Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

Small taste

There was a brief pause.
"Gestiscilo, sai cosa facciamo con gli se, tagliagli le mani e uccidi, gettali nell'oceano, lascialo nuotare con gli squali."
{Handle it. You know what we do with thieves: cut their hands off, drop them off in the ocean, and let them swim with the sharks.}

He hangs up.
"Where was I? "He asks me, bringing his mind back to the present conversation.

His eyes lit up in realization, and his mouth slightly gasped.

"Oh right, I remember now; no more secrets. I was about to tell you something," he tells me softly, his hand locked with my jaw forcing me to meet his gaze.

"Im next in line to be a mafia boss when my dad retires," he tells me seriously.

Haha, I laugh. "You're so funny," I say uncomfortable as I pull my jaw from his hold; though it doesn't work, his face turns to stone.

"Im dead serious," Alexander says.

Pulling me closer in his attempt to kiss me.

I push him away. "You are dangerous! Why am I even here?" I say in a hushed tone, Just friends right by us. He jerks me to his body and whispers in my ear.

"Do you need to go back upstairs?" he threatened.

"Why do you think I have you stay inside or got so upset that you walked off.?" he asks me with agitation.

"Mafia? So you?" I move my pointer finger across my neck.

"Scarlet, I'm not telling you the specifics; that's why I speak Italian around you when it comes to business. I do not want you to fear me. So honestly, the less you know, the better." He tells me, finally letting go of my jaw he had in a tight hold.

"Okay." So I think that answers that I'm married to a killer. A mafia personality of whom I have no real idea has demented capabilities.

Would he ever hurt me? I have no idea. It just made me crave wanting to leave. Though knowing he was in the actual mafia it seemed rather unlikely that I would get to leave at all; he had an abundance of resources and people to find me and drag me back to him, my father included.

I hoped my simple, okay answer was enough; after all, it was quite a big secret. I wonder if my sister knew and if that's why she rightfully hightailed out of here.
Though my sister definitely would have mentioned it had that been the case. My sister's main thing is she is not a girl for monogamy; she likes being ravished, as she says.

I feel uncomfortable with the thought of just regular sex. Let alone having multiple people.
Her husband, but i guess now mine stole my first kiss straight from my mouth.

"What are your thoughts what are you thinking about?" he asks me softly.

"Just something my sister said to me," I tell him carefully.

"What's that?" He teased me with a small smirk.

"Something she said about intimacy," I say quietly, trying to focus on the TV, not the uncomfortable conversation forming before my very eyes.

"Well, now im curious, do continue," he says, bending his elbow and propping it on the couch, his locks of hair softly falling as his gaze meets mine.

"It's inappropriate." I continued hoping that comment would be enough for him to want to discontinue the current conversation.

"It's about sex; of course, it's going to be inappropriate," he teased.

"Just she said there is no other feeling than being ravished by a man. She was telling me this before she was going to have a 3-some." I say awkwardly and as sensitive as possible.

"Figures she was always a cheater. I told her I didn't have a problem with stuff like that as long as I was there to take control." He says as though normal.

"What can I say, Alex? My sister wasn't into monogamy." I say, leaning back, driving my eye contact to the TV yet again.

"What do you think being ravished is like?" He asks me softly against my ear.

He pulls the blanket over our bodies.

The man watching the TV kisses my lips hungrily with want and desire.

His hand rubbed up my thigh slowly yet again, his hand now dangerously close to my intimate area.
His fingers graze my privates. As if deliberately. I look over to him.

He makes a silent shh sound with his finger.
Telling me to be quiet.

His fingers grazed my private again, softly applying pressure to my clit.

I reach down to stop him almost instinctively.
He grabs my hands with one of his, pulling the blanket up more, covering our bodies.

His fingers find their way back to where it was as he continues teasing me. I bite my lips to silence my moans.

The touch is foreign in a way.

He leans against me, slipping his hand down into my pants. I start to panic, and I feel his rough hand on my bud.

I bite my lip harder. He pointed his finger slowly, working its way in as he held my arms tightly.

"That's right, baby, be quiet for me; don't make a peep," he whispers huskily in my ear.

The consistent pressure and speed. I begin to feel a wave approaching rapidly.

"Alexander, please," I beg him, wanting him to continue.

He places his lips on mine, silencing me instantly.
His simple fingers brought such a strong pleasureful feeling that I had not experienced before.

"Look at you cumming on just my finger. That's just a small taste of what being ravished is, Scarlet, and when we have our first night, I promise you that it will be a long, tiring night for you." He tells me my body is slowly coming down from the inexperienced high.

"You looked so cute trying to be quiet for me; you listened so well." He teased me with a small smirk on his lips as he retracted his hand from my pants and he sucked on his finger.

"I can't want to tease you, Scarlet. To ravish you, to feel you under me." He tells me as his eyes are full of desire.