Married to the mafia King

Dario

After the meeting, everyone was supposed to have lunch together but no one could be bothered to keep up the charade of ‘one big happy family.’

Fausto said his goodbyes and promised to pass on any information that came his way. Aurelio just ignored us and got back in the Rolls Royce with his father.

As they drove away, Alessandra looked at me with wide eyes. “Was that… normal?”

I smiled grimly. “Things were different when my father was alive.”

“Although Aurelio was always a little prick,” Adriano said.

“More like a gigantic asshole who has a little prick,” Valentino muttered.

As we made our way to the patio for lunch, Niccolo asked Alessandra, “What did you think?”

“I don’t trust either of them.” She suddenly looked nervous, like she was afraid she shouldn’t have said it out loud. “…not to insult your uncle or cousin…”

“Insult away,” I said. “They did their fair share of insulting us.”

“Why don’t you trust them?” Niccolo asked her.

“Well… I’ve seen a lot of people pass through my father’s cafe. Most have been pleasant, but there are always difficult customers. Aurelio reminds me of the ones who are never satisfied. They walk in the door angry, and nothing you can say or do will win them over. They’re looking for a fight. And Fausto is like the overly friendly man who acts like your best friend to your face, but then you find all the packets of sugar and honey are missing after he’s gone. And he usually shortchanges you on the bill, as well.”

Niccolo burst out laughing, then turned to me. “I don’t think she could have described either of them more perfectly.”

“True,” I agreed.

Alessandra blushed and smiled at the praise.

“I want to discuss something with Dario for a moment,” Niccolo told her. “Go join the others for lunch, and we’ll be there in just a moment.”

She nodded, gave me a smile, and walked off towards the patio.

“What is it?” I asked.

“News came in about that priest and the lowlife at the church,” Niccolo said. “I literally got a text at the end of the meeting.”

“And?”

“Connections to the Oldani family,” Niccolo said.

The Oldanis were the most powerful crime family in Genoa, 150 miles from Florence. They had also employed Umberto Fumagalli, the man Lars had gunned down in Alessandra’s cafe.

“The timing’s suspicious,” I muttered, “coming right after Fausto’s speech about ‘find out who’s behind it all.'”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Normally I would say yes, but the tip came from an old friend who wormed his way into Interpol,” Niccolo said. “Not even Fausto knows about him.”

“So the Genoans are after our territory…”

“The first wolves to show up after Papa’s death, it seems.”

“It still doesn’t explain why their lieutenant was at the cafe that night. Have you spoken to Alessandra’s father since then?”

Niccolo nodded. “I’ve called the cafe twice. He still swears he knows nothing.”

“So either it really was a coincidence…”

“…or the old man’s holding out,” Niccolo finished. “And his secrets are worse than letting his daughter be held captive.”

I shook my head. “What a mess.”

“You should have gotten the truth out of him before you started sleeping with his daughter. Now you’re emotionally involved.”

I scowled at him. “Watch yourself, consigliere.”

“I don’t want to say ‘I told you so’ but I told you so. I don’t think we’ll be beating the truth out of him now.” Niccolo smirked. “After all, Alessandra might object.”

I just glared at him as we joined the others for lunch.

Alessandra

Dario came to me again that night.

By the time he arrived, I was craving him…

Hungering for his touch.

He walked over to the bed where I lay, my heart pounding…

And he bent over, took me in his arms, and kissed me hungrily.

Then he stood up from the bed and ripped off his jacket and shirt.

I watched, entranced, as he revealed his washboard abs… the tattoos covering his chest and shoulders…

But when he began to unbuckle his pants, I couldn’t help myself.

I reached out

Then realized what I had just done and pulled back my hand shyly.

Dario smiled. “Go ahead.”

I sat up on the edge of the bed and slowly pulled his belt out of its loops.

Then, innocently gazing up at him, I unzipped his pants and let them fall around his thighs.

His cock was already jutting up from under his black boxers.

I touched it through the cloth, cupped its thickness in my hand…

And then, licking my lips, I slowly tugged down his underwear.

I had to pull the cloth out far from his body to let his cock spring free.

When it did, it jolted up in the air with a bounce, stiff and hard.

I stared at it, fascinated and lustful…

And slowly took it in my hand.

The skin was feverishly hot but velvety soft.

I looked up at his face.

“Go ahead,” he murmured. “Do whatever you want.”

I held the thick base of his cock in my hand…

And then I leaned forward and kissed it.

Maybe it was stupid or too innocent.

I didn’t know what to do to please him…

But what I did know was I wanted to feel my lips on his cock.

I kissed his swollen head…

Then the underside of his shaft…

And then the side…

Tiny, soft kisses with my eyes closed…

Feeling his scorching heat on my lips…

Smelling his manly scent.

Then I licked him.

Just a tiny, soft, wet stroke of my tongue.

I loved his taste: clean skin and the tiniest bit of salt.

My tongue traced down the side of his cock…

And then I licked him some more underneath.

He threw his head back and groaned…

…so I guess he liked it.

I know I liked it.

I began to lick him up and down like an ice cream cone.

His cock spasmed in my hand, and a dew drop of liquid appeared at the slit in his crown.

I licked that, and it was even saltier.

I put my lips slowly over his tip and got his swollen head all the way in my mouth.

He was big.

It was a lot…

But I loved having him in my mouth.

I felt him pulse bigger for a second, then tasted a bit more saltiness.

I took his cock out of my mouth and began to lick it again

And then he lost control.

He stepped backwards, roughly yanked my negligee up over my head, and then picked me up and tossed me onto the bed.

I cried out in happy surprise.

I liked the feel of him moving me wherever he wanted…

And then he did much, much more.

He quickly shucked off his pants. Then he pried open my legs and was on top of me, kissing my mouth, cupping my breast in his hand.

I was already soaking wet with anticipation.

His cock was already wet from my mouth, so he quickly slid inside me.

I cried out as he entered. He filled me up so rapidly that it took my breath away.

At first it hurt the tiniest bit

But it felt so good the deeper he got…

The thicker his cock became as he sank into me…

That I grabbed his muscular ass and pulled him deeper inside me.

He grunted like an animal and began to thrust.

I cried out as he rocked in and out of me, taking me higher and higher.

He reached one hand underneath me and cupped my ass in his palm

Then began to caress me where not even he had touched me before.

The sensation of him stroking my ass…

While his cock went deeper…

His girth filling me up…

It was too much.

My first orgasm exploded deep inside me.

I cried out and hung onto his neck as he continued to rock inside me…

Every movement varying from shallow to deep.

He surprised me with every thrust. I could never guess how deeply he would go.

He kissed my mouth, my ears, my neck bit me gently

Fondled my breasts and stroked my nipples

And all the time he was rocking in and out of me, making me lose control.

My second orgasm came just a minute after the first.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on to him for dear life.

Time seemed to slow down and then stop completely.

All I know is that waves of pleasure overlapped one another.

One orgasm would trail off…

Then entirely new contractions would send shivers from my head to my toes.

Finally Dario grunted and bellowed

And I felt him come.

It was indescribably hot: the feeling of his cock exploding inside me

Liquid heat spurting deep within me

His weight bearing down on me as he thrust savagely like an animal

Until gradually he slowed down and stopped moving at all.

I held him close with an enormous smile on my face, just enjoying the feel of his body on mine and his still-hard cock deep inside me.

Then he lifted his head and kissed me.

Softly at first…

Then more hungrily…

And without ever getting soft, he began to rock inside me…

And we did it all over again.