The Mafia's One Desire

chapter 34: beaten

Alessandro Prince Chavicci

I gently brush my hand on the soft skin of Sofia's cheek to selfishly put her attention back to me. A happy smile comes to her face as we gaze lovingly at one another. It's weird to me that in the earlier years of my life when I was unable to be with my now wife, I would have hated to be so smitten and in love with someone. 

Women used to fall at my feet, and I was more than happy to use and take advantage of them. But now, while I lay in bed beside the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, it is the most beautiful thing I could ever be able to have. 

She's the most beautiful thing in this world. How I ever found comfort in women who were only taking advantage of me as well, is beyond my imagination. I don't know what I was thinking, and I'm pretty sure I wasn't. I place a light kiss on her forehead, gliding my hands down her waist.

"No, no. I'm way too sore this morning."

"Did I do that much damage?"

"I wouldn't call it damage. I would just say you were rough."

"Is that okay? I don't ever mean to."

"I love it. I want you to be rough with me. Plus, I always have bruises on my legs."

"Yeah, why is that? Are you constantly running into things?"

"I'm clumsy, but I know there's some other scientific explanation I don't know much about."

She slides closer to me, tucking her head into my neck, her lips grazing my shoulder. I love the way her body melts into mine. The way our lips fit like two puzzle pieces. The way her hands play with my hair as she holds me tight in her arms. I hardly have time to react before my mouth -- with a mind of its own -- presses on her own, my hands pulling at her waist. 

My tongue finds the seam of her lips, she when she finally grants me access, I delve inside her mouth. My arms reach up and tangle around the higher part of her waist, a soft moan coming from her mouth. 

In an instant, her body arches up into my broad chest. I groan at the contact of body heat against my own before I draw back from her lips. I brush the hair back from her shoulder and move in so close she can feel my breath on her neck. I lean in to caress her neck, slow and gentle.

"Alright, that's enough."

"By why, amore?"

"Because we have to do something else with our day. We have a problem to solve."

"We already solved it."

"Not a hundred percent. As you said last night, Emelia and Fiaro have to look into it."

"Yeah, and what could we possibly do?"

"Not draw suspicion by spending the whole day holed up in our bedroom."

"I don't see that as suspicious. They would all think they would know what we are doing. They would be right too."

"No, Sandro. You can stay in bed all by yourself, but maybe I should go visit my parents."

"Please don't leave me."

"You clingy and possessive bastard. I'm only going to be gone for a few hours. Come on, it'll be good for us to get some space. It'll make me miss you more, and when I miss you, you never know what could happen..."

"You are very persuasive, you know that right?"

"I only use it for good causes. My morality is on the righteous side of things."