Married to the mafia boss Series

Angelo

The sun is setting by the time I wake up from my nap. The pink, purple, and orange colors painted in the sky makes the window look like a portrait.

I stretch my arms out and wrap them around Anastasia, who sometime during our nap has rolled over to the other side. I take her back in grasp slowly waking her with my kisses. I’ve missed the taste and feel of her. My body is so desperate to have her that I can’t think of anything else.

Crawling over her I press my body into hers. She rolls her hips and I moan against her neck. I gently suck and bite her leaving my mark on her unblemished skin. I can feel her nails leaving half moon shapes on my back. Her mouth is parted, sighing in content. She’s so beautiful. I stick my hands up her shirt cupping her breasts. If we don’t get out of these clothes soon I’m going to explode.

I kiss her, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth as I pull back slightly to unbutton my shirt. She helps me get the shirt off my shoulders and onto the floor. She lights up as her hands find my chest and she gently skims her finger across all my scars. I help her out of her sweater and bra next. I bring my mouth to her puckered nipple and suck on it. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling and yanking. My hand finds the button of her jeans undoing it along with her zipper. She shimmies out of them leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

“You’re mine,” I claim before pulling us in for another kiss.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I place my hand on her stomach slowly moving it up between her breasts and resting it on her neck. I put some pressure on my grasp and she moans. Her eyes glazing over with lust. We both won’t last long until we are naked and together.

Anastasia undoes my pants shoving them down to my ankles, I kick out of them and my boxers. I’m already painfully hard for her. I crawl lower to pull her underwear down. I let my finger trail over the material before ripping them off her. I can feel his wet she is. I pull the crotch of her underwear to the side and stick a finger inside of her. She squirms below me gasping and moaning. I insert another finger and tease and play in her wet warmth.

She sounds breathless, her hands desperately grabbing the sheets trying to hold on. I don’t want her to hold on, I want her to let go. I bring my mouth over her clit and suckled until her walls spasm on my fingers. Her orgasm a powerful force as her thighs nearly crush my head. I don’t stop thrusting my fingers or lapping my tongue on her most sensitive area until her release subsided and she is finally able to catch her breath once more.

That’s when I pull her underwear off and insert my entire length inside of her. I am throbbing as I bury myself to the hilt, her walls clenching and milking me. My balls tighten and I have to force myself to calm down so I don’t embarrass myself. I want this to last as long as possible.

I lean my elbows on either side of her head. I lower my body until it is pressed against hers. I put some of my weight on my elbows so I don’t crush her. My head is level with hers, our eyes never breaking contact. She nods her head, trusting me. I pull out slowly only to slam back in. I repeat this motion occasionally getting carried away, going to fast and desperate. I force myself to slow down again. Our tongues dance as my body rocks against hers. The air around us is warm from our heavy breathing and sweat beads down both of our foreheads.

We’re both too far gone. We are slaves to each other’s body. Nothing in the world matters except for her. I will do anything to please her and I will never let her go. I will never not fight for her. She makes leaving everything behind worth it.

My eyes are starting to blur as I teeter on the edge of oblivion. I bring my hand down between us circling my finger to push her over the edge before me. She cries out, her body milking me completely as the sensations sends a tingle up my spine. I release all I have inside of her. I bury my head in the crook of her shoulder, moaning and groaning into her sweet vanilla scented neck. I hold her hips getting us close together as my quaking orgasm slowly calms.

I’m dizzy with endorphins. Once again spent and exhausted but at the same time ready to take her again. Anastasia is gloriously naked, damp with sweat, and coated with love bites all over her neck and breasts.

“I think I love you,” she signs with her eyes closed.

My heart skips a beat. Even though we are far from being safe and everything could go to shit in a split second, things feel right. I kiss her forehead and gather her in my arms letting her rest on my chest. She leaves a kiss on my heart, pressing her ear to my chest. I wonder if she can feel the vibrations of my heart rate. I wonder if she can tell how fast she makes my heart race.

Our stomachs start to rumble and we dress just in time for dinner. Nico is sitting down by himself eating and drinking wine.

“Want a glass?” He asks me.

I smile. “Yes, please.” I definitely need a drink after a day like today.

“It’s about time you two stopped fucking and came downstairs,” his bluntness catches me off guard. I’m glad Anastasia can’t hear it or else she’d be mortified. “I need pictures of both of you for your passports.”

“And then?”

“Then give me a few hours and I say you’ll be on tomorrow night’s flight to wherever the hell you want tomorrow.”

I sigh with relief. “Thank you.”

“I know you’ve said so three times,” he smiles. “You and your lady will officially be known as Mason and Jessica Severide.”

I refrain from saying thank you a fourth time. I hold up my glass, “Cheers,” we clink and sip our wine.

Nico’s cook brings out two plates for Anastasia and I. She’s so hungry she digs in right away. Chicken Parmesian, it’s not like my mother’s, but still fantastic.

“Where are you two headed anyways?”

I shrug. “Wherever we want.”

“I can’t imagine. I envy you, Angelo Ricci.”

