Married to the Mafia Boss

Shirley

My stuff is already in my room. Natalia has packed it away for me. I don’t need a tour of the house since I’m already familiar with it, so I ask Evgenii where I can set up to work.

He has a desk in his office cleared for me, and a comfy chair is there. “I got it just for you, so you wouldn’t ache.”

He is so proud, and I give him a soft smile. I almost feel bad I’m going to break him, but I remember time and time again how he just dropped me. It was like a bombshell, and I’m not letting him get away with that.

I worked on my proposal a little in the hospital. Setting up fake figures that I want Evgenni to see, and he’ll submit his while I submit a much better offer.

I glance at him but don’t feel the satisfaction I thought I would. But I have committed to this, so I’m not backing out now.

A Few Years Prior

I carefully carry the tray of coffees into the office, smiling brightly as I see Romero at his desk. He glares at me, and I slowly set the coffee down. “Is everything okay?” My voice is quiet. I’m not feeling as confident as I did a few moments ago.

“Did you ever think to ask your boyfriend his full name?” he asks, his voice dripping with venom. “Did you think of asking him where he is from or who his family are?”

I am so confused, and I’m sure I look it because Romero throws his hands in the air. “You stupid, naive little child.”

“I… He definitely isn’t Italian or Irish, I’d know,” but that isn’t a good answer.

Romero whips around. “What about Russian, Shirley!” He has raised his voice, and I flinch. In all the years he’s treated me as his daughter, he’s never raised his voice that loud with me, not that aggressively.

“You’ve literally handed the Bratva Volkov family our plans on a silver platter, and they have bought and secured all the territories I had plans for,” he shakes his head. “What were you thinking? You have betrayed your family with these stupid decisions. And why? Because an older man paid attention to you?”

His voice is low now, but I hear the disappointment breaking my heart.

“Pa… I didn’t…”

“You didn’t think, that’s the problem. When I expected more from you.” He waves me off. “Just go. You’ve done enough damage for Alessandro to fix.”

I feel the tears stinging my eyes, and I grab the car keys and hurry out. I pass Alessandro, who looks at me confused, but I don’t stop to tell him. I couldn’t stand it if he were ashamed of me as well. I know he’s taking over soon, and I’m sure he will want me to leave because of this.

I don’t care that I’m speeding, and I don’t care that the police might pull me over. It doesn’t take me long to reach the apartments where Evgenii is staying. Everything works on a number code, which I know very well from the nights I’ve spent here.

I let myself into his apartment and hear him on the phone in the living room. He turns around as I storm in. “Hang on. Something’s come up. I’ll call you back.”

As he hangs up, I pick up a nearby statue and throw it at him. He steps back, raising his hands, but he doesn’t stop me.

I pick up and throw picture frames, awards, decorations… Anything that I can destroy, throw at him, or throw around as I scream what an asshole he is. I don’t know how long I am there as I continue to tell him what a user he is. That I had loved him. That he said he loved me.

Eventually, I sink to my knees and sob into my hands.

He still doesn’t say anything immediately, and I look up at him, knowing my mascara is streaking down my face.

“I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to,” he says with a smirk.

A chill settles over me. He doesn’t care about stuff. I could burn his apartment to the ground. It doesn’t matter because I’ve already given him everything he needs to hurt my family.

I leave and drive around momentarily before stopping at central park. As kids, Romero and Helena would often bring us here for family picnics. I remember feeling so included and loved in everything. I sit on a bench and sniff, wiping my eyes on the back of my hand. Passersby give me weird looks, but I don’t move until I feel a heavy weight; someone has sat down next to me.

I don’t look up until the most unexpected voice starts speaking next to me.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it. I once ratted out one of my cousins to an undercover cop for doing drugs.”

I look at Alessandro and shake my head. “it’s not the same.”

“You’re still just a kid, Shirls. He took advantage of that. He took advantage of the fact he has more experience in life than you, and you can’t hate yourself for that. And I promise, Papa doesn’t hate you either. He will forgive you, and you will still work within the family.”

My shoulders shake as I hold back more tears. “I feel like such a fool.”

“Love does that,” he looks out at the park. “Which is probably why I’ll never get married and have kids.”

“That makes you a shit catholic,” I say quietly, and he chuckles.

I feel his arm around my shoulders. “These horrible things that happen to us, you have to take this experience and let it harden you a little and teach you how dirty people are. So you grow into a force to be reckoned with, Shirls. You have that power. You just have to tap into it.”

I rest my head on his shoulder. “You’re the best big brother.”

“I know.” He chuckles.

Present Day

We spend most of the day in the office working until mid-afternoon when Evgenii keeps disappearing. Eventually, when evening falls, my curiosity wins out. “Okay, what are you up to that you keep disappearing?”

He smiles. “My chef needed instructions. I was actually coming to get you for dinner.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Okay…”

I get up and gingerly follow him outside to where he’s prepared a beautiful-looking table with a roast chicken, various vegetables, rice, potatoes, and gravy. All my favorite comfort foods remind me of Nonna’s kitchen when we were on winter break.

He lights the candles and pulls my chair out for me. “This is a nice surprise.”

“I promised to treat you right,” he says with a big smile. “So this seemed like a good start.”

