Married to the Mafia Boss

Ivan

It was an enjoyable lunch, but I’m glad that Tori and I are alone at the apartment once everyone has left. In the library, I bring her a glass of wine and put my whiskey on a coaster on the table between us.

“Today was nice. Thank you for inviting my family,” she says quietly.

I give her a slight smile and shake my head. “I won’t deny you reasonable things, Tori.”

“I’m starting to realize that,” she says with her lips turned up.

“Listen,” I sit forward, “my grandmother is turning ninety next week, and we’ve been planning a party for her. I was hoping you could go over everything and make sure it’s done or being done. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course,” she agrees quickly, “I may have questions, but I can absolutely oversee that.”

We read while we finish our drinks and then freshen up in the bathroom. I rest back on the bed, waiting for her to get in so I can hold her, but when she gets in, she slings an arm over me and settles her head on my chest. I can smell her orchid shampoo, and it’s divine to me. Fresh, down to earth but with a surprisingly sweet, lingering smell you don’t expect.

I haven’t held a woman like this in years. It stirs feelings inside of me that reminds me of Mila. I feel guilty, as though I’m betraying her, but still, my arm wraps around Tori. I’m so confused. I didn’t want something emotional. This was meant to be a business transaction, after all.

I doze off thinking of Mila and Tori and what Mila would think about her.

When I wake up, Tori is already up and out of the room. I glance at my phone and then get up to shower and dress. I don’t see Tori at the breakfast table, and I assume she’s having breakfast in the office. I consider stopping in to say good morning, but my thoughts are still lingering on Mila from the night before, so I decide to go to the restaurant for breakfast and to see if my family members have any reports. I need to clear my head.

I know Evgeni and Leonid are there, and as I arrive, I find them eating fresh bread, jams, fruits, and coffee. They stand as I enter, and when I sit, they sit down.

“What’s the news?”

“That shipment is coming in sooner than expected,” Leonid comments. “I’ll be ready for it when it arrives.”

“I want to inspect it, so I’ll handle it,” I say, starting to butter some bread.

“That isn’t a good idea, Ivan. The point of having Evgeni and I is so that we can do these things for you.” Leonid is argumentative this morning, and I’m not in the mood.

I scowl at him. “Are you giving me orders now?”

“Not at all,” Leonid backtracks quickly. “But if I may say one thing….”

“It better not annoy me,” I comment, taking a bite of the bread.

“It’s just that since that Sorvino woman came into our family, it’s like you don’t trust us anymore,” Leonid glances at Evgeni, but he’s tactfully avoiding looking at both of us.

“Nothing has changed. As the head of the family, I can inspect my products whenever I like, is that understood?” I ask, to make my point I take one of the sharp knives and stab it into the table.

“Yes, boss.” It’s said with contempt, but I let it slide as my mother brings out some meat for me. I hate fighting in front of her.

On the drive back to the apartment, I think about Tori. I haven’t lost faith in my men, but perhaps they have lost faith in me for joining our families. The last thing I want is betrayal. I need Tori to prove herself to them so we can put this to bed. I mean, I’d like to put her to bed. The curve of that ass… I chuckle to myself; the distraction amuses me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way about someone.

I walk into the apartment and glance around. No one is around except the guards at the front. “Where is my wife?” I ask Aleks.

“In the office working on the reports,” Aleks says. “She came out a little while ago to get something to eat and went back in.”

I nod. “Keep… Keep everyone out of the office for now. I want no distractions.”

Aleks nods, and if he’s figured out what I want, I don’t really care.

I walk softly into the office and watch Tori hunching over the papers, reading them carefully. I shut the door without a sound and walked up behind her, trailing my fingers down her back.

“Ah!” she screams, nearly jumping out of her skin. I grab the chair and her to stop them from falling.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I say, watching her breasts move up and down as she breathes hard.

“Sorry, I was just so focused,” she says, putting a hand on her heart. She plops back down into the chair, and I kneel beside her. “I didn’t see you this morning,” she says.

“I had things to attend to, and I didn’t want to bother you, but surely you need to take a break,” I comment, gazing at her.

She smiles and reaches out hesitantly and then strokes my beard. “I think the beard makes you look so handsome.”

“I’ll never shave it, I swear,” I say to her, grinning softly. Her eyes sparkle in the room’s bright light, and I softly stroke her back.

Our eyes are locked as she leans forward and gently kisses my lips. Such an innocent kiss. So sweet. I might be gentle at first, but she’s definitely going to learn to like it rough and dirty when I’m done with her.

“Come,” I say, getting up and holding out my hand. “Come with me.”

She stands and follows me to my table. I sit down in my chair and pat my leg. “Sit.”

“Will your chair hold us?” she asks.

“It will.” I pull gently on her hand, and she sits on my leg. I wrap one arm around the back of her to hold her in place and use my right hand to tilt her face down so I can kiss her again. We kiss for a few seconds before I open my mouth and lick at her lips. Hesitantly she slowly cracks open her mouth. When she doesn’t send her tongue out to meet mine, I send mine to find hers. She swallows, and I can feel her shaking as I explore her mouth, cupping her face with my hand.

