THE DANGEROUSLY SEXY MAFIA KING’S WIFE

CHAPTER 4

I had never heard such a beautiful laugh from the pit of his belly as he threw his head back and laughed so hard. He tried to stop but failed, him letting it all out. I sat there, smiling because his laugh was contagious, yet suddenly there was nothing. His head snapped back to me with all traces of laughter gone, giving me a whiplash.

How did he do that? How could he just switch emotions just like that? It scared me as I ran my fingers up and down his neck so gently without even realising it.

“And why would I do that?” He asked. He was disappointed in me, I could tell, he had been hooked. But now he had swam back to the ocean.

“You offend me, maybe if I was an incel.” He said, his voice lowering to a dangerous note, he stroking my back with the gun, reminding me of what waited with failure. A chill ran down my body, watching all his facial expressions, not saying anything but just curving his face with my eyes.

“One day you will want a family, yet having that in your line of business is dangerous. You need someone who will go in knowing what you do and what the dangers are. I imagine having a wife would be a danger on its own, especially if you love her. She will be your liability, so what you need is someone you don’t love or even care for.” I said and I knew he knew I was right.

“What makes you think I want a wife?” He asked, the question spiking a smile in me.

“Let me tell you what I mean by wife. A wife, your wife will always be there when you come back home, wherever it will be. She will always go where you are, always there to listen and hold you when everything is not going your way. Your house will always be filled with light and your bed will always be warm. She will bear your children, nurse them and shower them with nothing but love. She won’t only be taking care of you but of your offspring too. I will be your partner in life no matter what happens. I will defend you at all times, never judge but listen and advise you when needed. I will turn your house into a home and bring so much more into your life.” I said, staring into his eyes. They followed me every time I shifted, his face stoic.

“Finding a good wife for you will take time and you don’t have time to do that, to worry about that. To find someone, you need to make sure they are strong to withstand your life, they have to be trustworthy enough, be smart and cunning enough. I can more than handle your world, actually I will thrive. I promise you that and with that I will always put you first and if it happens I am kidnapped and a ransom is asked, you can just rest easy and start preparing for my funeral.” I said the words, selling my proposal to him as he sat back. I could see the wheels turning, could see him chew on it with his hand that carried the gun frozen on my back.

“And what do you want in return?” He asked, seeming exhausted. I held my arms out, gripping his shoulders and rubbing them loose for him. He felt so stiff, his muscles hard under my touch.

“I want to live a comfortable life. I could do it without you, but it would take years and years of suffering. I want to have a home too, I want protection, security and warmth, but there are conditions, of course.” I said, my hands slipping down his chest, feeling it hard and large, imagining my head on it as he held me to him.

His brow c****d up, his face indifferent.

“You never lay a hand on me, you treat me with respect because, believe it or not, I am human too. I am not your slave, I am your wife and when I say no I mean just that.”

“What do you need protection from?” That was his question after my whole revelation. He moved up from the back of the couch where he had been leaning his back to come so close to me. My hands gripped him on instinct, him so near he was breathing on my face and it did things to me. I swallowed, diverting my eyes from him. How could I say it to him? I could not understand it myself.

“The evil of this world.” I finally said, seeming distant as the words echoed from my lips. I turned, my eyes taking his in with him, watching my every move.

“But I am the evil of this world Kroshka.” He said, his voice like silk on my skin, just washing over me as I closed my eyes to open them on him.

“I know.” I said to him, a smirk on my face. You get the biggest bully and make him your friend. That was always my game plan, even from a young age in those cells.

“There is something about you…”His voice trailed away, his finger moving a stray lock from my face and tucking it away.

“Hunger.” He finally said, with me swallowing, as his hand came around my neck, holding firmly. I held in my breath before he tipped my head up with his thumb, not sure what he was searching for with his eyes all over my face, angling my head from one side to the other, then his breath was caressing my skin, having me shiver and fall onto him. He was doing things to me that a person should not do to another. I knew I would do anything for that man, knew I would give him all of me no matter what.

“Stand up.” He whispered, but I could not move. I was frozen on his lap, trying to think, but my mind was all messed up.

“I can’t.” I whispered back to him, feeling his chest press on my breasts that just ached for nothing but those hands to grab on them and that tongue to taste them.

“Why?” He asked, his voice getting deeper each time he talked.

My face went red, blood just rushing there as I pulled my eyes away from him so shyly, staring down at his chest, which was large itself.

I cleared my throat, “I wet your pants.”

