Married to the Mafia Boss

Miguel

She stares at me stupidly, and I roar, “Jarred!”

There’s no answer, and she stares at me. The door for the home theater crashes open, and Jarred comes running down the hallway breathlessly.

“Don Rossi,” he says, terrified of the look in my eyes.

“How’d she get into my office? Were you too busy watching a movie?”

He doesn’t answer me, and I backhand him. “Go get your brother. He’ll take over your duties since you’re so incapable.”

He slinks off, looking mortified, and I wait until he’s down the stairs before I turn to Kira.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m exploring,” I can tell she is lying. She blinks a lot when she lies.

“Bullshit,” I say. “You didn’t have to come into this office to explore it. It’s only open because I stepped away for a moment.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have done that,” she snaps. So cheeky. She clearly didn’t learn this morning.

Lyle comes up behind me, and I hold a hand up to keep him at a distance. “What were you doing?”

“I wanted to speak to my family,” she barks. “I wanted to let them know I’m okay.”

“If you weren’t okay, they would know,” I snarl. “I would have sent you to them in pieces. That can still be arranged.”

She doesn’t say anything at first, then she stands. “I can’t believe what a monster you’ve turned into. You were so kind. How? How the fuck did you go from being such a kind, caring person to this fucking atrocity?”

I step into the office. “You made me this way, Kira. This is your doing.”

“How? What did I do that was so terrible, Miguel?”

“Is your memory so bad?” I wave for Lyle to come closer. “Did we really mean nothing to you?”

She looks taken aback, but before she can answer, I turn to Lyle. “Lock her in her room.”

I turn and leave. I can hear her arguing with Lyle, but I know he won’t put up with it. I take the stairs quickly and go into the library because I know there’s a stocked bar at the back of it. I pour myself a glass of whiskey and sit down at the bar, slowly sipping on the drink.

Thirteen Years Earlier

I can’t believe we’ve been together for two months already. Exams are fast approaching, but I spend most of my time studying with Kira. My frat brothers totally understand, and I make time for them when I’m at the house, but mostly I’m focused on my studies and Kira. My grades can’t slip, or my father will poke around and ask about it, but at the same time, Kira is just intoxicating.

It’s really early in the morning, but I want to get to Kira’s dorm to walk her to class. The day promises to be glorious, with lots of sunshine and no clouds. It seems like such a waste to spend it indoors with old professors lecturing on shit we already know from textbooks. A plan formulates in my mind.

I wait outside for Kira, who comes out a few minutes after I arrive. She kisses me softly. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I murmur before kissing her again. “Listen, I have an idea.”

“You always have an idea,” she giggles, and the sound fills me with unexplainable joy.

“I know, but you have to trust me with this one. Why don’t we skip today? Just go to Central Park, lie on the grass, eat some hot dogs, and spend the day together.” I grin mischievously.

“We can’t just skip class,” she says. “Besides, it’s such a risk to go off campus. What if one of our family members sees us together.”

“I doubt your family knows who I am, and I doubt my family knows who you are, so we would be fine. Besides, our families don’t come from this side, really. Their businesses are all on the other side of New York. I mean, the reason we both came here is that they don’t really have influence here.”

She looks up at me and bites her lip. “I guess.”

“Come on,” I take her hand, “I promise it’s going to be an awesome day.”

Kira squeezes my hand and smiles. “Okay, let me go put my textbooks away. Give me yours I’ll stash them in my room. Kerri has gone home for the week so that she won’t notice.”

I grin and wait for her. Once she’s back, we head off campus. No one stops us, and we are both nervous and excited. I call a cab, I could take my car, but I don’t want it to be recognized. We climb into the cab and tell the driver to go to Central Park, and then we snuggle down together.

Kira strokes the back of my hand softly.

I pay the driver, and we go into the park. We spend the day resting under the trees, talking about our dreams and what we want for our futures. What we wish we could actually study. We steal kisses, and once or twice, a little more, with a brush of fingers. I get us hot dogs and soda for lunch, and soon enough, we’re just relaxing in a quiet part of the park. She’s sitting with her back to the tree, my head is in her lap, and my eyes are closed.

She’s stroking the slight stubble that is growing because I haven’t shaved.

“Miguel?” I love the way she says my name.

“Hmm?” I sigh contently.

“I know we said it that one night. But I really do love you. You are my whole world, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

My eyes snap open, and I sit up abruptly, turning to her. “Kira, that’s all I want. I don’t care if we have to run off together. I love you so much.” I lean in and kiss her deeply.

When I break the kiss, she says, with a heavy voice, “Why don’t we go back to my room?”

“Really?” I chuckle. “I’m in.”

We get up and hurry to exit the park.

We try our best to keep our hands off each other in the cab ride back and giggle as we rush through the mostly quiet campus back to her dorm. She opens the door, and we get in. She shuts it a little too loudly behind her.

I push her against the door, pressing my body against hers. We kiss hungrily, and her hands rub my chest as I squeeze her waist, grinding my hard dick into her. I feel like a boy who’s just discovered what an erection is, and I want to chase the finish line. She nudges me, and I move, but she guides me, so I’m against the door.