She gets braver, and soon, our tongues are doing the salsa together, and the energy in the room has changed from a calm, professional one to an electrified one. I drop my hand to her breast, and through her shirt, I give it a good squeeze, eliciting a loud moan from her. I can feel her practically melting into me. I squeeze her breast again and then drop my hand to lift her shirt. She squirms a little, but I distract her with another kiss. I let her go to lift her shirt over her head and discard it to the side. She’s wearing a deep purple lacy bra, and I lick my lips. A quick inspection shows me it’s a front clip one, but I don’t want it off yet. I reach into her bra, squeeze her breasts, and tease her nipple. She squirms on my lap, and I won’t lie, It’s making my dick harder than the ice in Siberia. I take my hand out of her bra and tug it down, freeing the girls. The bounce is perfect, and with the bra tight underneath, they look even perkier. I take her hand and guide it to the front of my pants. She hesitantly rubs the front of my pants, so I let her go again to undo my pants and open the fly. I pull my dick out and sit back. “Just stroke it gently,” I murmur before tilting her down for another kiss.

Her hand shakes as she slowly works up and down my shaft while I tweak her nipples. She loves nipples and clit. That much is clear.

I grunt as my balls tighten, and my hand is over hers, stopping the motion.

“Did I hurt you?” she asks worriedly.

“No, I just don’t want to come yet.” I smile. “Do you want to be on top your first time?”

She looks at me, and I can see she’s unsure, so I say, “It might hurt a little less.”

She nods and stands up. She slips out of her pants and panties and stands there awkwardly for a moment. I drink in her sun-kissed skin before I hold my hand up. “Sit on the desk. I’ve got this.”

She sits on the edge of my desk, and I scoot forward. “Spread your legs for me, Tori, as wide as you can.”

She blushes, but she obeys, which is a good sign. I kiss her soft mound. Again. Again. Soft kisses, and I know the anticipation I am building up. Then my tongue divides her lips and runs from hole to clit to hole again. She tips her head back and groans loudly. I continue to tease her with my tongue, which I’m rather good with if I say so myself.

I dip into her hole and taste her tart juice. It hits just right, like a good cigar.

My dick is dripping with pre-cum, so I gently rub it between her lips. She looks at me, her eyes wide but lustful. I make sure she’s lubed up and then line up the tip of my cock with the petite hole.

She sits up a bit straighter and whispers, “It’s not going to fit.”

“Don’t worry,” I assure her, “you’re going to enjoy this.”

She looks at me, clearly worried, but I slowly inch my cock into her, spreading her as I move. The thick veins in my cock are prominent as her tight hole squeezes my dick. I groan, and it takes me some time to push deeper into her. She cries out twice, but I keep going. Once I’m entirely in, I wrap an arm around her back and bring her forward. “I’ll be gentle… this time….”

She nods against my shoulder.

I move slowly, and she cries out again. The sound turns me on. No other cock has come in this pussy before. It belongs to me and me alone.

I start to move steadily, and she falls into a rhythm with me. I grunt as my balls tighten again. She’s so tight. It’s like her vagina is devouring my dick. I reach down and roll my thumb over her clit as I move, and she tips her head back, calling out, “Oh, God, yes.”

I smirk and move a little harder, keeping up my actions. She clenches her legs around me and starts to shake, and I know it’s time.

I bury myself deep inside of her and come. Then I pull out and slam back into her, releasing another shot. Out, in, and another stream, and I’m spent.

I hold her against me for a moment. Kissing her head, I slowly pull out. “Get dressed. We’re going to be late for dinner.”

She looks like she can’t even stand, and I smile as I do my pants up. “It won’t always hurt. The more we do this, the more pleasurable it will be for you.”

She nods, standing shakily and slipping back into her clothes. She runs her hands through her hair, and we leave the office.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

She turns to the bedroom, but the thought of my cum trapped inside her turns me on even more. I take her hand, wag my finger in front of her and kiss her before pulling her toward the dining room, where Anastasia is waiting for us to eat.

Tori sits down on my left side and squirms slightly. I know my cum is dripping into her panties, and I try to hide my smirk.

“I’m glad you’re in a good mood,” Anastasia says, “because I was thinking of going out somewhere different tonight.”

“Oh,” I say as I start to eat, “where do you want to go?”

“Well, since we’re family with the Sorvinos now, I wanted to go check out La Club,” she says, batting her eyes innocently.

I frown and glance at Tori, then at Anastasia. “You would have to take security.”

“Can’t Vittoria arrange security there for me?” she asks. I knew there’d be an argument, but then it strikes me-a brilliant idea.

“Why don’t you go with Tori?” I ask, and I can see both she and Tori are trying to hide their disappointment from me, but it’s a good bonding experience. “You can both get to know each other better. It could be fun.” I look pointedly at Tori, who gives me a hesitant smile. “Sure, we could take Luigi with us as backup.”

“There, it’s settled. You two go out tonight and have fun. I won’t wait up,” I say, returning to my dinner. I can sense Anastasia rolling her eyes at me, but I think it will do the two of them some good.