Forced To Marry The Devil In A Suit

6. The Devil's Desire

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The Devil Is a Gentlemen by Merci Raines

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~~ Alessandro's P.O.V~~

As much as it kills me to say it.. My wife looks enticing. Her curves fit perfectly in her dress with the low cut slit down her chest, exposing more than I'd like anyone else to see. Every man here has been eyeing Katerina drinking in her beauty, letting their minds run wild with disgusting thoughts. Thinking about her taste and the way her soft skin would feel against theirs. To add icing on that cake, this stupid little shit has come to speak to her. "Dimitry.. why are you here? This is a Morettie banquet." Mmm, let's see where my piccola takes this."It's now a shared banquet since we're all in this together. I have no other way of getting you to speak to me, and we need to talk about what happened before you left." The anger boiling inside me has me inching my hand closer to my pistol."It was nothing. If you have no information of value to either me or my husband, then you can go." A satisfied smile finds its way across my face."Well, Dimitry, if you're done disrespecting my wife and I, you may go before I kill you where you stand." Before I can register the words slipping from my mouth, a soft touch catches my attention.

"He's done, my love. There is no need to threaten him." she whispers, gliding her fingers down my cheek lightly turning my head in her grasp; the buzz from her skin against mine is beginning to become a problem.. a big one. "Katerina, non hai idea di cosa stai facendo" (you have no idea what you're doing.) I murmur inching my body closer to her's "Sono la moglie perfetta" (I'm being the perfect wife) her gruff voice only fuels my hunger for her taste pushing the last bit of hold I have on myself; our lips collide in perfect sync. Her taste is sweet, like candy with a hint of cinnamon, and it's mine to own. Her lips part with a gasp as my hand meets the back of her neck, giving my tongue the access it needs to taste her fully. The crowd of family begins to cheer for us, bringing me back down from the head high this little girl had me in, we finally pull back, holding each other's hungry gaze. "You speak Italian." I breathe, taking in her flustered state, her cheeks flushed a rosy shade of pink with her chest rising and falling at an erratic pace. 

"Yes.. I speak Italian." she whispers breathless before turning back to Dimitry, who was now nowhere to be seen. If he knows what's good for him, then he'll keep it like that for the remainder of the night. "That was quite the display, son." A familiar voice has me sitting straight up bringing my gaze to meet my old man. He's skeptical about this marriage, understandably so, but I won't have him disrespect me at my own function; he may have been the Don at one point, but he's not anymore. "Father, glad you could make it tonight." his think lips quirk into a half smile crinkling the crows feet next to his brown eyes "Well I didn't want to miss the opportunity to meet my new daughter in law." that familiar buzz fills my body when her hand finds it's way to my thigh catching my attention " let me talk to him Amore Mio" (My love) The pet name she's created within seconds and means nothing makes my fucking cock twitch and it's starting to really piss me off. 

"Well, aren't you comfortable up there." My fathers snarky remark has no effect on my Piccola. Her hard gaze shifts to him with a small hair flip sneaking the sweet enticing scent of apple honey into my nose. What is it about this woman who keeps eating at me? "I am, who isn't comfortable sitting aside their husband especially when he's a Don?" she's smooth. She's calm, and she tastes better than I could've imagined. "I guess you're right, but a proper queen would also be Italian and born into this life. You are a Russian princess who was only brought into this life when she was fifteen.. You have no idea what it takes to run this world, Katerina Petrov." The silence in the air is thick, filled with rage, and ready to be sliced in half. "You will not disrespect my wife! I will not have it from anyone especially not my fucking father. Micalo will show you out." I snarl now standing with my hands pressed firmly against the table to keep myself from killing my own father. "My own son throwing me out on my ass, how ironic. I'll see you soon Petrov."