Married to the Mafia Boss

Ivan

I tilt my head to the side. I don’t know if I like this art. Suppose you could call this art. The weird painting on the wall of the nude guy bothers me, and I wave to the interior designer. “This is a no.”

“It’s all the rage right now,” she says gleefully, and I stare at her. She backs down. “But we don’t want trendy. We want uniqueness. I’ll get rid of it.”

I smirk and go back into Tori’s office. The Sorvino Volkov Firm is coming along nicely. Tori is interviewing potential employees soon, and I know she’s looking forward to that. I glance behind me as I hear Tori and Ana’s voices. They are walking arm in arm, each carrying a brown bag. I head back out to meet them in reception.

“Luigi’s just invited me to this random birthday dinner, like. He is such a nag. He’s always asking what my plans are and if he can take me out.”

“Do it,” I hear Tori tell my daughter, I know she’s been helping them see each other for a while now, and I frown.

“I think that’s a terrible idea,” I say to them as they walk up to me. “I think Ana should set her sights elsewhere.”

They stare at me, and then it is an onslaught from the two of them.

“Don’t you think my brother is good enough?”

“You have zero say over who I want to see or don’t want to see.”

“Luigi and Ana are perfect for each other.”

“Even if we’re not, I decide, not you.”

It goes on for several minutes before I hold my hands up in surrender. “You’ve both made very valid points. I am a terrible person who should not decide things.” I look at Tori. “Except for the artwork on your walls.”

“I told her to get rid of the hairy, naked man,” Tori says with wide eyes. “Did she not?”

“She did after I asked,” I smirk.

Tori smiles evilly. I love that smile. She’s gotten so much more confident, and I know she’s excited both for the arrival of our baby and to start working in her own firm.

Anastasia rolls her eyes. “You two love birds carry on. I am going shopping and then to a birthday dinner, apparently.”

Tori smiles and hugs her. “You be safe, and if he’s an ass, tell me, and I’ll kick his ass.”

“I’ll…”

“You’ll nothing,” they both shout to me.

I hold my hands up again, and Tori waves Ana off before she turns and holds up the brown bag. “I have lunch.”

We sit side by side at the table in boardroom one. Tori unpacks the lunch for us. Two containers of an Italian pasta dish.

“From your sister?” I ask curiously.

“From the bistro, but no, she’s home with the baby today,” she smiles and hands me cutlery. I lean over and kiss her deeply, dropping my hand to hold her belly. Then we start to eat.

In between bites, Tori smiles at me. “So, with the baby joining us soon,” she grins. “Have you decided how we will introduce the little one to our families?”

“What do you want?” I ask.

She looks thoughtful. “I’ve always been pushed to the side. I don’t want that for any of our children. I want a huge venue, a big party, and all our family members to attend.”

I chuckle. “Not much, but we can definitely do whatever your heart desires.”

She falls silent for a moment and then looks up at me. “Can we paint the nursery walls a light blue?” she asks quietly.

I nod. “Of course…” I stop mid-bite. I swallow hard and look at her. “A boy?”

She smiles broadly and nods. “Yes, I’ve been waiting to tell you.”

I drop my cutlery and put my hand on her belly. “I’m having a son? Oh, Tori, you’ve made me the happiest person in the world.”

“I hope I always do,” she murmurs. We kiss softly and then go back to our food. Tori prattles away about what she wants to plan for the introduction party, and I listen, nodding in agreement. I would give her the world.

After a few hours, I can see she’s starting to get tired after being on her feet all day, so I insist we go home to our new estate near her sister’s villa.

We walk in, and she drops her oversized purse on the front table in the entrance hall. She stands there and groans, “This baby must come out now.” I smile and sneak up behind her, putting my arms around her to hold her belly. “There are ways and means to induce labor,” I whisper in her ear.

“Oh really?” she murmurs.

