Page 27 of Married to the Mafia

I make a mental note to check with Corrado once I am dressed. It is best to be sure before the wedding goes ahead. After will be too late.

Another ten minutes and I climb out of the pool. It is time for breakfast and then to get dressed in suitable attire.

Her dress is due to arrive at seven. There is not enough time for something bespoke, but you’d be surprised how good an off the peg can be when money is no object. I’m sure it will suit her perfectly. I’m looking forward to seeing her wearing it and seeing her removing it later on today.

I shower and then dry myself. Walking back upstairs, I’m only wearing the towel. The house is warm enough. I think about going down to see her.

I dare not do it. The towel would fall from me within moments, and I’d be fucking her seconds later. That will not do. The ceremony must come first. That is the proper way. I can wait a few more hours.

I go to my room. My suit is laid out for me. It’s charcoalgray with a crisp white linen shirt, softer than cotton. A red tie that’s so deep it’s almost burgundy.

My boutonniere is a rose that is a shade lighter than the tie. It has to be a rose to match her name. It is a lightly fragrant kind. I sniff it. Milan rose. How appropriate. My florist has done a good job.

I get dressed and sit on the chair by the window to lace my shoes tight. Once I’m done, I look outside. The city is out there, coming to life.

To the commuters going by, this looks like any other apartment block. No one knows I own the entire building. We have not divided it up like the rest of the city. It’s still one home. My home, my father’s before me.

I had the basement added. I had the pool built. There’s a viewing platform and sundeck on the roof next to the helipad. Sometimes the easiest way to get in and out is the chopper. It sure beats the traffic.

I don’t use it too often. Too easy for the Feds to track. Most of the time, I’m as anonymous as I can get. Makes life easier.

Like today. We’re getting married, but there are no invitations going out in writing. It’s not a cathedral. Corrado has found the nearest family associated church, St. Augusto, on the corner of Fifth and Lime.

The priest has served us well for years. He will perform his duties and we will pay well him for that.

It’s all about respect, like I say. I respect his devotion to God. He respects my line of work. I may be a sinner in his eyes, but then aren’t we all?

By eight, I’m ready to see her. The dress is hanging up in my study. I look at it. Diamonds sewn into the fabric, ivory colored, off the shoulder. It has no train. It does have a corset body to support those magnificent tits of hers.

I can’t wait to see what she looks like in it.I carry it down the stairs to the basement.

She’s laid on the bed, fast asleep. She looks like an angel.

On her side, thumb near her mouth, soft lips looking so kissable. Hair falling down her shoulders. She’s kicked the blankets off in the night. I’m guessing it took her a long time to settle.

I watch her for a moment until she senses my presence and opens her eyes. She blinks, turns her head, and then groans. “It’s not a dream,” she says, sitting up and yawning. “I’m still here.”

“Time to get dressed,” I say, holding the wedding gown toward her. “Up you get.”

She sits up and rubs her eyes. “No,” she says. “I’m not doing it.”

I haven’t got time for this. I need her not to fuck me around. I drape the dress over the armchair, setting it down gently. I don’t want it creased.

With that done, I turn to her and get real close, right in her face. I lower my voice to the whisper I use just before I kill someone.

“You will put this dress on in the next three minutes or I will walk you down the aisle naked. Your choice.”

The color drains from her face as she sees I mean it. She’s still got the blanket wrapped around her, and I realize she’s naked underneath it. She sleeps naked, same as me. My cock reacts to the thought, and she’s at the right height for me to shove it straight into her mouth.

I step back. I will do things the right way. Ceremony first. Then that. It’ll be the first thing I do to her once this is done.

She’s on the verge of tears out of nowhere. They makeher eyes glisten as she looks up at me. “Please,” she says. “Don’t make me marry you. I don’t want to.”

“It’s me or Ricardo Belucci,” I reply. “It’s that simple.”

“I want to go home.”

“Not happening.” I grab the blanket and whip it away from her. She is naked underneath. She looks incredible. Her hands cover her tits, but I saw her nipples, deep pink and the right size to roll between my lips. Her legs are crossed, but I’m about to see that pussy of hers. “Stand up,” I say, picking up the dress. “Right now.”

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