Married to the mafia boss Series

CHAPTER THREE

Salvatore

The Dark Odyssey for me is a playground.

I don’t know what to call myself. I’m more than a voyeur. I don’t just like watching people naked or gain sexual pleasure from watching others engaged in sexual activity.

I like sex.

I like watching sex and not because it gets me off. To me it’s an art, a form of

expression. The expression of desire and passion. It’s no different to watching a dance, looking at a painting, or hearing a piece of music.

It’s an expression of fantasy.

Like the other guys, I like wild fantasies and in my club there’s every kind of wild.

Tonight is no different. Not at all. It’s packed as usual.

I always go to my private booth first before I do anything. I have no need to

really be in my office here unless I’m waiting on some paperwork but Nick tends to deal with anything like that. Gabe does the books and I’m tech in every sense.

I come up with the ideas for the attractions. Like the aerial hoops floating around with the acrobats on them having sex. That’s me.

I went to Yale and did a degree in accounting like most of the men in my

family. I also did another honors degree on the side, in computing and technology.

That’s more my thing.

By day, I put these skills to use at Giordanos Inc., the family business. By

night I have a field day.

I got the idea for an exhibitionist box a few months back.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

We’d considered it when we first opened the club but we didn’t want to overdo it. When we first opened up there were a few clubs that did masquerade themed sex parties but not like we did, where the whole setup is exactly that. We have a sex dungeon, themed rooms to explore whatever kind of fantasy you have and then there are the attractions.

I’m proud to say that was totally, a hundred percent my idea, along with the box which from the looks of it is garnering a lot of attention.

I’m looking on now with a smile on my face, probably smiling like an idiot because the couple inside are giving fucking a new meaning.

I didn’t want to have people book it just yet. People have a way of being wary of something new and I wanted the spotlight on my new attraction for a while before some adventurous couple decided to book the box to showcase themselves.

Until then I have those I’ve hired to give a good show.

I’m a crazy bastard too and specifically didn’t want a couple who are already in a relationship. I have six exhibitionists. Three guys and three girls and every night they pair up differently.

Sex is a curious thing that takes time to understand. That first time is always the winner. I don’t mean losing your virginity. I mean the first time you take hold of the wildness of desire coursing through you with a different person.

The only other time that’s comparable to the wild adrenaline of that first time is the first time you truly claim the person you want to be with.

It’s explosive and can only be replicated a few times, especially when you’re starved of being without that person.

The two in the box now… I know just from the way they touch each other and fuck, that they want to do that on the regular.

My attention is all on them as I stare through the clock-shaped archway of my private lounge. Mine is the highest area. It gives me the distraction I need tonight because I’ve been thinking about Mimi all damn day.

This is the first time I’ve allowed a woman to fill my head and make me go soft. That’s dangerous in my world.

I’m the second oldest brother in the Giordano clan. I’m not really involved in the nitty gritty of the business like Vincent is as underboss and capo, but when trouble comes I step up. I step up because I know if something happens to him, the way it did to Frankie, our eldest brother, I have to take the lead.

That’s how it works in our family. Eldest son becomes underboss. He’s first choice. We’re old school cosa nostra so all positions are chosen by my father, the head and don of the Giordano family and the business.

Vincent is currently underboss and capo. That’s how it’s been for years since Frankie’s death. That’s how Pa likes to keep it, especially since Frankie’s death shook us deep to the core. He likes to keep me out of trouble, but I don’t think he can keep it that way forever.

We’re Giordanos and something is always going on that calls for us to watch our backs. Giordanos Inc. is a shipping company with the headquarters here in Chicago and ports in New York, New Jersey and Washington. On the face of it our office is based at the docks and delivers goods and services globally calling at five hundred ports on two hundred trade routes annually.

We bring in billions. Mostly money we keep because the accounts team aka me and mine are so good at shifting the dollars around to make the books look good.

That’s the face of it but what happens beyond that is so much more. Beyond that is darkness and danger from enemies who think we have too much power. Those who want in on our business, or try to tear us down. There’s always a threat lurking in the shadows.

So I have no excuse to go soft.

When I’m with her though… damn it’s something else that surpasses obsession.

Through the low hum of music that filters up from the ground floor I can pick apart sounds.

Like how I can tell the footsteps approaching me now are my babygirl’s.

I lower my cigar and turn my head to see her and fuck, damn, fuck does she look like she just stepped out of one of my fantasies.

My latest one is taking her in the fucking exhibition box so everybody can see she’s mine.

The doll is wearing black just as I requested. A black baby doll negligee that hugs her massive breasts and takes my attention straight to the deep valley of her cleavage.

Her hair is down like it was this morning and the gloss on her lips makes me want to lick it off her mouth. I dare not imagine that mouth on my cock.