The meal is delicious, and Evgenii does most of the talking. I hadn’t noticed how little he had spoken to me when we first met, but now he regales me with stories of Europe and Russia and his family’s escapades traveling.

“That’s why Nat wasn’t here before. She was doing stuff in Europe with my parents. I don’t know what happened that made her want to come to settle here with me, but undoubtedly she’ll eventually tell me.”

I haven’t stopped smiling. I pretend to sip my wine and look out through the window. “This has been so nice.”

“I would do anything for you,” he promises. “I would die a thousand deaths if it meant I could be with you for a minute. I was a fool for not realizing that sooner.” His eyes shine with longing as he looks at me.

“We should get to bed,” I shift in my seat. “It’s getting late.”

I pause outside my room, and he stands just in front of me.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Do we have to sleep apart?” I ask quietly.

He looks at me, hopefully. “No. We can do whatever you want.”

“I want to come to bed with you. Let me get some things.”

I fetch what I need and follow him to his bedroom. He washes up as I brush my hair out and remove my makeup. I hear him go to bed as I get washed up. I pull out the silk nightie I smuggled into his room and slip into it and a g-string.

I am going to ensure, no matter what, he thinks I love him, even if it means having to sleep with him.

I guess I at least get decently laid.

I fluff up my hair and check my breath before I come out of the bathroom.

He’s reading a book, and it’s a moment before he realizes I haven’t walked to the bed. He glances up, and I see him swallow.

“I forgot you had a thing for silk,” he says quietly.

I nod. “I always have. I love the way it feels on my skin.” I slowly and deliberately run a hand up the side of my nightie, lifting it slightly so he can see the front of the red lacy g-string.

He shifts in bed, adjusting the blankets.

“It’s fine,” I say, tilting my head to the side. “I want to.”

He licks his lips slowly, and I give him the sexiest smile I can manage. “Move the blanket away. I want to see that you want me too.”

He throws the blank off him, his dick pitching a tent in his boxers.

“Pull it out,” I say quietly. “You know, I haven’t… Not since us.”

He lets out a little groan, and I can’t lie, it makes me a little wet too. I squeeze my legs together as he rests back and pulls his hard, thick, vein-laced cock out of his boxers.

My breath catches, and I grin. “Really happy to see me.”

He slowly strokes himself, his eyes locked on mine as I speak, “I… I’m still sore, so I want you to be gentle.”

“I will do whatever you want,” he murmurs.

I raise my hands to cup my breasts, easily finding and teasing my nipples through the fabric. I swap, letting my left hand tease my left breast while my other hand snakes between my legs and rubs between my lips. The material is soaking.

“Shirley…you’re driving me insane.”

I smirk and stop, slowly walking over to him. “I can’t be on top. My scrapes are still healing. You’re going to have to…”

He shifts over. “Get in.”

I giggle and slide into bed, lying down.

Evgenii carefully settles between my legs, and I pull him down, whispering in his ear. “Skip the foreplay. I want to come.”

He rests his head next to mine, and I smile against his cheek. He raises his head and reaches down, tugging the red lace to the side. It creates more pressure in my groin, and my lips are completely dry as he guides the thick mushroom head of his cock between my lips, then slowly up and down. I shift my hips, trying to raise them.

“I need you to lube up my dick,” he murmurs, “so I don’t hurt you.”

I tip my hair back, and he takes the opportunity to kiss me and bite my neck.

He then kisses me deeply while at the same time spreading my hole as he enters me. He’s always been a little too big, but I like it that way.

He pushes slowly into me and pauses, keeping his weight on his arms. His tongue dances with mine, sliding into my mouth and tasting every inch of me.

I know I’m supposed to… God, this feels so good as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in. I bend my legs so my knees are in the air, but my feet are flat on the bed. It gives him a good angle, and I whimper as he fills me to the brim.

He balances on one hand, and with the other, he pulls down my nightie so my breasts pop out. This nightie is tighter than my usual ones, and my breasts are larger and more sensitive because of the pregnancy, so the fabric binds my breasts and makes them bulge even more. He gently plays with one breast while his mouth finds the other nipple. God.

“God,” I cry out. “Oh yes. Yes.”

He moves a little harder and sparks jump through my body. I’m filled with a tingling sensation as he continues to trail his hand all over my skin. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy, the gentleness, or how he’s submitted to me entirely, but I don’t have words to describe how amazing I feel right now.

He doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t come. He places feather kisses on every inch of skin his mouth can reach and whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’m so happy you’re mine.”

“I love you so much.”

“You’re perfect in every way.”

“You’re like a drug.”

I shift and start bucking my hips to meet his. It’s too much. The pressure is too much. I’ve never felt an orgasm build up so hard in me. My pussy starts to flex around his cock, and now, only now, he starts moving faster. His hot breath comes in quick short bursts in my ear. In between, he whispers, “Do it. Come with me, Shirley. Own me.”

I buck my hips a little harder and then hold them up as my pussy completely clamps down on his cock. I can feel his cum inside of me, and I cry out desperately as my own body releases, and I squirt against him. It feels like forever as we are tangled in this intense orgasm.

He relaxes a little, and so do I, though it feels now like my vagina pulsates with life and is the most sensitive it’s ever been.

I try to take a deep calming breath, and he rests beside me, breathing hard.

“Fuck.” I murmur.