Married to the mafia boss Series

Anastasia

I don’t forget that Angelo ignored my question.

He doesn’t think we have a chance at living like this everyday for the rest of our lives. Sometimes being with him it’s easy to forget the outside world and forget our circumstances. It’s easy to forget he’s apart of the Mafia and me the Bratva.

I’m almost glad he didn’t lie. Glad he didn’t look me in the eyes and tell me yes. I know the answer, I know the sad truth, yet a piece of me is holding onto hope. Hope that there is some way around the life that has already been built for us since the day we were born. Some way to change our course and make it our own. To be able to have the freedom of choice.

I let Angelo distract me with his mouth.

He pulls back, lips swollen and red. “You want to try one of those new things?”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Nervously, I nod my head. I let him be in control as he slowly strips himself. My mouth going dry as I take in the muscles on his chest and arms. I analyze the tattoos on his body never paying them any mind before. They tell a story on his body. Beneath the black ink I can see scars, bullet wounds and stab marks. I bring my fingers to his chest and trace the designs, tenderly giving him all my attention and affection.

His muscles flex underneath me but his gaze is fixed on mine as his pants come off next. He’s marvelous. He’s beautifully sculpted. The organ hanging between his legs is long and heavy. I stare long enough to watch it twitch. The smirk on Angelo is one of pride, like he’s knows how impressive he is. I don’t have anyone to compare with, but I know he’s not like other men.

I try to gain enough confidence to try something I’m curious of. He looks silken and smooth and I long to touch and see how it feels in my hands and in my mouth.

Standing on my knees face-to-face with Angelo I put my hands on his shoulders and gently push him down until he is lying flat on his back. He doesn’t protest as he lets me explore and continue to build my confidence and dominance in bed.

I kneel between his legs, sitting on the back of my heels. My hands rest on his powerful thighs. Angelo’s breathing has become heavy and he watches me eagerly with a parted mouth. I take a deep breath as I take my time moving up his thigh until I’m so close.

Curiosity causes me to overcome my shyness as I take him in my fist. I nearly wince at how hot and hard he feels. The skin does feel like silk and I feel it throb anxiously awaiting my next move. I move my hand up and down on him, Angelo closes his eyes as his body begins to shudder. His hips thrust up slightly causing more movement in my hand. I keep the motion up, stroking at my own pace. A slow pace which is likely torturous for him. He has to control his impatience, he bites down on his lips and the thrusting of his hips is more of a wiggling and slight bucking.

With Angelo’s eyes shut I feel my confidence grow a bit more, I lean down so my mouth is level with his tip. I can see clear liquid beading out. I stick out my tongue and lick it up. Angelo violently sits up as if my movements hurt him. I pull back afraid that I’ve done something wrong.

“Sorry,” his chest is heaving and he’s sweating. “I just wasn’t prepared.”

“Do you want me to continue?” I chew on my bottom lip.

“Fuck yes.”

This time Angelo watches as I lean down. I feel nervous that I’m not doing this right. The last thing I want is to make a fool of myself. Even though Svetlana and Tatiana are daughters of Bratva soldiers they’ve always been more rebellious. Of course they could be, they weren’t under strict orders of the Pakhan-my father. Svetlana was the first of us to lose her virginity in high school, after that she added quite a few notches on her belt. Tatiana followed soon after and it seemed after that all they could talk about was hooking up with boys at parties and how many dicks they’ve sucked, the biggest they’ve seen or had.

I was always quiet during those conversations. I was always the Virgin Anastasia and they talked to me as if not having the experience of sucking dick or having sex was weird or unheard of. They made me feel like I was an outsider. Yet they continued to talk of their escapades and I continued my focus on ballet.

My mouth parts as I take just the tip of Angelo in my mouth. I’m hyper aware of my teeth making sure they don’t graze or hurt him. My tongue explores him before I try hollowing out my cheeks and sucking on him. I let my mouth slip further down on him taking him as much as my gag reflex will allow. I can barely get half of him in my mouth before I start pulling back and sucking him back in. I repeat this motion until Angelo wraps his hands tightly around my hair.

He tugs slightly and I look up at him. His eyes burn with intense, heated passion and I can’t look away. His hips thrust into me and I gag, shocking me slightly, but then he stops.

I keep up a rhythm enjoying myself and losing track of time. I pull him out of my mouth to explore him in other ways. I grab the base of his duck as I let my tongue roam the length. I leave kisses on his tip and everywhere else doing whatever I have the urge to do. It’s not long before Angelo pulls back unable to take anymore.

“If you keep this up I’m going to come.”

“So?”

“I’d rather come inside you,” he grabs my waist and pulls me so I’m straddling his hips. He leans over and grabs a condom in his drawer. I take the packet from him wanting to put it on him myself.

