The Mafia’s Obsession

Ayla

“Did you see his face?” grins Dominguez, punching the seat next to him. “Fuck yeah! Old Butcher looked like he saw a ghost. I’d say he got our message, all right.”

Next to me, driving, Alessio is more grimly satisfied than jubilantly triumphant. But he allows himself to smile, more real than any expression he showed meeting with Gio the Butcher. “Yeah, that went well. Jesus, though, I see why that guy bothers people. What a creep.”

“What, you didn’t like him?”

“He’s not invited to Christmas dinner, if that’s what you’reasking.”

Dominguez chuckles in the backseat. “He’s nicer than that Irish fucker who keeps muscling in on the South Side. I think we might be looking at a problem with him soon. I wonder if he has any weird pets we could feed him to.”

I stare out the window, disturbed that I’m not more disturbed by all of this. I just saw firsthand what the man I’m married to is capable of. But instead of terrified, it makes me feel… protected?

“You okay, babe?” my husband asks, putting his hand on my thigh.

Babe?

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I reply, and I think I actually mean it.

***

When we get back to Bover City, we drop Dominguez off at his apartment. And that’s when I realize I don’t really know where I live anymore.

“Where are we going?” I ask Alessio, suddenly shy.

“To my penthouse. I’ve had your things from your parents’ house moved in.”

“Already? That was fast.”

He shrugs. “You’re my wife. Would you rather live with your mom?”

I shake my head vigorously. “Hell no.”

***

Alessio’s place is legitimately gorgeous. There’s a big gas fireplace in the living room that I’ll bet is amazingly cozy in the winter, and through sliding glass doors I can see a balcony with a view ofthe city skyline and an attached infinity pool. Clearly, this man did okay for himself before he started working with his grandfather.

“What did you do before joining the life?” I ask as he gives me the tour.

“Killed people,” he grunts. Figures, I suppose.

“And why did you decide to get made after being independent for so long?”

His face is blank. “Next question.”

Okay, then. As we exit the living room, I notice a target set up with a knife stuck into it. Next to it is a hole in the wall, clearly from a miss.

“Working on your aim?” I joke.

He cracks a smile. “No, I was trying to hit the wall.”

“So just for my own understanding. When you got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, was you and Dominguez killing Robert and stuffing him into the piranha tank?”

Alessio stops. “Does that upset you?”

“No. If this is an arrangement, that’s you holding up your end.”

His face twitches. Have my words offended him? Then he steps forward. “You’re my wife now. No one will ever disrespect you in front of me again without waking up dead the next morning.”

“Yeah, you really brought a new meaning tosleep with the fishes.”

“That was a nice touch, wasn’t it? The piranha tank.”

“Am I sick in the head if I say yes?”

“Not nearly as sick as I am.”

I chuckle. “I won’t argue that, considering you stalked me to a college party and choked a dude out so you could take his costume and be with me instead. He’s okay, right?”

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“Jesus. That was before we were married, too.”

“You were already mine.”

I look up at him. God, he’s handsome. Something about the way his slightly messy dark hair frames his face. “That was really true in your mind, wasn’t it?”

He takes another step forward, right into my space. “It was true. Period.”

I gulp. “And what made it true?”

“Imade it true. I make my own reality. I fucking wanted you and now you’re mine.”

“And what reality are you trying to make now?”

His eyes drill into me. “You. Naked.”

I blink. “What?”

“If I have to say it again, I’ll take your clothes off for you.”

Shit. He’s not joking. My cheeks starting to flush, I move to obey him, pulling my shirt over my head as he leans against the door frame, watching.

“Everything, Ayla.”

It turns me on so much when he gets authoritative like this. I strip off my pants, and then my bra, and finally, the panties.

“Jesus,” Alessio groans, drinking me in with his eyes. “You are so fucking perfect.” Then he shakes his head, as though snapping himself out of a trance. “Let’s go swimming. I got the pool heating up on our way over here.”

I laugh at the sudden change in tone. “Swimming? I have no idea where any of my swimsuits are. I don’t even know where your guys put my shit.”

He grins. “Your things are in the bedroom. But you won’t be needing a swimsuit.”

“I-what?”

I watch in shock as he pulls off his own shirt, and then the rest of his clothes, too. As though magnetically attracted, my eyes snap to the sharp V-lines at his waist. They extend all the way down to his crotch like they’re carved into a statue. It’s satisfying to realize that he’s my husband, and I’m allowed to check him out. I guess three hours in the gym could make sense with a body like that.

Also, he looks about halfway hard. Hello.

“Let’s go,” he says, taking my hand.

“Are you sure it’s-”

“I’m sure.” Alessio leads me out to the balcony, buck naked, and I can barely bring myself to step over the threshold. I feel ridiculously exposed with the entire city stretching before me. It’s broad daylight. The middle of the afternoon.

“Like this,” says my husband, stepping confidently outside.

I take a deep breath, and then I just go for it. And you know what? It’s tremendously freeing.

“You see this city?” he asks, pointing out to the skyline. Buildings stretch ahead of us. Below, a sea of cars.

“Yeah. I grew up here.”

“This is yours now. Ours. And we’ll pass it down to our children.”

I shiver, still not used to being naked outside like this. I know nobody can see us, but it feels so close to being in public.

“You like knowing that this embarrasses me, don’t you? Being naked outside?”

“You don’t look embarrassed. You look excited. That’s what I like.”

“Damn. You’re not wrong.”

“I think what embarrasses you is the fact that youareexcited.”

I laugh. “That’s the truest thing I’ve ever heard. I guess I just feel like I’m always walking a tightrope. Everybody loves a sexual woman until suddenly, she’s a slut.”

He looks at me very seriously. “I meant what I said before. You don’t ever have to be embarrassed or hide those parts of yourself around me. I want to explore all of those deep, dark places inside of you.”

I look up at him, biting my lip. “Oh yeah?”

His lips flare. “Yes. Sit on the edge of the pool. Now.”

I can feel my body responding to the command in his voice. “Is that an order?”

“Yes. You may own this city, but I ownyou.”

Yes, sir. I walk over to the edge of the pool and sit down, dipping my feet into the warm water. Alessio wades into the pool, muscles rippling in the sun, and positions himself in front of me.

“Open those legs for me, baby,” he whispers, making eye contact.

Blushing brilliantly, I comply. His gaze travels lower, burning approval in his eyes.

“Scoot closer for me, now.”

My breath catching, I do as he commands. I’ve never had anyone eat me out before. Is that what he wants to…

It is. I gasp as his tongue slides through my folds, its warmth tickling in the most incredible way.

“Oh my…” My voice trails off into heavy breathing. Fuck, that feels good. So good I could almost forget where I am.

A car horn sounds below, breaking me out of my bliss.

“Don’t worry about them,” Alessio breathes from between my legs. “Nothing else matters. Nothing on the outside matters. Just me and you, and what I’m doing with my tongue.”

I lean back, starting to moan. He keeps sliding his tongue over my clit, then stopping. Over my clit, then stopping. Each time he does it, it feels better, until my hips start to tremble.

My husband wraps his hands around my thighs, not allowing me to get away from him as it becomes harder and harder not to squirm. I know I’m being loud now, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I think I might actually come from this.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, sliding closer and closer to the edge. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…”

Alessio keeps holding my pussy in place as he licks me into one of the most earth-shattering orgasms I’ve ever had. I fall back on the pool deck, exhausted, flooded with fuzzy hormones. When I’m done, he climbs up next to me and I put my head on his chest.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he whispers.