Andreas
I anticipated a lot of things, but a stubborn wife did not make the list.
It does not help that she is fucking sexy while she shows her stubbornness, because I take pleasure in laying her on my thighs and spanking her exposed ass cheeks till the skin turns a light shade of crimson.
She wants to know about The Executioner, but the dark truth is that I would rather die than tell her what she wants to know. Grandma Chiara seems to have forgotten the old man's wishes, but I haven't. He would probably not approve of my methods of making her forget those two words, but I am fulfilling his wishes all the same.
Like right now. She is fuming and staring me down while I adjust my suit.
"You ordered everyone not to say a word to me." She states. It's not a question, it's an observation, and a good one at that. There is no one in the Cosa Nostra that does not know about The Executioner, but anyone who dares to give her any form of information will die by my hand. I will deliver a slow agonizing death to anyone who dares go against me.
"I did." I respond as I take her in. It's been a whole month since our wedding ceremony, and I made sure to hover all over her during the time. We had a routine, argue over The Executioner at day and fuck mercilessly at night.
I enjoy both routines, as long as they include her in any sense. She is supposed to forget about the Executioner by now, but Laura is a trained CIA agent, forgetting things does not come with the job description. Which is why I'm this close to running out of ways to make her forget.
She seems to be obsessing over it, asking anyone she can, and asking me directly right after fucking me. She wears a black dress that stops a little below her knee. The dress hugs her tightly, showing off her curves and her swollen boobs that are as a result of my daily obsession with them.
That's right. Black is the color of today. Because today is Chiara Ricci's funeral.
"Why don't you want me to know?" She asks. It's the first time she's asked to know my opinion since this obsession started. "Why have you gone out of your way to make sure I don't find out about this?" She continues. "What are you hiding from me?"
I turn to her and I make my way to the closet for a pair of heels. When I'm out, I make her sit on the bed and I put her pretty feet in them. She's quiet as I fit the straps and when I look up at her, she sinks her fingers in my hair. Fuck, she is so beautiful.
I shut my eyes as I try to think of ways to respect my Nonna on the day of her funeral. Nothing comes up, because Laura continues to tangle her fingers in my hair. And when I open my eyes, her thighs are spread apart, and her dress is folded to her thighs. She pulls me in, and she spreads her thighs further, giving me a full view of her white lace panties.
"What do you want, Mio Diavoletto?"
"Do I have to say it?" She murmurs.
"Yes." I tell her as my right fingers find their way to her thighs, tiptoeing to her inner thighs and brushing the lace of her panties. I let my fingers hover around her panties, waiting for her response, even though I know her needs. I check my watch, it's 2:44pm, and we need to leave this room by 2:50pm, meaning that Enrico would knock the door by 2:50pm as instructed.
"You have to, we're running out of time, Mia Cara." I tease her pussy through her panties. She bites her lips and a tortured moan meets my ears.
2:45pm
"Don't call me that." She whispers, looking away.
"Why not?" I dare ask.
"I want you to feast on me." She ignores my question and I let her, because in truth I am not ready to breach the conversation.
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Code Diavolo
RomanceI was sent to capture the CIA's most wanted fugitive. But things took a tragic turn, My entire team was murdered before my eyes, and I was kidnapped by said fugitive. It seemed like my government had forgotten me and I became a puppet for the fugi...
