress up past my thighs, the silk sliding across my skin…

How it would feel if he touched me between my legs, which throbbed hot and wet and full of lust.

Over and over again, I forbid myself from thinking such things…

And over and over again, the thoughts still intruded.

I tossed and turned for hours before sleep finally came

And even then I had no relief.

In my dreams, he came to me over and over.

Sometimes gentle…

Sometimes a brute.

Either he would slide my negligee off me…

Or he would rip it to shreds.

He would gently make love to me…

Or take me like an animal, frenzied and wild.

And every time he did, I cried out as he entered me

Hating him

And wanting him even more

Until I woke in the morning, my sheets tangled around me.

I rolled over onto my side and felt immense shame.

A mafioso had forced himself upon me, and all I could do was quiver and want more.

Every sermon I had ever listened to, every warning about lust came flooding back into my brain.

I felt like I was in danger of going to hell for my desires.

This was no ordinary man I was fantasizing about.

He was a criminal.

A thug.

A murderer.

A mafia don.

The fact that I wanted him against my will…

The fact that my body responded so powerfully to his touch, betraying me…

What did that say about my soul?

I felt tainted by sin…

And for the first time since I had begun scheming, I wanted to go to church not just to escape the grounds and contact my father, but to unburden my soul and ask for forgiveness.

I was in danger of hellfire for the feelings that Dario Rosolini inspired in me…

And I would do anything to be rid of those feelings once and for all.

I dressed quickly, not in the silk dress he had given me, but in one of the dresses I had brought from home.

I knew he would not allow me to leave.

My mind kept returning to my mistake with the telephone yesterday. I knew I would have to gather more information if I wanted to escape the grounds.

But how?

…Cat.

Caterina would tell me what I needed to know. I was sure of it.

I made my way down to the kitchen. It was early enough that the house was barely stirring. I walked quietly, not wanting to encounter anyone least of all Dario.

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However, there were signs that Cat was nearby.

There were sliced strawberries on a cutting board…

And fresh dough set aside to be kneaded.

Plus her cell phone sat on a nearby counter. It was unlocked, like she had been looking at it before she disappeared.

I glanced around the kitchen. She didn’t seem to be anywhere nearby.

She might know that I wasn’t allowed to use my own phone… so I figured Ask forgiveness, not permission was the best policy.

I hastily grabbed the phone, opened Google Maps, and typed in Church near me.

The map zoomed in to a tiny village. I pinched the screen to shrink it, so I could figure out where I was in relation to the town

But no matter how much I zoomed out, there was no sign of the Rosolinis’ mansion. Just an empty green space.

I frowned as I tried to figure it out

And then suddenly I heard a muffled cry, like someone sobbing into a pillow.

It was coming from inside the pantry, just ten feet away.

The wooden door was almost completely closed… but there was a tiny crack.

There were muted cries coming from within…

But it didn’t sound sad.

It sounded…

Passionate.

I closed Google maps, replaced the phone on the counter, and slowly crept to the door, my heart thudding in my chest.

Then I peered through the crack in the almost-closed door.

What I saw shocked me

And aroused me almost as much as Dario kissing me the night before.

Inside the pantry, Valentino was making love to Cat.

Well… to be honest…