Page 58 of Married to the Mafia

I wish I’d dealt with him when I first saw him with Rose. Would have saved a lot of trouble. Don Belucci is dead. Get rid of Ricardo and I’ve no real rivals left. I can take over. I can be on top, where I belong. Nothing will feel as good as that.

Well, maybe one thing.

Rose is walking back out of the ladies. She’s in a beautiful floral dress that clings to her curves. It’s low cut but not too low.

I can see enough cleavage to make my cock hard, but that’s not what’s drawing my eye. It’s the height on her thighs. She’s wearing it well, but I can tell she’s nervous by the way she’s walking.

She gets her confidence back when she gets near me. She nods like she’s greeting a stranger and then takes the seat opposite mine. I look around me. A few of the businessmen have noticed her change of clothes, but they all see me and look away.

It’s clear she belongs to me and I’ve no doubt they all know who I am. I know who most of them are even if they’re lower level soldiers. In the normal course of events, they’d never meet me.

That’s what it’ll be like to be Capo dei Capi. I’ll disappear into Gordon’s Cove, giving out orders from behind a screen. Is that what leadership is?

I always thought you had to be seen to be strong. Else people started to work against you, thought you were hiding. Will this be the same?

It worked for Mr. Silver. I’m sure I can make it work for me. I’ll still have my crew. I’ll still have Corrado to keep tabson everything. I can maybe spend some time doing the thing I said I’d never do. Making a family.

I look at Rose, and she’s smiling at me. She shuffles down in her seat and uncrosses her legs. She parts her knees a couple of inches, but I don’t look down yet. I look back into her eyes.

Something crosses between the two of us. It’s like two halves of a jigsaw puzzle slotting together perfectly. She’s an exhibitionist and I’m a voyeur. That’s why this moment is so perfect. I’m giving her permission to do what she already wants to do but would never dare.

Her cheeks are flushed with color, and I can see her nipples through her dress. She’s taken off her bra as well. I’m rock hard at the thought all that’s between her and being naked is that tight dress.

She shifts her knees further apart and now I can see her pussy lips. They’re spreading slightly, just enough to give a hint of the pink delights within. I want to tell her to get her knees up on the bench, get as open as she can go, let me see it all.

Not here. Not yet. Wouldn’t do much good to get arrested for indecent exposure just when we’re meant to be catching a flight.

With her legs open, I glance up at her face. She’s breathing steadily, staring into the distance like she’s no idea how exposed she is. She stretches her arms up and yawns and her nipples almost come out from the top of her dress.

It feels like the entire place is watching her. It feels good to know they might all want to fuck her, but none of them can even get close to talking to her. I’ll tear them apart if they try anything.

I make the most of these few minutes. Eventually, I’lltell her to close her legs but not yet. “Five minutes,” I whisper across to her.

They’re the longest five minutes of her life, I can tell. The more time passes, the more people notice and begin to stare. She’s turning purple in the face and shifting on the spot with embarrassment, but I notice her pussy is starting to glisten. She’s getting wet down there. She’s enjoying this moment as much as I am.

The five minutes end and I’m about to tell her to close her legs when they announce it’s time for boarding. I get to my feet and hold out a hand to her. She takes it and we walk to the airplane together.

Once we’re sat in first class, I recline my seat, draping my blanket over both of us. We’re barely in the air before I’m stroking her leg under the blanket. She shifts in her seat so she can look at me. “I’ve never been abroad,” she says. “Is that weird?”

I shake my head. “If I get the chance, I’ll show you some of the sights.”

“You know Rome well?”

“Spent a lot of time there when I was a soldier.”

“Doing what?”

“Boring things.” I stroke my hand higher, finding the hem of her dress and reaching under it. She shifts again, moving her hips and spreading her knees to allow me to explore her thighs. From above, it looks like nothing, just two people sharing a blanket.

I keep control of my expression, not giving anything away. Unlike Rose who can’t help opening her mouth to let out a tiny groan when I brush over her soaking wet pussy lips.

“Champagne?” a voice asks. I look up and a steward is there with a bottle.

“For two,” I reply, keeping my hand right where it is, stroking slightly as the bottle is poured out. With the two glasses fizzing away, the steward moves on and I return my attention to Rose. She looks stunningly beautiful, her eyes closing as she lays back and lets me continue what I’m doing.

I would listen if she said the safe word. I would stop at once. I’m not an animal. I have self-control. She says nothing, so I keep going.

I move the tip of my finger to her clit and brush over it lightly. She shudders, opening her eyes for long enough to glance my way and smile before sighing with happiness. She closes her eyes again and whispers, “This is torture.”

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