Married to the Mafia Boss

Vittoria

With guilt gnawing at me, I sit down at breakfast with Ivan. I have practiced this speech in my head over and over again. I need to do this.

“Is something the matter?” he asks me as we tuck into our eggs.

I smile at him. “I miss going to the public library. I know we have so many books here, but it’s non-fiction I’m after.”

“Why don’t you go this morning, then?” Ivan asks as I hoped he would.

I nod. “I think I will go this morning and get something light to read in the non-fiction section.”

With that, we settle into our comfortable silence as we eat. Ivan doesn’t seem to sense anything else is off with me though I worry he’ll send Aleks with me. However, after breakfast, he simply gives me a soft kiss before I leave.

I ask the driver to take me to the public library, and I sit back and relax. The hard part at this point is over, convincing Ivan I wanted to go to the public library. Technically speaking, that’s exactly where I want to be, but for nefarious reasons that are building a guilty feeling within me.

The driver finds parking a block away, and I walk toward the library, trying to appear casual, just in case anyone is following me. I can’t just go in, get a book, do what I need to, and leave. I need to make out as though I am actually enjoying myself there. Whoever sees me must think I’m a regular person browsing for books.

I walk through the doors and look around. I find the non-fiction section quickly but take my time running my hands over titles. Every so often, I pull one off the shelf and browse through it as though I’m interested in its contents. I actually would like to check out some psych books while I’m here.

I move to that section and slowly browse the books, glancing around now and then to ensure no one is watching me. I move deeper into the section where it is harder to see me. I quickly skim through the books before I find the one I am looking for.

I open it to page one hundred and twenty-seven, slip a folded letter into the pages, shut it, and put it back. The letter details to Alessandro what he should be negotiating for and what he should make look appealing to Ivan. I want to do right by my family and focus on the fact that my father’s still in hospital in a coma to squash the guilt building in me. There’s a part of me that wants to do right by Ivan as well. It’s a strong feeling, one that doesn’t want to betray him. It’s the part of me that feels safe resting in his arms at night. Who enjoyed the feel of his hard dick stretching me out.

I move to the more modern section on psychology and pick three books. I checked the time; it was almost noon. I’ve been here long enough.

When my phone rings, I jump slightly and look apologetically at the librarian, who is sternly gazing at me over her glasses. I answer quietly, “Hello?”

“It’s me,” Ivan says. “I want to meet for lunch at the restaurant if you’re done.”

“Yeah, I found some good books to read. I’ll be there soon,” I say before hanging up.

I check out the books with a different librarian, pack them into the book bag I brought, and then leave the library. I go to the driver and asked him to take me to the restaurant. We’re not far away, so when I get there, there’s no sign of Ivan.

A beautiful hostess comes to me. “Mrs. Volkov?”

“Yes, that’s me,” I say, feeling terribly awkward, everyone treats me like I’m so special here.

“This way, Mr. Volkov will be here soon. He is stuck in traffic.” She leads me to the private booth and sits me down. “Your waitress will bring you a glass of water and take your drinks order shortly.”

“Thank you,” I say and then look at her curiously. “How do you say thank you in Russian?”

“Spasibo,” she pronounces it slowly for me.

“Spasibo,” I say with a grin. She gives me a warm smile and walks off to seat other guests.

I’m just settled when Leonid, of all people, sits opposite me. I instantly tense up.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Leonid looks at me for a moment, then he laces his fingers in front of him, “You and I both know you’re going to betray Ivan, why not let me make it easier and help you.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing, I sit back nervous and can feel a blush creeping up my face as I answer him, “I’m not planning on betraying Ivan, you’re mistaken. Perhaps he should know about this conversation?”

“It was just a test,” he chuckles darkly before taking out his gun and placing on the table, “Of course, if you don’t think so and decide to run to Ivan with any misgivings, you may not find yourself breathing for much longer.”

I swallow hard, “Understood.” When he looks up sharply, I glance behind me and see Ivan walking in. Leonid gets up, puts his gun away, gives me a disgusted look, and leaves. Ivan sits down and smiles. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

“Not at all,” I say with a genuine smile.