I put out my cigar and set it down on the ashtray. There’s only one thing I want to come from her mouth tonight and that’s a yes to my offer.

“Still watching?” she asks, slipping off her mask.

I give her an easy smile. “Don’t I always?”

“Yes. I can’t help but wonder sometimes though…” As she walks the material floats around her perfectly sexy hips that sway as she glides closer.

My gaze rakes over her boldly. She’s totally wearing fuck me heels. She stops just in front of me and the top of her head stops at my shoulder.

I lean in and give her the habitual kiss on her cheek, but instead of moving away I linger and take in the sweet perfumed scent of her.

“What do you wonder, Babygirl?” I give her a partial smile.

“They all want you.” Her usually vibrant eyes cloud with suspicion.

“Who does?’ I smile and act like I don’t know what she’s saying, but I do.

“The women here. Especially the fuck toys you hired,” she fills in.

I know this girl, made her, she’s like me. When she has a problem she speaks her mind in riddles, like what she said just now.

“Fuck toys… Babygirl? Don’t know what you mean. I hired you and we aren’t fucking. All we do is sit around like an old boring couple, eating Cheetos and playing poker.” I smirk.

She giggles and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.

There’s a lot people don’t know about me. I have a temper on me that could go off at any time. She, however, calms me. She calms me down and I don’t even know if she knows.

I slip my arm around her waist and take her hand as the music changes to something subtle. It’s barely audible up here, but it’s loud enough for me to dance with my girl.

Her cheeks flush when I pull her close. I just look at her, gazing deep into her eyes so she knows the rules change tonight.

I’m glad when she presses her dainty hands to my chest and sways with me.

I lean close to her ear, inhaling the gorgeous scent of her I want to get lost in but I steady my thoughts so I can continue this riddle-filled conversation we’re half having.

“Why the mention of fuck toys, Babygirl?” I ask. She wouldn’t mention it if there wasn’t something on her mind. I’m also noticing how we’re not talking about the thing I want to talk about the most. What’s her answer? “You know if there’s something you want to ask me you should just ask.”

“I have nothing,” she answers, her voice a mixture of reservation and what sounds to me like angst.

I know her, and she’s the kind of woman you have to fill in the blanks with, when you know what she wants to say but she’s not saying it.

“I haven’t been with anyone in nine months,” I mutter once again close to her ear. She pulls away slightly so she can gaze up into my eyes. “That’s what’s on your mind isn’t it? There’s the answer.” I’m guessing the question from the mention of fuck toys is that she wants to know who I’ve been with. If she was anybody else I wouldn’t answer it.

“Why?” She gives me a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “You should hear the girls talk in the dressing room. Scheming for one of the last Giordano bachelors. Planning all the ways they can entice you into their beds, planning on who can look the part. Your type.” She runs her fingers over my chest light and smooth. “Then there’s the others who’ve had you. Lucky things.”

“Lucky things, baby?”

“You know the kind. The ones you boys used to always talk about all the time while little Mimi took orders on what you want to dress your dolls in. Heels and lace for Nick, red for Christian, satin for Georgiou, silk for Gabe, yellow for…you… Salvatore.”

Something’s off and I can’t quite tell what it is. It’s not that she doesn’t want to be with me, there’s more she’s not saying.

I catch her face, her beautiful doll-like face. It’s funny how the years have flown by. I met her when she was four and I thought she looked like some kind of magical creature with that curly honey hair and her little face.

She’s beautiful and she’s mine.

Once again I’m taking that step and it’s the kind of step that will leave nothing up for questions.

When I dip my head and move closer to her lips I leave no room for questions on what I want. I press my forehead to hers.

“You look good in yellow, you look good in black, you look good in everything. I know what you look like but I want to taste you.”

“Taste … me?”

“Everywhere.”

I move closer and my lips brush over hers. The slight touch over her plump lips sends a blast through me and I can’t hold back. I slip my hand through her hair and pull her to me, pressing her against my mouth and she comes willingly.

She tastes like honey and sex. She tastes so damn good I want to devour her and leave nothing behind. She kisses me back with reckless abandon, giving me the same wild kiss I give her, her hot wet tongue swooping into my mouth, tangling with mine.

Every night we dance like devils, except we wear masks.

Every night a different one.

Dancing on the edge.

Dancing with danger.

Me and her, for years.

Not tonight though. There are no masks tonight.

No masks of friendship, just raw desire.

Want, need and taking.

I’ve allowed her to think she doesn’t already belong to me.

Time to claim her.

Possess her, dominate her, own her.

Heart. Body. Mind. Soul.

I want all of it. Every piece of her.

And, I will have it.

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