I reach below me and put the condom over his velvet length. Again, I’m too nervous to act so bold and take control, but I know in this position I’ll have more control than the last time he took me. I’m still sore from our first time. There was a pinch and nagging pain, but it subsided with pleasure and the pleasure is all I can think about again. The orgasm he gave me was an out of body experience. It felt like I was floating. It felt as though I had reached nirvana. It’s something I never want to go a day without experiencing again.

I’m greedy for more with him.

He lifts me slightly, angling himself to my entrance. Once I feel his tip, he starts to pull me down, impaling me onto him. He goes slow but I’m anxious to have him all inside of me. I bite back a moan as my nails dig into his chest. My thighs tremble with restraint and then, I’m seated on top of him.

“Rock your hips,” he instructs me.

I do as I’m told and the friction feels like too much. My muscles feel weak and the movement feels so good. He takes my hands in his helping me stay up. I close my eyes and focus on my movements. The faster I go the more I seem to tremble, my body threatens to topple over on him. As if Angelo can sense that he pulls me to his body and hold me there, he digs his heels into the bed and thrusts up.

He takes complete control and my body rewards him with an earth-shattering orgasm. My walls constrict and milk him for all he’s got. I’m moaning in his ear as he pistons in and out of my so quick that I become dizzy and feverish.

With one last thrust he seats himself deep inside me and releases all he’s got. I am puddy on top of him. I am sated, sore, and exhausted. We don’t move for a long time trying to recover and regain our energy.

I don’t know who falls asleep first, but when I gain consciousness he is asleep, we’re in each other’s arms. I stay awake long enough to kiss his nose before closing my eyes to resume my dreaming.

***

I wake up the next morning. The clock next to me reads nine o’clock. I rub my eyes and reach over to feel Angelo’s side empty. I scan the room to see where he could be. I notice the bathroom door is halfway shut. From the crack, I can see steam. He must be taking a shower.

I’m much too excited for today, for Angelo’s promises. I can’t wait to go out and look at the decorations. I have a million ideas racing through my mind on how I want the penthouse to look.

I stretch my aching muscles. I can’t keep the smile off my face. Grabbing the pillow on Angelo’s side I can still smell him. If there is one thing I will never forget it is his cologne-the fresh smell of bergamot.

On the bedside table his phone moves, probably from the vibrations. When I lean over I see he’s getting a slew of text messages from Antonio. I pick up his phone inquisitive as to what is so urgent.

Antonio: Remember tonight at 3 am, the warehouse in South End. Bring the girl unharmed. You’ll do the swap there. I’ve already contacted the men who are going to go with you for protection. You’re gaining the entire East side of Boston.

Antonio: After the deal you’ll take your men to the East side. They’ll guard it for the next few days to make sure no Bratva bastards change their mind.

Antonio: If you pull any shit Thursday they will kill you. Don’t fuck up the swap.

Antonio: The Mafia comes first.

Antonio: She’s just a girl. Don’t let her ruin your life.

I drop the phone in horror. The swap? The girl? He means me?

But today we were going to decorate his house. There must be some kind of mistake.

He can’t mean that Angelo is going to give me back to my father. No, not after everything I’ve told him. Not after everything we’ve been through.

Angelo stands in the threshold of the bathroom door. A white towel is wrapped around his waist as he rubs his hair dry with another. Tears fill my eyes as I stand up from the bed taking the cover with me to shield my naked body.

“I thought things were different between us.”

Angelo frowns taking a careful step toward me. “What’s going on?”

“I thought that we could be happy together. That maybe you’ve changed your mind. I guess I’m just stupid and naive to think so,” I run my hands through my hair. “Was sex all you wanted? Now that you’ve had me you’re done with me? Like I was some conquest?”

“Anastasia, what are you talking about?” He furrows his eyebrows.

“This,” I throw his phone at him.

He catches it in one hand and reads the messages from his brother in law. His jaw ticks and his confused expression turns into an angry one. He’s quiet.

“Say something!” I sign harshly.

“You knew you’d have to go back sometime.”

“No!” Tears continuously run down my face. “No, I didn’t think you would. I thought after everything you’d keep me. You’d find some way to be with me. I thought you wanted to be with me just as much as I want to be with you,” I slump my shoulders in defeat. “After everything I confided in you and you’re still going to give me back to him?”

“I have no choice.”

“Bullshit!” My hands are shaking. “I can’t believe I was so foolish. You’re my kidnapper and here I thought… I thought you were different. You’re not. All Mafia men are the same. You’re no better than your father.”

His fists clench and he charges toward me. He’s inches from my face and I hate how I cower. “Don’t you ever fucking say that again. I am not like him!”

“I won’t ever say it again because I’m never going to say anything to you ever again. You’re going to give me back tonight and then we never have to see each other again.”

“Anastasia,” he grabs my wrist.

I slap him hard across his face. I will not cower again. I hate him.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Yes you do or else you would’ve stopped this all from happening.”

“We have no choice!”

“Not anymore we don’t,” I walk away from him. I need time to think away from him. I need to gather my thoughts and emotions before I have a complete breakdown.