Married to the mafia King

I stood outside his bedroom for almost 30 seconds before I found the courage to knock on the closed door.

More like gentle rapping, really.

Actually, just the faintest tap.

There wasn’t any answer, so I turned to go

“Come in,” Dario’s voice said from within.

I winced.

Oh no…

When I opened the door and walked in, I felt like I was wearing lead boots.

Then I gasped.

Dario was leaning over his desk, looking at something on a laptop.

He had on dark slacks

But the rest of him was naked.

His skin was still damp from the shower. Droplets of water traced the curves of his muscles, and his wet hair hung in strands across his forehead.

He looked up, saw me, and his mood darkened.

“Close the door,” he ordered.

I shut it with a trembling hand.

He stood up and walked over to me.

His massive chest rippled, and his abs cast shadows from the bright light of the windows.

He had all sorts of tattoos: black swirling patterns, guns, skulls, phrases in Italian like ‘Family Above All.’

They seemed dangerous… mysterious… and I stared at them in wonder.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Well… actually, I was staring at his gorgeous body, and the tattoos just happened to be there.

He stopped right in front of me and looked down. Even in his bare feet, he towered above me.

“You came into my room earlier,” he said.

It wasn’t a question.

“…yes,” I admitted.

“What did Niccolo tell you about the eastern wing of the second floor?”

“But Caterina was going to deliver your breakfast, and she was busy,” I lied, “and she wanted me to help her ”

Dario put up a hand. I stopped talking immediately.

“What did Niccolo tell you about the eastern wing of the second floor?”

I cast my eyes down at the floor. “…not to come here.”

“And yet you did.”

“…yes.”

“And then you looked in at me while I was in the shower.”

My eyes flew up to his face in a panic.

He was staring at me angrily.

“…yes,” I whispered and looked back down at the floor.

“Do you do that a lot? Spy on people?”

“No,” I protested, even as I guiltily thought of Caterina and Valentino the other day.

Dario grabbed my chin roughly and lifted my face. “Look at me.”

I stared into his dark eyes. I could barely breathe.

“You watched me while I was naked,” he said.

I bit my lower lip and nodded mutely.

“Then I think it’s only fair I see you naked,” he said.

My eyes grew wide. “Dario ”

“DON Rosolini to you.”

“…Don… Rosolini…”

“Yes?”

“Please… I don’t…”

“It wasn’t a question,” he said, his voice deep and smoky.

My heart was thudding in my chest…

My face felt scorching hot…

And between my legs, I felt the same throbbing desire as last night.

But I just stood there staring into his eyes.

He kept his right hand on my chin, forcing me to look up at him…

And with his left hand, he started to undo the buttons that went down the front of my dress.

“No,” I whispered.

“You said that last night,” he growled. “Did it change anything?”

I didn’t answer.

I just kept staring into his eyes like I was hypnotized.

One button was already undone, down to my collarbone.

I felt him do the next…

Then the next…

Until his knuckles grazed my breast.

I drew in a sharp breath.

He continued to undo the buttons one by one until the front of my dress was slightly open all the way to my stomach.

Then he gently slid my dress off my left shoulder.

“Please, don’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He ignored me and slipped the cloth off my right shoulder.

My dress dropped into a pile at my feet.

I didn’t have a bra on, only my panties…

So I was standing there almost completely naked before him.

I closed my eyes.

My entire body was on fire… and yet I wanted to be consumed by it.

His hand left my face, and suddenly I felt his rough fingers on my back…

Tracing my spine…

Down to my ass.

His fingers grasped my panties and slid them down my thighs.

As he did it, his body touched me

His hot, damp skin brushing against mine

His hard muscles pressing against my breasts.

I moaned as I felt him…

And wanted to feel so much more.

Seconds later, his lips were on mine.

Soft…

Sensual…

And as he kissed me, his hands touched me everywhere.

All over my body.

Gliding down my arms…

Caressing my back…

Cupping my ass…

One hand gently stroking my right breast…

Making my firm nipple even harder…

And then gliding down to the thatch of hair between my legs.

I felt drunk…

Swooning…

And I lifted my hands for the first time to touch him.

I could only touch him because my eyes were closed. That way I didn’t have to watch myself sin.

My fingers glided over his massive shoulders…

The rippling muscles of his back…

I even traced my fingers across his rock-hard abs.

Then he pressed himself against me, and I felt something hard.

I broke off from the kiss so I could look down.

Inside his pants, his…

His cock…

Was huge and stiff as it jutted at an angle to the side.

My jaw dropped open as I stared at it.

No matter how big his cock had looked when it was dangling in the shower, it was so much bigger now, even though it was still hidden beneath his slacks.

So THAT was what Cat meant about it getting hard…

I reached out a trembling hand and touched it…

Cupped it with my palm…

Ran my fingers down the length of it…

Held it tight in my grasp.

I could feel the heat of it radiating through the cloth.

Dario groaned

And then suddenly he picked me up and swept me off my feet.

One arm supported my back, while the other was under the bend of my knees.

I cried out in surprise.

Before I knew it, he had walked over to the bed and thrown me down on the silken sheets.

Their touch on my naked skin felt delicious.

I also couldn’t believe how good it felt to be picked up by a strong man and tossed like it was nothing.

But when I looked at Dario’s face, I was frightened

Because he seemed absolutely insane with desire.

He loomed over me

And then suddenly he lowered his head between my legs.

I gasped as I felt his beard along the inside of my legs

And then he kissed the lips of my pussy.

I groaned and closed my eyes.

It felt so good

And then it got ten times better.

He began to lick me… my legs at first, and then my lips…

And finally the hot little button of pleasure he had touched last night.

My clit…

His tongue circled it gently.

“OH MY GOD,” I cried out as I grabbed his head and gripped his wet hair with my fingers.

He licked me so softly, so sweetly

His hot tongue wet against my clit

And then the pressure built like it had last night.

Faster, firmer, hotter, wetter

And I began to come.

My back arched as the first waves of pleasure rolled through me from head to toe.