“So, what did you check out at the library?” he asks.

A small part of me is nervous that he knows what I did, but I shake my head. “Just some books on psychology. I’ve always been interested in how the brain works.” I take them out to show them to him then I put them back in the book bag.

“Interesting, you’ll have to teach me some new things,” he smiles.

After lunch, we head back to the apartment.

“Where’s Ana?” I ask, setting my things down.

Ivan hangs up his jacket. “She’s gone out with friends. That child is a socialite and doesn’t sit still.”

“She’s sweet and very kind,” I say without thinking. Ivan pauses and then comes over to me. “You know, we’ll be alone for the rest of the day.”

I grin. “Really? Whatever will we do with our time.”

“I have an idea,” he says softly, kissing me, his hands coming up to play with my breasts.

“Ivan,” I breathe, “what if a guard walks in.”

“They’ll walk right back out again,” he says teasingly.

I’m hesitant, this is all so new to me, and his smiles and soft touch catch me off guard, this man is a monster and a killer, but I like to touch his body. I think back to my college days and how girls would talk about what they did with their boyfriends. I reach down and cup his crotch, massaging it gently.

He closes his eyes. “Are we getting over our shyness?”

“I just want to please you,” I say softly.

I rub his dick until I feel it get hard in his pants. “I’ve never… I want to….” I fumble over my words. “I know men like blowjobs.”

He chuckles and starts to undo his pants. “Is that what you want to do?”

I nod, looking down, but he tilts my face up. “You have to look me in the eyes while you suck my cock.”

I nod and slowly sink to my knees. I swallow hard as Ivan holds his cock out. “Lick the tip.”

I do as I’m told, swirling my tongue around it. He groans, letting me know I’m doing a good job.

I cover the head with my mouth and suck softly, and I feel his fingers grip my hair as he mutters, “Move it in and out of your mouth as you suck it.”

I do as I’m told again, trying to fit as much of his cock in my mouth as I can without gagging. He holds my head, so he’s in quite far, and holds me there. I breathe heavily through my nose and tilt my head to look up at him. His lust-filled eyes are gazing down at me, half closed in pleasure. Then he starts to rock his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out my mouth. I stick my tongue out, thinking it might be easier. He groans and moves his hips harder, going a bit deeper and causing me to gag. Suddenly he thrusts deep into my throat, and I choke slightly. He holds me there until I think I’m going to suffocate, then pulls out.

I won’t lie; the roughness has my panties wet in anticipation. He holds out his hand, and I take it. He pulls me up and walks me over to the dining room table. He turns me around and bends me over it. Shaking with excitement, I prop myself on the table. I feel him pull my pants down, and then he moves my thong to the side, rubbing the wet tip of his dripping cock around my entrance.

I whimper softly and try to back onto it, but he holds my hips in place. He sweeps my leg with his foot, and suddenly my legs are wider apart, and my top half is flat against the table. He puts a hand on my back, keeping me there as he pushes his cock deep inside me, this time a little faster than the last. I groan out and pant slightly, rocking my hips.

“You…” he says, “your body belongs to me. Say it.”

“I belong to you,” I whimper out. “Please…”

He pushes into me deeply, and I cry out in pleasure. He starts pumping his hips, and I slowly feel the tension building up inside me. He’s moving roughly this time, but I’m enjoying the pain and pleasure mixed. When his hand leaves me, I lift myself slightly and pull my top off. He reaches around me and cups my breasts as I pull my bra down. The angle he’s hitting inside me is so pleasurable that I’m already sweating from trying to hold back.

He pulls out slowly and then slams into me, lifting me a little each time. And when he does, the head of his cock hits my g-spot, and I cry out his name.

“Scream it louder,” he murmurs.

“Ivan,” I cry out louder. “Yes! Yes! Yes! God, yes!” I continue until I feel my walls clench around his dick like a vice.

He moves a little as though he is just pushing himself over the edge. I feel his cum fill me up inside, and the warm feeling makes me orgasm. He holds me as I do, and I know I’m falling hard for him.