Married to the Mafia Boss

Arianna

I sleep well after whipping Carmine’s ass at monopoly. I am still the reigning champion.

I wake up with a jolt and see the early morning light filtering through a break in the deep red velvet curtains. I rub my eyes and glance at the smartwatch on my arm. When the small screen illuminates with the time, I squint; it’s way too bright for first thing in the morning.

After a moment, I make out that it’s after seven, and I slide out of bed. I head to the bathroom and wash up and brush my teeth. I dress in a simple shirt and shorts combination. Carmine might not be awake yet, as it’s still early. I decide to explore the safe house some more. I haven’t ventured far. I say house, but it’s bigger than an average house, that’s for sure.

I plod downstairs and look down the three various hallways branching from the entrance room at the bottom of the stairs.

I take the one closest to my left, and it leads to some spare rooms, a board room, and, amazingly, a home theater room. I bet Alessandro designed this place. The man has talent.

I go back and go down another hallway. There’s a home gym-nice, we can work out-and there’s a locked door that I can’t open. Knowing my brothers, it stores something important like weapons. The other two doors are also locked. I’ll ask Carmine about them when he’s awake. I go down the final hallway. There is only one door, and it’s open. As I step in, I silently whoop.

Indoor swimming pool.

It’s not huge, but it looks deep. I don’t have a bikini here, but I don’t care; I’m not shy to skinny dip, and if Carmine finds me…well, I hope he appreciates the show.

I strip out of my clothes and walk to the edge of the pool. I dip a toe in; it’s heated. I look around and find the pipes running through the ceiling out of the room. It’s solar-heated, nice.

I dive in enthusiastically and come up for air. The warm water feels amazing on my body, and I start to swim to the other end of the pool. It isn’t a big pool, but I can swim around a bit.

“What are you doing?” Carmine’s voice comes from the door. “Oh, you’re naked.”

I see him turning around, and I laugh, the sound echoing off the walls. “Carmine, relax. It’s no big deal.”

He stops but doesn’t face me. “I’ll come back later when you’re dressed.”

“Don’t be silly. Come and join me.” I can see he wants to turn his head, and I swim to the edge of the pool. “Am I that ugly to look at it?”

That gets him. He whips his head around to look at me, his face red. “No, it’s not that. Arianna, I promised your brothers I would protect you. I can’t be distracted.”

“What’s distracting? Are we not allowed to swim?” I ask casually.

“I don’t think your brothers would be pleased to know we’re swimming naked together,” he comments, looking away again.

I snort. “We’re both consenting adults, and we’re just swimming. Come on. You got to see me naked. Now, don’t I get to see you?”

He shakes his head. “It isn’t right.”

“Are you scared?” I tease. “Because if this is the thing that scares you, I’d totally understand.”

I can only see the side of his face, but there are frown lines, and I know he’s grumpy now. “No, I’m not scared. I’m being respectful.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Stuck up,” I say, splashing in his direction. “You’re an adult and can’t even be in the same room as me because you’re ashamed of my body.”

He sighs and turns to me, taking a hesitant step toward the edge. “Stop goading me, Ari. Get dressed, and we’ll find something to do.”

“I want you to swim with me first,” I say breathlessly, using my arms to keep me high in the water, my breast floating to the surface. “Come on, the water’s lovely.”

“Your brothers will kill me,” he says, but I can see he wants to as his eyes drift over my body.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I say. “Please.”

He sighs, and I grin as he takes his shirt off. He pushes his pants down and approaches the pool in his briefs. “No, no, all of it off. We’re doing this properly.”

His eyes meet mine, and I can see them alight with mischief. He pulls down his briefs after a moment, and I can’t help that my mouth drops open slightly.

“Like what you see? Not the only one with the power to persuade,” he grins and dives into the pool behind me. He swims to the other end and waits there.

I swim slowly toward him. “You’re so concerned about my brothers, what they think, but do you care what I think?”

“What do you think?” he asks, floating toward me just as slowly.

“I think I want to make my own decisions. About my career, my life…my love life. I should be able to have a say in who I want to see.” We’re a few feet apart, and I reach for his hand, he comes forward, and I take his hand, pulling myself toward his body. We aren’t touching, but we’re close. “Did you ever think I wanted to see you? In a more romantic way? I know you’re hesitant, but Carmine, we can’t deny that there’s a passion between us. There’s definitely something.”

Carmine stares at me, a fire in his eyes. “My loyalty dictates what I do.”

“Is there no loyalty to me? You’ve known me as long as you’ve known my brothers. Or don’t I matter?” I breathe the last words out.

“That’s not fair,” he says quietly. “You know you mean the world to me. Your family gave me a home when I had none. I have to abide by the family rules.”

“Rules were made to be broken,” I say. Standing on my tiptoes, I press my body against his, feeling his dick twitch slightly as I kiss him deeply.

He slides his arms around me and lifts me slightly, holding me firmly against him. We kiss hungrily, licking and biting each other’s lips as though it’s the last thing we will ever taste in our wasted lives.

I feel his semi-hard dick press against my thigh, and I groan softly into his mouth. He moans as well, one hand entangled in my wet hair.

I feel like he’s going to draw blood if he kisses me any harder, and just when I think he’s going to cave in and slip his hand between my juicy thighs, his hold on me loosens, and he reluctantly steps back.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, breathless.

“We can’t, Ari. I’m sorry.” He turns and wades through the water as I watch him. He climbs out of the pool and grabs his clothes, walking out of the room without a backward glance.

I float there for a moment, still aroused from our closeness, our nakedness. I can’t stay here forever, so I slowly gather myself and swim to the steel ladder leading out of the water.

I don my clothes, though I am still wet. I’ll go up and change them after I’m dry, but one thing Carmine should know about me is that when I want something, I don’t give up very easily.