I raise my eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“New York City was not my first choice. I loved Chicago, I hated that I had to come here but eventually I adjusted. Met some women, partied, got familiar with my surroundings, made a lot of money. Life became good,” his unusually happy demeanor falters and for the first time since I’ve met him, he frowns.

“Something happened didn’t it?”

He shakes his head and puts on his smiling facade once more, “I’m envious that you can go anywhere you want in the world. I’d love to pick up and go.”

“And abandon your job?”

“You know just as well as I do that we didn’t necessarily choose this life. We were born into it.”

I do. I know all too well. I look over at Anastasia, so does she. I hold out my hand for her to grab under the table. She takes it and I rub my thumb across the back of her palm is soothing strokes. It’s my way of telling her everything is going to be okay. We’re so close to our freedom.

“Why doesn’t she speak?” He jerks his chin over to Anastasia.

“Deaf.”

His lips curl further into a grin. “Interesting and she understands you?”

“I know sign language.”

“Even more interesting. You know, I like you two.”

“You do?”

“Mhm,” he drops his fork and behinds over to pick it up. That’s when I notice a massive scar on the back of his head going down to the middle of his neck.

“What happened?” I ask politely.

“It’s part of the job,” he shrugs.

“Yeah,” I whisper. That I can understand.

I can tell Nico is like me, we’ve both lost a lot. We both crave a different life than the one given to us at birth. “When did it happen?”

“A few months ago. Don’t tell Arabella, I don’t want her to worry.”

I nod my head. It’s none of my business. After Anastasia and I are on the plane the mafia is no longer my concern. Even though I’m filled with excitement, I’m also filled with dread. My poor sister, she has always looked up to me and I feel doing this I’m abandoning her. Maybe one day I’ll find a way to see her or talk to her.

“Okay you two, picture time!” He springs up from his chair clapping his hands.

Anastasia and I both exchange looks before we follow him into one of the rooms down the hall from the kitchen. It looks like a professional photography studio, white backdrop, expensive camera setup on a tripod and a computer and printer setting on a desk that has a stack of passports on it.

“He’s going to take our photos for our new passports,” I explain to Anastasia. “Just sit on the stool and look straight into the camera. Don’t smile or anything.”

She nods her head. The pictures take less than two minutes to take and a little longer to export into the computer where he’ll print out our new passports. We leave Nico to his work as we decide to retire upstairs. The sun has officially set and the sky now dark. The moon is full and we have a perfect view from our balcony. Anastasia grabs the comforter from the bed and wraps it around us. The New York City air is just as cold as Boston. The sound of traffic makes it feel like home, so do the tall buildings.

A part of me is going to miss Boston but the other part of me is anxious to start my life in Hawaii. I’ll miss the good memories of my childhood with Liliana. I’ll miss the experiences of life I’ve shared with Nario and I’ll miss the penthouse where Anastasia and I fell in love.

“What do you say we take a dip in the hot tub?”

“We don’t have bathing suits,” she tilts her head.

“We don’t need bathing suits,” I strip for the second time today.

Her eyes are glued to what’s hanging proudly between my thighs. I take the top cover of the hot tub off and step in. She watched me carefully a gust of wind blows her hair away from her face. I can tell she’s shivering.

“Come on, it’s warm.”

“Okay,” she signs warily as she strips herself.

I lick my lips ready to take her, but for now I marvel at her body. She is petite, slim but also toned from all the years of training she’s done for ballet. The swell of her breasts are the perfect size for her slender body. Her waist tiny before going into accentuated hips. She rushes into the hot tub shivering and then sighing as she dunks into the hot water all the way down to her neck.

I pull her into me kissing her. “I love you, too.”

She laughs kissing me even deeper. It isn’t long before she straddles my hips, her core touching my growing erection. I line myself up with her entrance and pull her hips down until I’m once again buried inside her.

I cherish every moment I get with her. It baffles me how I ever got on without her. I don’t know how I lived before her. That’s just it, I didn’t. I didn’t truly love until I met her. She makes me feel alive, she heightens my emotions and overwhelms me. She brings me to extreme highs and extreme lows and I wouldn’t change a thing.

She rests on my lap when we’re finished, sated and tired. Her arms wrapped around my neck and mine around her waist. We look out onto the city, the sound of traffic honking below us, the lights in some buildings decorated for Christmas.

“When we get a new home, we will decorate for Christmas.”

“Near the beach?”

“Right on the beach. We can sit on the couch and look at our lit Christmas tree as we watch the waves crash on the shoreline from the window.”

“I’d like that.”

“Me, too,” I kiss her temple.

“My father wanted to marry me off,” her eyes start to water. “To a man I’ve known since I was a child. To an emotionless prick,” she spits, “He said he didn’t care what happened to me as long as I produced a son who could take over when he died.”

I wipe her tears away with the pad of my thumb. “I’ll never let him hurt you again. We will be free from your father. We will be free from all that was expected of us since the second we were born. We can leave it all behind.”

“What if they find us?”

“They won’t,” I shake my adamantly. “And if they do, let me worry about that. I promise to keep you safe, always. Don’t you trust me?”

“I trust you.”