Married to the Mafia Boss

Evgenii

I glance at my watch, my meeting took longer than needed, but the young wanna-be CEO of the startup was very chatty.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out, surprised at the name on the screen.

Shirley McCannister.

Thoughts fly through my mind. The way she looked, the way she laughed, and the way she tasted. I had seen an easy-to-use little girl of the Sorvino family, and I had taken advantage of that. I had taken advantage of her naivety.

I hit the green answer button as I climb into my car and shut the door to block out the noise of the street. “Shirley, this is a nice surprise.”

“Hi, Evgenii. I hope this isn’t a bad time?” she asks, her voice seeming different, almost sultry. I smirk.

“I always have time for you,” I say casually.

I had used her, and I’d fallen for her. Then everything fell apart.

“I’m in New York for business,” she continues, drawing me out of my thoughts. “And I was thinking about you. I thought we could catch up for old times’ sake.”

I raise an eyebrow but keep my suspicion out of my voice, “Really? I’m surprised. We didn’t part on good terms.”

“I’m not a child anymore. I’ve matured. There were good times, too,” she responds. “If you’re not interested, that’s fine.”

Before she hangs up, I say. “We can go to that bar, what was it called-O’Malleys.” I wait, drumming my fingers on my steering wheel.

“I’ll leave now to meet you there,” she says before she hangs up.

I pocket my phone and grip my steering wheel for a moment. I think back a few years. She was so beautiful, but she never competed with the Sorvino women. I always wondered why she didn’t consider herself as beautiful as them.

I’m certain Shirley is trying to see what information I’ll let slip about Staten Island, but still, it would be pleasant to see her.

I start my car and drive toward the bar, humming to the rock music playing on my radio. Traffic is pretty bad, so it takes me almost an hour to reach my destination and find parking.

As I walk into the bar, I look around. Shirley is sitting at the end of the bar facing the door. She raises her hand in almost a half wave, and I nod that I see her. I make my way over and sit in the seat next to her. We’re at the corner of the bar, so she’s half-facing me.

She smiles warmly. “Thank you for joining me.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” I say, signaling the bartender to come over so I can order. “Vodka, neat. You can leave the bottle.”

The bartender hurries to attend to my order when he sees me put down a hundred-dollar bill on the bar as a down payment. Shirley sips her wine. “I see you still always know exactly what you want.”

“I always get what I want,” I smirk at her before shifting in my seat to get comfortable. “How are you? How is the West Coast treating you?”

As she speaks, I realize she is no longer that awkward girl I had taken advantage of. She’s confident, which surprises me, especially because she has such a strong presence that was absent when I approached her those years ago.

It makes me wonder if we could have been something. Maybe something strong and powerful, a couple not to mess with. I brush the thought away. Admitting something like that would be admitting I regret what I did, and I don’t.

I tell her a few non-work related things about Ivan and Tori, and when I speak about work, I talk about my new role and the deals we work on with her family. I’m careful not to let anything private slip.

We move to a table and place an order for some food as we continue chatting.

“You look far more beautiful than I remember,” I say after a brief silence. “Unless old age is just making my memories foggy.”

She gives a small laugh. “You always were a flirt.”

“Well, I do love to tell women they’re beautiful when they are.”

“I bet you tell every woman you cross that they’re beautiful,” she smiles playfully.

We sit back as the waitress sets our food down.

She keeps brushing off my attempts to flirt, which, combined with the alcohol, stirs a competitive fire inside me.

“You know, I mentioned we ended on bad terms. Despite that, we were still amazing together,” I try and make the comment casual. “I mean, I remember the things we did in bed, and that was amazing.”

It doesn’t even stir a slight blush from her.

“I know, but that’s in the past now,” she says with a glint in her eyes.

“Not everything has to be about business,” I say, reaching across for her hand.

She doesn’t withdraw her hand, but she doesn’t hold mine. We eat, chatting about her brother Pierce and his charity work. It’s all a cover for illegal business, but it’s smart.

The waitress takes away our dishes, and Shirley sighs. “This has been fun. It’s nice catching up, but I should get back. I have an early start tomorrow.”

“Don’t leave,” I say, trying to sound calm. “There are other ways we can catch up, you know.”

“Such as?” she asks, her eyes boring into mine.

“Drinks at my beach house. You loved it there.” I smile. “We can take it from there.”

She nods. “Okay, but I’m bringing my car. I have an early start and can’t wait for you to drive me around.”

“Agreed,” I say, raising my hand for the bill. I pay for our little catch-up and then stand.

“You remember where it is? Or do you want to follow me?” I ask.

