Married to the Mafia Boss

Dominic

I come downstairs, dressed in jeans and a tight-fitting button-up shirt, to find Sofia waiting for me. She’s wearing a very short, very tight red strapless dress. She has gorgeous black heels on, and as I come closer, I can smell her perfume, which nearly sends my body into shock.

I stare at her for a moment before she says, “What? Are you surprised I clean up well?”

I give a slight cough. “No, I just…you look really nice.”

She blushes and picks up her thin-strapped red bag that matches her outfit. “I’m ready just to let loose and party.”

“We still need to be careful,” I warn her. “It’s not safe.”

“I thought La Club belonged to your family,” she says, and I nod.

I say, “It does, but I don’t think I should drink tonight.”

She smirks. “I don’t think Arianna will give you much choice.”

I know she’s right, but I won’t admit out loud that my baby sister has a certain hold over me. I’ve always had a soft spot for her, born ten years after me. I’ve always done what she wants to keep her happy.

I open the door. “Ladies first,” I comment.

Sofia walks out and toward my car. Two guards are waiting for us. I’ve opted for them to drive us tonight, just in case. I open the back door for Sofia and let her slide in and to the other side of the car before I get in, shutting the door behind me.

As we join the traffic, I keep an eye out for anyone who might be following us. Sofia puts a hand on my arm. “Relax. Tonight is about letting go.”

I look at her and snort. “I don’t know how to relax, and I don’t think people really like me when I do.”

“Why’s that?” she asks.

I shrug. “I don’t get invited out a lot, so I assume they don’t.”

She smiles. “Maybe it’s because you’re intimidating. I’ll see what you’re like tonight and let you know if you’re better or worse.”

I don’t know why but that makes me a little nervous, as though I have something to prove.

The driver pulls up to the entrance of La Club, and I get out, holding a hand out for Sofia to help her out. Two guards flank us as the bouncer removes the rope blocking the entrance. “Your sister is at the bar near the office.”

I nod to him and place my hand lightly on Sofia’s back, guiding her in the correct direction slowly through the club. She’s looking around, and she seems fascinated. I don’t really think La Club is that glamorous, but it is popular, so it’s busy.

I see Arianna standing at the bar with Carmine, one of our mercenaries, and I frown. I didn’t know he was assigned to protect her.

Sofia taps Arianna on the shoulder. “Hey!” she shouts over the music. “We’re here.’

“Sofia!” Arianna squeals and hugs her. Clearly, she’s started the party early. “Time for shots.” She waves down the bartender, who comes to help her immediately. “Eight shots of tequila, please.”

I groan. I hate tequila. I can drink it, but I hate the aftertaste it leaves. Arianna dances to the music and grins at Sofia. “Do you like the club? What do you want to drink?”

Sofia looks around. “A cocktail, maybe a long island iced tea.”

Arianna looks at me, scoffs then turns back to the bartender who is lining up shots. “Two high-end whiskeys, two long island iced teas.”

Once the shots are poured, he leaves to get our drinks. Arianna hands us each two shots, then holds her own. “To new friends, old friends, and great friends.”

We clink the glasses, spilling some tequila, then throw back one shot after another. I smack my lips and shake my head, argh.

I tap the glasses on the bar and then leave them there. Sofia looks at us as Arianna does the same. “Why do you tap them?”

“Good luck or something stupid,” I say as the bartender sets down the drinks. Arianna hands Carmine and me a whiskey, then passes Sofia a long island iced tea before declaring, “To the dance floor.”

The night blurs together the more we drink, and I feel unsteady on my feet. We dance a lot, and I’m sweaty and gross after a couple of hours. A high-beat song comes on, and I hold my hands up. “I need a break.”

I ignore Arianna’s protests and head toward the office where I know there’ll be air conditioning. I don’t realize until I reach it that Sofia has followed me. I turn to her, and she says, “I just need some fresh air.”

“Come on.” I lead her into the office and shut the door, sighing as the cool air envelopes us.

Sofia grins at me with a silly smile before she rests her head on my chest. “I feel a bit drunk.”

“You are a bit drunk,” I tease, chuckling. I’m not entirely sure I can control myself right now. I put an arm around her and place my hand on her round ass.

“Are you groping me?” she asks, looking up at me through heavy-lidded eyes.

I think about it for a moment before shrugging. “Maybe. Why? Don’t you like it?”

She reaches down and cups my dick. “Maybe I do or maybe I don’t, but I can get payback.”

My dick grows stiff as she rubs it slightly. I wonder to myself what we are doing and I know we should stop. We’re not in control right now of what we are doing. I can’t remember why but I’m sure she irritates me. But I look down and see her cleavage, and I groan, my balls feeling tight.

I grab her and pull her against me, kissing her hungrily. I grind against her, causing her dress to ride up slightly. I reach down and touch her through her panties, she’s already wet. She moans a little into my mouth as my fingers teasingly search for her clit.

