Married to the Mafia Boss

Alessandro

Having the upper hand and leaving Katya high and dry had felt great.

Fucking great.

She was pure heat that singed my fingers every time I tried to touch her, but last night, I had been the one to burn her.

At least a hundred business deals sealed, and more than a fortune made, but somehow that had become one of my most satisfying victories.

Maybe now she would think twice of teasing, and if she didn’t, I was game for whatever challenge she planned on throwing at me.

I’d rise to it.

Life was all about learning. You lived, and you learned. You found out the things you liked and didn’t, and the things that make you kill somebody in cold blood.

This morning I learned something vital, maybe about myself, but definitely about Katya.

She was somebody that would strive to have the upper hand.

“Fucking shit!” I tossed the duvet aside, and Katya was there between my legs, with my dick in her hands.

Her very warm, soft hands.

She raised her head to meet my eyes and stretched the corners of her mouth into a sly smile.

“Good morning, husband,” she purred, and my dick reacted.

I’d been sleeping just a second ago, but I was sharp as a knife now. Raised up on my elbows, my eyes traveled down her body.

Her hair was messy from sleep, and the very thin short dress she wore as a nightgown rustled with both of its spaghetti hands slipped down her shoulders. One of them had slipped so low one breast was almost spilling out, the sheer material barely staying in place, hanging on to her amazing tit.

I groaned when she pumped my dick once, biting her lower lip before leaning forward to push me down with one hand.

“You’ll need to lie down for this.”

Like bloody hell I did.

I grasped the hand and held on to it, almost pleading with my eyes.

I was the furthest thing from a saint. When I’d told her I was an obscenely sexual person, I hadn’t meant it as a joke.

Sex was a staple and for years I’d never gone a week without fucking, but then she’d whirled into my life like the fucking storm that she was, and I’d been left consumed by thoughts of her.

The thought of bending her over my table and spreading her cheek apart. Propping her on the edge of my bed and diving between those long legs.

Having those legs in the air, and my name rolling out of that teasing mouth.

But there was only so much I could do.

“Stop it.” There was only so much I could take.

Katya regarded me in silence, a secret smile etched on her face. “Stop what?” she asked innocently, running her tongue over her lips. “Where is some of that “perverted master seducer” spirit I saw last night?”

She rose to her knees and nudged my legs further apart as she scuttled closer. The lower thin strap of her night rail slipped even lower, and a perfect, ample breast fell free.

Fuck.

“Katya…”

That was the smile of a devious person, but Katya made it so damned sexy. She stroked my straining hard-on slowly, her hand going from hilt to tip, her eyes locked on me.

My eyes couldn’t stay on hers, lowering to her free breast, and I couldn’t resist licking my lips.

It looked like it would fit perfectly in my hand. Even more perfect in my mouth, with my tongue working it.

She didn’t bother getting me to lie back, she just took the hand back.

“Fine, stay that way if you want,” she said, moving back and lowering herself to settle properly between my legs.

“Katya-”

“If your hands even come close to me, Ales, I will stop.”

Before I could say another word, Katya’s tongue whipped out, tasting my dick from the shaft up, slowly.

I groaned and shuddered, closing my eyes, and rolling my head back.

She slowly took me in her mouth, going deeper and deeper until I swore. English wasn’t an option. The only thing in my head was how she worked her mouth, starting slow and working faster while playing with my balls.

The feeling of her hair, her breath, that naked tit that rubbed against the side of my leg as she moved.

My hands were twitching, but I grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheet instead.

I needed this. Needed her to finish.

The momentum built up, driving me towards the climax.

I was going to cum-

Then Katya stopped. Just pulled away altogether as if she had never been there at all.

I shot up and found her standing at the foot of the bed, still looking ruffled, and with her tit still out.

“No!” I growled at her. She couldn’t, wouldn’t do this.

But it was Katya, and if she wanted to do something, she would do it.

“Yes.” She smiled at me, licking the corner of her mouth as she fixed her night rail. “Take it as a warning for that little stunt last night.”

I fell back into the bed, hands splayed, with Katya laughing to herself as she went to the bathroom and took a shower.

I was almost there, she’d left me right before I could cum, and now I had to finish myself.

My kitten could put Satan to shame.

By the time I showered, Katya was gone from the suite, and I had to get the day started.

I called Frankie to gather all the managers we had in the city for a meeting.

“No honeymoon?” he asked jokingly, but I was in no mood for that. Not after Katya’s little stunt.

“Cut the crap and get them together.”

I was going to make it clear that none of them would dare to question Katya’s authority. Not if they wanted to live long enough for their Christmas bonuses.

Frankie was laughing when I cut the call.