Married to the mafia King

The next morning was… awkward.

I woke up with dappled sunlight shining in through the window.

I opened my eyes a crack and was immediately confused by the unfamiliar surroundings.

Where am I? I thought drowsily

Then memories of the previous night came flooding back.

The hotel

The gunfight

Sergio

And Adriano fucking me.

At that point, my eyes opened wide.

Oh SHIT.

I couldn’t believe I’d done that.

I’d slept with a guy the first night I’d met him

And worst of all, a GANGSTER.

A mafioso.

The type of person I hated because of what they’d done to my father.

But…

Adriano was going to help me find my father.

So…

Was he really a bad guy?

He couldn’t be!

He’d saved my life at the hotel!

More importantly, he’d saved my mother’s life, even though it had cost him with his family.

He was okay…

…right?

I really wanted him to be a good guy, deep down…

Because I really didn’t want to admit to myself I’d slept with a shitty, horrible person.

And…

…if I’m being truthful…

…because it had been the best sex of my life.

I could still feel a pleasant ache inside me, a gentle throbbing between my legs.

It reminded me of him being inside me.

He’d been so big…

And soooooo good.

But…

I couldn’t do that again.

I shouldn’t have done it in the first place.

Not if he was like the assholes who had taken advantage of my father all these years…

And made him and my mother miserable…

And turned Florence into a cesspool of corruption.

I lay there thinking all of this…

And then I realized he was probably in the bed with me.

OH SHIT.

I was still naked, too.

OH SHIT, OH SHIT

I felt like I was in a horror movie again

Except this time the heroine’s life wasn’t in danger.

No…

She just finds herself in the most awkward situation imaginable.

I very, very slowly looked over my shoulder.

My heart was thudding in my chest…

Because I was expecting to find him staring at me with those gorgeous, smoldering eyes.

He’d be naked, too

And he’d already be hard, with his huge, gorgeous cock ready to go.

He’d reach out to touch me

And I wasn’t sure if I would be able to resist him.

It was going to be horrible

I couldn’t escape

But I looked anyway

…and he wasn’t there.

The bed was empty.

I felt relief… and also terrible disappointment.

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I got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom.

Every step I took triggered that pleasant ache between my legs.

I kept remembering how he’d thrust so deep inside me

And made me come so hard

Oh SHIT

I let him come inside me!

I could feel something trickling down my thigh.

His cum

OH SHIT.

I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant. I was on the NuvaRing, which was good for five weeks

But…

You know.

STDs and whatnot.

The only thing was, even though I knew I shouldn’t…

I kind of wanted to feel him come inside me again.

Last night, I had already orgasmed when he started coming.

The noises he’d made…

And the sensation of him spurting inside me…

It had been such a turn-on that it made me immediately climax again.

And even harder.

I was breathing heavily by the time I grasped the bathroom doorknob.

Then I froze.

Oh shit… could he be inside?

I didn’t hear the shower

But that didn’t mean anything.

Maybe he was naked in there.

I was naked.

If he saw me naked, would he get hard?

Or maybe he had morning wood.

Maybe his cock was already stiff

Should I knock?

I probably should

But if I knocked and he said Don’t come in, then I wouldn’t get to see…

And if he really didn’t want me to see, he’d have locked the door.

Right?

So I tried the doorknob.

It turned, and I pushed the door open, my heart beating wildly

…but the bathroom was empty.

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Damn it.

I turned on the water and got into the shower…

But I left the door unlocked.

Just in case he needed something in the bathroom.

Like me.

Sadly, he apparently did not need anything in the bathroom.

Whomp WHOMP.

I quickly cleaned myself up and toweled off.

There were cellophane-wrapped packs of toothbrushes and a tube of toothpaste on the counter, so I brushed my teeth, too.

Then I dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt and walked out of the bedroom.

I immediately smelled freshly brewed espresso.

My heart was thudding nervously in my chest as I walked down the short hallway into the main room

And I stopped breathing.

He was sitting at a small table in the kitchen, scowling over his phone, a cup of coffee next to him.

And he was shirtless.

He was wearing his pants from last night but nothing else.

The morning sunshine on his skin…

The way his hair fell over his forehead…

The way his muscles rippled…

He looked like a male model.

Or a bad boy movie star.

Definitely the hottest guy I had ever seen in the flesh.

Not to mention slept with.

And got multiple orgasms from.

It didn’t help matters that I knew what he was packing under those pants.

And here I was, like a dork, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He glanced up, looked at me and froze.

His eyes roved over my body…

And then he looked into my eyes.

“Good morning,” he said, though he didn’t smile when he said it. His tone was completely neutral.

“Good morning,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. “Any more coffee?”

“No, but I’ll make you some,” he said as he stood up from his chair.

His arms flexed deliciously…

His chest bulged…

And his six-pack was on full display.

Oh my god.

I was already getting wet…

And I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Thank god my sweatpants were black…

“I can get it,” I said as I turned quickly and went over to the espresso machine.

“I don’t think you’ll know how to work it,” he said as he padded over in his bare feet.

That annoyed me. “I think I can figure it out ”

And then I saw the espresso machine.

It was one of those high-end things you see in coffee shops, with a ton of levers and buttons. It probably cost at least $5000.

I had no idea how to work it.

He walked over next to me and reached for a canister next to the machine. “Unless you worked as a barista, I kind of doubt it.”

He was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with me…

And at this distance, I could smell him.

He hadn’t taken a shower yet, and he smelled like sex.

Like me.

Like us.

There was a musky scent of his own that drove me wild…

And I immediately wanted him to bend me over the counter, yank down my sweat pants, and take me.

But he didn’t.

He just opened up the canister and poured some coffee beans into a grinder. “We don’t really have anything good for breakfast.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, trying not to betray how turned on I was by him.

“There’s some protein bars if you’re starving, but I was thinking we could go to a cafe. There’s a good one nearby.”

“Uh-huh…”

“We can talk… about…”

He trailed off.

I glanced over to see what had made him stop.

He was staring down at my chest.

I looked down

And realized my nipples were hard and poking out through the thin material of the t-shirt.

It was a tight t-shirt.

Did I mention that?

And I wasn’t wearing a bra.

I know I didn’t mention that.

While my eyes were looking down, they strayed to his crotch

And I saw that the material of his pants was lifting up…

As something underneath was getting bigger.

Much bigger.

I guess he wasn’t wearing underwear, either, because there was nothing keeping that bulge in check.

I immediately looked up at his face.

He was staring into my eyes.

He was breathing heavier…

And I was, too.

My breasts were basically heaving beneath my t-shirt.

And then…

Just like that…

He grabbed me, kissed me hard… and we fucked right there in the kitchen.