I pause and pull away, putting my hands on her hips I walk her backwards towards the desk. It’s a bit more of a drunken stumble. Once her ass hits the desk, I press myself against her, my stiff cock straining in my pants. She grinds against me as well and then she puts her hands on my chest and turns me so I’m against the desk. She unbuckles my pants and slides them down. She hitches her dress up higher and sinks to her knees and knowing what she’s about to do, I look down at her.

She pulls my briefs down to free my dick and then takes it in her hands, stroking it slowly. I groan, she looks up at me as she licks the tip and the lust I see in her eyes drives me wild. She swallows my cock and takes as much as she can without gagging, then she bobs her head up and down, up and down. I grab a fistful of her hair and move my hips, moving a bit quicker. She puts her hands on my hips to slow me down and I reluctantly do so.

Her mouth enveloping me is warm, wet and wonderful. She is an expert with her tongue, and when she pulls off to catch her breath she strokes me steadily.

I hold out my hand and pull her up, I whirl her around and against the desk, “I’m going to fuck the defiance out of you,” I growl.

She looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes and then slowly she hooks her fingers into her panties and pulls them down, kicking them off. She slides onto the desk and spreads her legs, “Promises, promises…” she says, licking her lips.

I sway slightly as I kneel down, I sloppily kiss her inner thigh, then I nip it. I grin as she whines for me to hurry. I nip her skin again, caressing her other thighs with my hands.

I lower myself to her neatly trimmed pussy and kiss the top softly, then I probe with my tongue and I feel that she wants to tighten her legs with my head in the middle. I hold her legs with strong hands, keeping them open. I kiss and probe again, lazily sliding my tongue between her folds to taste her wet juicy hole. I lick through her lips once, twice, then I bury my tongue inside of her, making a rudimentary noise as I thrash it about quickly, flicking it and teasing her. I keep my tongue inside of her and shake my head from side to side, letting out an animal sound. She bucks slightly and still I hold her.

I suck her clit, pinching it very softly between my teeth before sucking it again. She cries out and she tries to stifle it, but I’m sure if someone was passing close to the door they would have heard it. Her hand finds my hair and grips it tightly, holding me, burying me deep in her wet pussy.

I dive back into her with my tongue, then out, then in… creating a motion that has her rocking her hips for more. She lets go of my hair and I slowly get to my feet, licking my lips.

I put two of my fingers to her lips, “suck.”

She sucks on my two fingers, flicking her tongue around them. I won’t like, watching her tongue play with my fingers just makes my hardon rage more. I pull my fingers away, slick with her spit, and I lower my hand to her mound. I rub up and down, sliding my fingers between her lips to get her ready. She moves her hips against my fingers, biting her lower lip seductively.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I push my index and middle finger into her slowly, moving them in and out. I also thumb her clit, I can see I’m driving her wild and I’m loving it. My fingers get slick with her juices and I pull them out and lick them, “Hmmm, delicious.”

I grab her hips and position myself, I rub against her, groaning.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I murmur, leaning down so I’m close to her ear, “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you so bad,” Sofia whimpers, “Please.”

I know it’s the alcohol, but I haven’t felt this on fire in a long time. There’s a burning heat that wants to escape my body and into hers. I push into her slowly, then I pull out until just the tip is inside. I repeat the action a few times. Then I slowly push inside of her again, burying myself to the hilt, my balls slapping against her skin. I start to move steadily, not hard and not fast, but steadily. She groans and tries to move her hips with me. I hold her hips, “No” is all I choke out as I move a little harder. I move a bit faster and I watch as her eyes flutter closed in pleasure. I lean over her as I move, kissing her neck hungrily. She bites into my shoulder and groans, using my body to stifle a louder cry. I rest my head in the crook of her neck, we’re both starting to sweat, not caring at all.

I pull out of her and pull her off the desk. I pull her towards me then turn her around, “Hold onto the desk,” I say.

She leans on her elbows on the desk and I bend my knees slightly, I hold my dick in my hand at the base and slowly guide myself back into her. She groans out, tipping her head back. I grip her hair, not too hard but with a bit of a tug, and I start to move my hips quickly. The sound of our skin slapping together is loud enough that I can hear it even with the music. She whimpers and I move harder, letting go of her hair. I wrap an arm around her hip and tease her swollen clit and she clenches around me.

I give a gruff groan and slam into her once, almost, twice, almost, on the third time I stay buried in her as I come.

I wait there, standing straight with my dick buried in her.

“Wait,” she breathes, reaching between her legs. I know she’s playing with herself, and she groans. I lean on her and yank her dressed down, my hands go around and tease her nipples as her fingers work faster. She’s rocking against me, not sure which is more pleasurable.

I grunt as I grope her breasts roughly and she pressed back against me, crying out weakly and almost buckling as she chases her own orgasm.

I hold her, so she doesn’t fall.

There’s a knock at the door, and we quickly separate to fix our clothes as I yell, “One second.”

There’s a giggle behind the door, and I know it’s Arianna. I can’t meet Sofia’s eyes as I make sure we’re both dressed properly, and I head out of the office, knowing my sister will make fun of me for this.