The Italian's Mistress

Chapter 1- SAMPLE

Seduction was full as ever tonight, especially since it was close to midnight.

Bad people loved to come here at this time because of the things that happened downstairs.

Lilianna sat upstairs in the private floor watching down at the dance floor.

It was Friday night which meant coming to the club with her husband, Oliver D'Amato.

Oliver was currently in his officer having a meeting with his father and sister.

It was 11:50 p.m. and the regular people were leaving. The Mafia members were still not allowed in until the stroke of twelve. That's when the real fun would begin.

Lilianna was served another drink. She was in a long black dress that had a split on the side with long black slim heels.

She sighed and leaned back in the black couch.

Just as it turned 11:55, the black office doors opened and Valentina walked out.

She smirked at Lilianna as she walked over. She wore a red dress that was similar to Lilianna's dress, except hers criss-crossed at her breasts.

"Cognata." Valentina said in a taunting tone.

Lilianna forced herself to fake a smile and smoothly got up.

"Valentina, its always a pleasure to see you." She replied and shook her hand.

"Of course it is." Valentina said her voice dripping with sarcasm.

They would've gone at it if it wasn't for the two men that stepped out.

"Lilianna, my dear!" Stephano said honestly happy to see his daughter-in-law.

Lilianna smiled and the old man pulled her into a hug.

She squeezed him tightly before they pulled away and Stephano held her at arms length.

"My my. You look more beautiful every time I see you." He said, shaking his head.

"Son, I can't ever stop telling of how great a great choice you've made in picking a wife." Stephano said to his son.

Oliver smiled at him, nodding his head. He looked up from his father and up to his wife who barely met his gaze.

"You do seem to be more vibrant though. Are you pregnant?" Stephano asked,

Lilianna nearly choked, but she quickly composed herself and gave him a polite smile.

"No, I'm not." She answered,

Stephano frowned at that and sighed. He muttered something under his breath about getting old and not having grand kids. He shook his head and smiled.

"It's was great seeing you, Lilianna. Valentina and I must get going now. Have a good night." Stephano said and kissed her cheek.

"Goodnight, Stephano. Valentina." Lilianna said,

Oliver said goodbye and they left. As soon as the door closed behind them, Lilianna's smile immediately dropped.

She sat back down and leaned against the seat, holding her head.

"We won't be here for much longer." Oliver said, observing her.

"I don't fucking care. I just want to go home and sleep." She said, kicking her heels off.

Goddamn D'Amato's and their need to wear black.

Oliver frowned and walked over to her. He grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her up.

Lilianna's body was tightly held to him and she glared up at him.

"I told you many times to respect me, Lilianna." Oliver lowly whispered in her ear.

His hands travelled down to the split of her dress and touched the cool skin of her inner thigh.

Lilianna's breathing wavered just the slightest and she licked her suddenly dry lips.

"I hate you." She whispered,

Oliver smirked at her and lowly chuckled.

"I know you do, wife of mine." Oliver said and leaned down, claiming her lips with his.