She smiles. “I remember where it is. Let’s see who gets there first.”

We both hurry to our cars. I don’t even look for her as I race home, taking a route I know isn’t normally one the police watch.

I don’t know how she does it, but she’s parked in front of my house in her Mini Cooper when I arrive. I laugh. I forgot how much fun she is.

I get out of my car, handing the keys to my bodyguard. “Leave her car parked out front. She has an early start tomorrow.”

I walk toward her and offer her my arm. “Please, this way.”

She loops her arm through mine, and I lead her to the deck out back. It looks out over the ocean but is fenced off. There’s a bar out there, and I pour us each a cocktail and a shot of vodka.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she teases.

“I never had to before,” I tease back. I cheers my shot against hers, and we down it. I instantly refill it.

“We were terrible together,” she says with a smile. “I was way too immature to be with you.”

We drink another shot.

“To be fair,” I comment, “I flirted with you first. You’re young enough to be my daughter.”

We drink another shot.

“You are seriously stubborn. It’s always your way or no way,” she retorts with a giggle.

We drink another shot.

“To be fair, you never defended or spoke up for yourself. You let people walk all over you.” I grin and move closer.

We carry on like this, steadily getting drunker.

Everything seems hazy, but I pull her unsteadily onto my lap. She looks down at me with her bright eyes, and I smile, leaning up to kiss her.

She’s hesitant for the first time tonight. For a moment, I’m reminded of that twenty-one-year-old whom I met years ago. Then we’re locked in a fierce kiss. She holds onto my face, and I grind up into her, holding her firmly in my lap.

We break the kiss, and she breathes hard. I lock my eyes with hers and then kiss her again before trailing kisses down her neck.

She groans softly as she tips her head back before I feel her pulling away.

I feel a tad cool without her on my lap, but then I see her kick off her high heels and step between my legs. I adjust in my seat, hungrily watching her.

She slowly lowers herself down, trailing her fingers down my chest.

My dick is already straining in my pants. She rubs over it and leans forward to kiss me again as she unzips my pants. I feel relief as she tugs my underwear down to let my dick spring free. She looks up at me, and there’s a lust in her eyes I’ve never seen. She slowly lowers her head and kisses the very tip of my dick, which is already dripping with pre-cum.

She licks her lips and twirls her little tongue around the tip of my dick, and I groan, dropping my head back.

“God, that’s so good,” I murmur as she sucks on the head of my dick and then slowly takes in more and more.

She gags slightly when my cock hits the back of her throat, and she slowly pulls back. I rest back and enjoy the feel of her hot mouth enveloping my shaft.

But I don’t want to cum, so as we approach my orgasm, I stop her. “Let’s go somewhere more private.”

She smiles, and I stand, leaving my cock standing at attention. I lead her to my bedroom, and once in, I pull my shirt off and drop it on the floor. “Bend over the bed.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I can see she’s swaying slightly. I feel like I’m swaying, but all I can think about now is her wet pussy hugging my erection.

She smiles and pulls down her pants and then her panties. She steps out of them and undoes the buttons of her shirt to reveal her large breasts straining in her bra.

I pull her to me. “Bend over now,” I growl the words, my desire for her burning like a fire deep inside me.

She smirks and climbs onto the bed on all fours, her ass in the air. I smirk and run my fingers through her lips, feeling how wet she is for me. I remember this pussy so well. It always tasted good and always pleasured me. I move two fingers in and out of her, stretching her slightly. She rocks back and forth, and my dick strains toward her. I pull my finger out and spit in my hand. Tacky, I know, but it does the job. I lube up my dick before I position it at her entrance. I hold onto her hips, remembering how she liked being dominated, how she liked it rough. I don’t hesitate to thrust into her and immediately start pounding in and out of her.

The cries out of her mouth only make me hotter, keeping a firm hold on her hips as I chase my orgasm. Her right hand slips between her legs, and she yelps out little cries as she rubs her clit while I’m pounding into her.

I can feel my balls tightening in anticipation, and I reach forward, pushing her upper body down. Then I place one hand on the small of her back while the other continues to hold her hips. I slam into her hard and hold myself there while I come deep inside her. I then move again and slam hard after a moment, releasing the rest of my cum.

I feel spaced out, drunk on alcohol and pleasure, as I pull my semi-hard dick out of her and watch my cum slowly drip out.

She’s still fingering her clit, and I see her clench up as she chases her own orgasm.

In a mixture of mess and bodily fluids, we shift around until we both collapse onto the bed. I’m so tired, but I place an arm around her as she rests her head on my chest, and soon I doze off.