Page 4 of Arranged Pleasures
“Bye Mamma!” They hug her and she gives them each a personal goodbye before standing and letting them know we will be back soon. They all act like me with a wild side, but they crumble into putty with their mother. I always assumed I would have sons that would be raised to be ruthless and while they will one day run this outfit, Emelia is teaching them how to do it with a wiseness. I will teach them ruthlessness and she will teach them intelligence. My sons will be the new generation that the Mafia needs and my stubborn, hardheaded, yet soft and kind wife will play a huge part of that.
I would have never dreamed before Emelia, that I would let my wife have a say in my world. That was my plan all throughout my young adult life, but then my arranged wife, one who I had planned to destroy, caught me by the throat and I may run the Seattle streets, but Emelia Rene, runs the man behind the throne.
Once we are in the elevator, I pull my wife into my side and inhale her scent, kissing her forehead, temple, cheek, and lips. I was in Chicago for almost a week to handle a few men, a new shipment of cocaine, and my time away from Emelia was maddening. I hate being apart from my wife. She has become a fucking appendage to me. For the first few years of our marriage, I struggled with the idea that I could lean so heavily on her, without losing the authority I had known my whole life. In theMafia, men do not fold for women, but I fucking topple over, crawl and kiss the fucking ground my wife walks on.
Learning to let Emelia have power in the marriage did not show weakness, it only showed my ability to be a leader who saw that women have worth. They are not used for fucking and reproducing children. They are meant to lead and teach boys how to be real fucking men. No one in the Mafia is more powerful than a Mafia king’s wife.
“What do you want for breakfast?” She smiles up at me sweetly.
“I know you told the kids we would get cannolis tonight, but I am craving one right now.” She giggles.
I chuckle back. “Whatprincipessawants, she shall get.”
The elevator opens and Giulio is standing there waiting. The other residents pass by us with their heads down and eyes focused on anything, but my wife and I. Fear is fuel to me, however Emelia has a thing about wanting to get to know the neighbors. Baking pies, showing up and having casual conversations over dinner, isn’t really my style. But I make a great effort to put on a smile when one or two people accidentally look me in the face.
One man risks it and when I give him a curt nod and half grin, he scurries and Emelia chuckles in my side, nudging me softly in the ribs.
“Even your grin is scary. Best you leave it to me, my love.”
“This one.” I give her the same one.
“Okay, it’s not creepy to me because I know you, but if I knew you were the Mafia leader and you smiled at me like that, I would run the other way.”
“Is that right?”
We step out onto the street, and I usher her in front of me. Giulio would open the door, but he stops. For me, he opens every damn door, but with Emelia, if I am present, I open her doors.
“Yes, you can be very intimidating.” I grab her then and push her against the side of the large blacked out, nearly bullet-proof Range Rover. Her breath hitches. And I grab the plush, thick skin of her hip. Leaning into her ear, I bite the lobe, and she visibly shutters against me.
“You like my dominance, though, don’t you, baby?” I lean back just enough to where our faces are a mere inch or two apart. I’m bent over her, and I wear this nearly saddened face, trying to play a little game with my blue-eyed temptress.
“I—I—yes,” she stutters. Captivated. Strangled under my every fucking move, breath and word.
“If I reached into your little tight panties, I would find your pussy soaked. Wouldn’t I?”
She nods, her chest heaving.
“And if I bent you over in the back of this car and filled your ass with my cock while you choked on my fingers, you would love that wouldn’t you?”
She nods again, but groans this time, biting her lip. I sneak a look down to see her rubbing her legs together.
“You’re going to get that tonight. Now in the car. I’m hungry and your pussy isn’t available to eat out here.” I stand back to full height at six two and look around us, making sure no one is prowling. She rights herself and I adjust my fucking hard cock in my suit pants. Watching her round ass climb in, I take a deep breath and run my hand through my slightly longer slicked-back hair.
We both need sleep tonight, but there is no way we will be able to avoid taking out all this tension on one another when the sun sets on the Seattle skyline. Tonight, I’ll fuck her on every surface of our room. Finishing the night with her perfect, full breast against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking our city. The one I own and that she has for ten years alongside me. Fucking my seed into her tight cunt. Marking my territory.
Breakfast passed far toofast and meeting her detail outside our penthouse to take over watch was worse than breaking limbs.
“Wait.” I bark at Giulio when he puts the SUV in drive. I want to watch her get inside like some teenage boy dropping off his high school date. With one more glance back at me, she blows me a kiss and it’s an arrow straight to my heart.
“Boss, to the club?” Releasing a lung full of air, I nod.
“Let’s get this over with. I want to be home with my family.”
“Yes sir.” We pull away and head downtown.
It’s noon and the nightclub on top of the hidden rooms and strip club is barren until opening hours. Stepping out of the SUV, I button my suit jacket and follow Giulio in.
A few of my men line the entryway hall decorated in deep olive-green suede walls. Stepping in, some of the waiters have already started their shift, preparing for a busy Friday night. Across the room are the elevators and stairs. We take the main elevator that only me and designated men can use, down to the bottom level.