The look on his face just killed me there and then, making me nearly giggle as I stared down so shyly.

“And why is that so little one?” He asked, seeing the amusement that played on his face. I could not say it, I could not even stare at him. His finger came just under my chin.

“Shy is something you are not zhenshchina, now tell me why my pants are wet?” He asked, his voice, heavens, he was not helping at all. His fingers pinched my chin, his touch aggressive yet in a way that had my whole body tingle. If only he could just move those fingers, if only he could just move those fingers up and brush my lips. I was whole heartedly begging for more of his touch in my mind. The things he could do to me. I was a sucker for dangerous men, I realized, dangerous men who had such dangerous looks and Godly bodies.

I shook my head mentally, his thumb pulling the skin below my lower lip down, having my lips part as a breath escaped me.

“Tell me merepa.” What a devil he was, what a sin he was having me do. I was melting like butter under the sun, I was boiling like hot water in a plugged kettle. Someone save me, I was on a hundred to hell.

“No.” It came out as a harshed breath, my drunk eyes on him. He was so near, our noses would touch at any moment, my chest moving up and down so aggressively with him tugging me closer just once. I could not, my eyes closed, a quiver running down my whole body with the sensation having my toes curled, my hands gripping on his skin.

He was rock hard and I licked my lips, just thinking of how it would feel, how it would feel to just rub myself on him. It was already so good, but what if, what if he was rubbing himself on my sèx with no obstructions, what if his hard member just directly rubbed on me.

Who would save me from this men, who would save me from myself?

His free hand ran into my hair, tugging a little with his lips trailing up my exposed skin, chills everywhere his lips touched, my eyes closed, my legs tingling as if losing sensation. I gripped harder, his breath hot on my ear, hearing and feeling him breathe on me.

“I could bend you over right here, right now and have my way with you…”He harshly whispered in my ear, his lips just teasing me, slightly brushing on my lobe over and over again. I tried to hold it, tried to just bottle it in but hell the man was set on breaking me down and leave me his whòre.

‘Please Vladimir,’ I almost begged, the words were just at the tip of my tongue, trying to hold them in with everything in me. He was having no mercy on me, my back arched with everything exposed to him.

“..But I won’t.” He said before pulling back and clearing his throat.

I wanted to cry and thank the heavens at the same time. I craved for all that he said he would do, yet my mind, my mind cautioned for I was swimming in deep dark waters.

His hands grabbed my waist and he did not even sweat picking me up and setting me aside.

I sat on the side, still trying to process what was happening. I felt flustered, needing air, something, anything that could relieve me from such heat, from such fire. He stood up, not even following his movements, dealing with my own dilemma. I was so wet I was even afraid to stand up. My head shot up, seeing one of his men walking towards him as he pointed to the body. My body just went cold, my head turning with everything coming back around.

Firstly, there were other people in the room. Oh my. Secondly, there was a man who had just lost his life, his body literally a mountain, lying on nothing but blood on the floor.

I shuddered, tearing my eyes from the pale body, looking away with all the impure thoughts, literally vanished from my mind. What would I do now? I tried to think. I had to always be on my game plan, for as long as there was no ring on this finger, my life was hanging by a string.

“Can I use the rest room?” I asked, standing up with my head held high. Always carry yourself with confidence, always pretend as if you have everything in control even if you don’t. Weakness was something that was not accepted in this world. I had to be a boulder, even when broken, all I do is take a new form and survive.

No answer was given, a finger pointed and I got my answer.

I slipped from the coach, hearing them speak in Russian, which I had to learn. It was going to be my first priority after my school work, of course. My feet touched the plush carpet, sinking in it as if it would swallow me. I was afraid my foot would bend and I would end up flashing my yoni to everyone in the room. Imagine how belittling that would be.

I made my way, opening the door to slip into the luxurious rest room. I could not take much time because I did not know what would happen from then. I had to be sharp, learn fast and always be alert, fast in everything I did. I went to pull on a lot of toilet paper, sitting to pee, then wiped it away. I was so wet it took a lot of tissue, but then I sighed because I felt clean and confident again. I flushed, moving to the mirror to stare at myself. My hair had been messed up, I combed it with my hand, slapping my face a few times to bring some colour back. There was no way I was coming out of this the loser, there was no way I would disappoint myself in that way, my life literally depended on it.

It was my time to shine, it was my time to take control of my life and hold a middle finger to the world. I had suffered too much and it was time to fùck everyone up.

A smirk curled on my face as I turned with nothing but determination to win a certain man’s heart.