Page 85 of Mafia King's Bride

DMITRI

“What’re you doing here?” I ask, unable to suppress the smile that spreads across my face as Ana appears in the doorway. It’s a reaction I’m still getting used to, this involuntary warmth that floods through me at the mere sight of her.

She approaches my desk with a secretive smile, one hand hidden behind her back. “Is it weird for me to come see my husband?” she says, but I can see right through her attempt at nonchalance. Something’s definitely up.

I’ve noticed she’s been off for the past four days, ever since she came home late that night. I didn’t push then, it was clear she didn’t want to talk about it. But now…

“It’s not weird at all,” I say, rising to meet her. I take her in my arms, kissing her tenderly. We’ve been gentler with each other lately, mostly at Ana’s initiation. I find myself craving these soft moments more and more.

She’s been coming home early, making dinner, insisting we all eat together. It feels almost like courtship. The thought both thrills and unnerves me.

“I brought this for you,” Ana says, presenting a box. “I hope you like it.”

As I open it, I’m momentarily stunned by the timepiece inside. It’s a Rolex Daytona, its platinum case gleaming under the office lights. The ice blue dial catches my eye immediately, a color as captivating and unique as Ana herself. The chronograph subdials add a layer of sophistication that speaks to both form and function.

“A man like you should have a watch that matches your power and influence,” Ana says softly, a hint of pride in her voice. “Something that commands respect the moment people see it.”

Her words stir something deep within me, not just pride, but a profound appreciation for how she sees me. As I slip the watch onto my wrist, feeling its comfortable weight, I pull her close again. Her lips part under my touch, and I can’t resist nipping at her bottom lip. She whimpers, and the sound sends a shiver through me. My hands roam her back, cupping her ass gently.

Ana purrs, her palm warm against my chest. It takes all my willpower to pull away.

“What’s the special occasion?” I ask, searching her eyes.

She shrugs, biting her lip in that way that drives me wild. “No occasion. I just thought you deserved something special. And...I thought we could go for a picnic after work. Watch the sunset together.”

The combination of her thoughtful gift and the suggestion of spending time together makes my heart swell in a way I’m still getting used to. It’s a feeling that only Ana can evoke in me. But I can’t hold back a sigh. Something’s not right, and I can’t ignore it anymore.

“Is there anything going on,kotyonok?” I ask gently.

“No,” she says quickly. “Why would you think that?”

I move back to my seat, needing some distance to think clearly. When she’s close, it’s too easy to get lost in her.

“You’ve been acting differently since that night you came home late,” I say cautiously. “I didn’t want to pry then, but I’m getting worried, Ana. What’s going on?”

Her smile is too bright, too forced. “Nothing. I just...I went to see my mom’s grave. I got emotional. Then I stopped for a drink. That’s all.”

My heart clenches. “I’m sorry,” I say softly. “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t tell you,” she admits, perching on the edge of my desk. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

I pull her close again, kissing her gently. “I want you to tell me everything, Ana. The good and the bad. You’re my wife. Okay?”

She nods, lips pressed tight. “Okay.”

I glance at the clock, an idea forming. “You know what? Let’s go now. We can have some fun while we wait for the sunset.”

Her smile—genuine this time—is all the answer I need. As I lift her into my arms, I’m struck by how much she’s changed me. The old Dmitri would never have dropped everything for an impromptu picnic. But for Ana, I’d move mountains.

Her fingers fist my collar and she tilts her hips, grinding against my crotch.

“You naughty woman.” I chuckle, cupping her ass and rubbing it. “It looks like you want an appetizer first?”

“You know what I want,” she murmurs.

I grab her chin lightly, looking into her eyes. “Say it.”

Her eyes hold a challenge and a fire that fuels desire inside me, increasing the urge to fuck her against the wall, on the desk, until everyone can hear us.

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