She gets on her knees and undoes my belt. I groan with expectation. She frees my erection and immediately starts stroking it.

“I want to be dirty with you,” she breathes, slightly blushing. I lick my lips and nod as she starts to suck on the tip of my hard-on. I groan loudly and grab a fistful of her hair, willing her to take more. She slides my cock into her mouth while she sucks on it. She takes as much as she can until she’s gagging on it, and I can’t explain what that gagging sound does to my twitching cock.

I start to move my hips, holding her head in place while I fuck her pretty little mouth. She fondles my balls as I move, and they tense; I can’t help myself. I want to push deep into her throat, but she pulls away and starts stroking my dick, sticking her tongue out.

“Jesus, where did you learn this?” I gasp, bucking my hips slightly.

She grins as I come on her tongue, getting a little on her face. She wipes it off with her finger before she sucks on her finger and swallows my cum. My dick aches with need.

“Your turn,” I growl, taking her hand and pulling her up. I lead her to her desk, which is against a window. “You want to be a dirty little girl?” I tease, I know what I’m doing, but I don’t know if she does.

“I am a dirty little girl,” she says seductively.

I smirk and pull her pants, and she steps out of them. After paying special attention to my favorite part of her body, her curves. I lift her onto her desk and spread her legs. I sit on her chair, nestling myself between her legs. Her thong is already wet with desire, and I can smell it from where I am. I get closer, and I lick her through the fabric. She tips her head back.

“Tell me where you got this idea,” I murmur, taking control of the situation.

“I read about it in a book,” she breathes.

I chuckle and lick her through her thong again, soaking it with my saliva. “Smutty books, hey? Not bad.”

“Um…”

“Say something dirty to me,” I murmur, tracing a finger down the barely visible line where her lips meet.

“I… um…”

She is breathing harder, so I stick my tongue out and flick at her clit through the fabric. “Say you want me to eat your pussy.”

“Oh, God,” she gasps and reaches a hand down to touch herself, but I smack it away, so she says, “Miguel, please eat my pussy.”

I smirk and move my face close, using my tongue to lick up and down between her folds through the fabric. When I pull away, I see she’s pulled her shirt up, and her one breast is out. She’s playing with the nipple.

I pull the thong to the side and lick between the folds. She’s so wet she coats my tongue. She’s trembling, and I want to rock her world while my dick gets ready to fuck her.

I suck on her clit, and then I flick it with my tongue while I move my head quickly from side to side to give that full vibrator feel. She all but slides forward to be as close to my mouth as possible. I hold her legs as I continue to move, and she starts to whimper. I feel her grab my hair, her turn, I guess, and she starts to buck wildly against my tongue. It’s hard because I’m holding her legs. She tries to squeeze them closed and pull me away, but I hold her tight because I know what’s about to come.

It’s her.

She cries out and leans back. Suddenly, a wave of warm liquid flows over my tongue and lips as she cries out my name. I finally pull back with a smirk and watch her, exhausted.

“Take off your top,” I instruct her as I stand up.

“Miguel,” she breathes, “I’m sorry….”

“Take off your top,” I say again, and she sits up shakily, pulling her top off. I yank her bra down and grab her waist. “Turn over.”

“Miguel, people could see,” she protests, her eyes wide.

“Let them see,” I grin. “Let them see how vulnerable and beautiful you are.”

She and I stare at each other for a few seconds before she finally turns over on her desk, scattering stationery off it. She’s on all fours, pressed against the window. I glimpse her breasts squished against the glass and then raise her front a little, lowering her rear. I guide my now hard again dick into her, and I instantly start to fuck her. I want us both to come this time.

“Mig…Miguel, someone is watching,” she whimpers, her hands on the frame of the window.

I look over her shoulder. It looks like a professor is standing below. He’s standing by a tree, his hand in his pocket. I grin and move harder. “Your pussy is so good.”

“Miguel,” Kira cries out, “fuck me harder.”

I move faster, and I feel her clench around me. I grab her hair and pull her head back. She cries out, and I glance down at the professor, who is clearly being entertained.

I slow down and then thrust hard, and she cries out. I thrust again, harder. She cries out again. I do this four or five times before my dick can’t take it anymore, and I bury myself inside her, releasing a stream of hot cum.

I reach a finger around her and toy with her clit until she’s clenching around my dick again, shaking violently. Another stream of liquid. I didn’t know she was such a squirter. It’s a massive turn-on for me. I love satisfying her.

The professor is gone now, so I gently slip out of her, pick her up and place her on the bed. I spoon her and kiss her head.

“That was hot,” she breathes. “So fucking hot. I’ve never…I’ve never gushed like that before.”

“I’m so pleased I could please you,” I murmur, kissing her bare shoulder.

Present Day

I throw my glass across the room and into the wall. Jarred comes in to check on me, but I snap at him, “Fuck off.”

He leaves, and I stare at the mirror opposite me.

I wish these thoughts would go away just as easily.