“If you come upstairs, I’ll show you,” I tease her, walking in front of her now and taking her hand. She’s lost that initial shyness about sex, and her confidence turns me on even more. She giggles, and we go slowly up the stairs to our room. I shut the door and undo my tie, tossing it to the side. Tori walks up to me and starts to unbutton my shirt. “So what are these magic ways of inducing labor?”

I chuckle as she suddenly pushes my shirt off and down. “What am I? Your stripper?”

“That would be fun,” she teases before leaning in and kissing my chest. She trails kisses against it and then smiles at me. “Although my back is sore.”

“You get undressed and get on the bed,” I say. “Leave the rest to me.”

She smiles and slowly undresses, dropping her clothes on her way to the bed. She climbs on the bed, leaving her thong and bra on and propping herself up on pillows. Fuck, she knows my weakness. I love fucking her with her underwear still on. My woman knows me well.

I grin and undo my pants, swaying my hips like I’m dancing. Tori giggles as I drop my pants and boxers. I’m already semi-hard just looking at my beautiful pregnant wife. She is absolutely perfect to me.

“What are you thinking?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.

“How perfect you are, especially for me, and I’m so glad we’re together,” I say, crawling onto the bed and resting beside her.

“I don’t know why you think that,” she said playfully. “Or how we’re going to get this right with me this huge.”

I smile, we’d only been doing oral sex for the last few weeks, but I know she’s horny for more.

I trail my hand up her belly to her large breasts, swollen and ready for our baby and me. I tug her left cup down and free her breast. The bra underneath keeping it lifted. I trace a circle around her nipple slowly. She closes her eyes and sighs. I know she loves nipples and clit. Sometimes my girl can be a bit dirty.

I lean in and whisper, “Turn on your side.”

She glances at me, and I motion for her to turn to her right side. I grind my erection against her ass as I squeeze her breast. She makes these little gasping noises, the ones she knows drive me wild. Little whimpers and gasps, feeble, as though she needs saving, but at the same time, she begs for more.

I pinch her nipple between my index finger and thumb and roll it between my fingers. She tips her head back, exposing her neck. I kiss and suck on it, grinding harder against her.

“Stop… teasing…” she moans out, grinding back against me. My hand lets go of her breast. I use my right arm to prop me up as I slowly walk my fingers down her belly. “Lift your leg over mine,” I whisper.

She lifts it, and we adjust for a moment, my cock rubbing against her lips. I slip my hand around her leg and to her clit. It’s swollen already, and I swear it’s throbbing.

Tori arches slightly as I use my index finger to swirl it around. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, “but you’re still teasing….”

“I want to make you soaking wet,” I whisper, nibbling on her exposed ear.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t stop teasing,” she groans as my finger moves faster, flicking her Satan’s bean up and down. She’s panting now, just how I like it. I take my hand away and use it to guide myself to her now sopping-wet hole. She tries to spread her legs as much as she can, but I like it tight, so I don’t mind that it isn’t much. I shift my weight and push into her slowly.

She forms a fist with her hand, gripping the duvet we’re on top of tightly.

“Sweet mother of Mary,” she growls.

I stroke her belly softly, “Gently, love.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I start to move slowly, letting her build up that tension that I know will rip through her body. It’s hard, though, as my balls are aching for release, but I control myself. I cup her breast again, and she turns her head, and we kiss somewhat awkwardly as I move a bit faster.

I steadily move faster and faster as the minutes tick by, building us both up for a blistering orgasm.

Tori squirms next to me, touching her clit between her legs, then playing with her nipples and gripping the duvet tightly.

“You ready?” I murmur, kissing her neck.

She can’t speak, so she just nods hurriedly, and I move a bit harder, not wanting to hurt her but wanting to chase that release we’re both waiting for.

My balls tighten, and I bury myself balls-deep inside her pussy, reaching around to stimulate her clit. She shakes like she’s possessed as her orgasm rips through her, her eyes rolling back in her head as she cries out.

It takes a while but soon enough, we separate, and she turns over, resting her head on my chest.

“I’m not in labor,” she says after a few minutes. “So I think we’ll have to do that again.”

I laugh and kiss her head. “Let’s try the shower next.”