Three Magical Words

Prologue

'I am not ashamed anymore
I want something so impure
You better impress now, watching my dress now fall to the floor
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, but she play to win, heaven gonna hate me.'

Halsey blasted through the Bluetooth  speakers making me wonder if she sung this song for me or Anastasia Steele because my Mafia husband most definitely had shades that Christian Grey couldn't even imagine.

I sighed and continued stirring the batter of the pancake mix, while squirming and twisting my butt along the rhythm of the song, which had me hooked to it for life. This song, which made me relate to it with ever word describing me and my desires. This is who I had exactly become.

Suddenly I felt arms go around my waist, halting every moment of mine. Even before I could visualize or hear who it was (which I didn't even need to obviously), his minty, chocolatey scent hit my senses, intoxicating me until the moment, the owner of this scent himself wakes me up.

He nuzzled in the crook of my neck and my shoulders making me grip the counter tightly.  His iron like grip on my waist tightening every moment.

"What did I tell you about where should I find you when I come back?"

His husky voice was the closest to my ears and sent tingles to forbidden places but as I registered his words, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Before I could form words in my defence, I was harshly spun around to face his gorgeous face. His sharp, chocolate brown eyes, Roman nose, rough yet smooth lips, chiseled jaw, beautifully sculpted face and tall, well built body. A Greek god, he is.

He held my jaws roughly and pulled me closer making me hold his bicep for support.

"Didn't I asked you something, Nandini?"

The way my name rolled on his tongue, oh so smoothly immediately had me on my knees for this man. He loosened his grip enough for me to speak clearly.

"You told me to be in our bed, in your favourite lingerie, hot and wet, waiting for you all bothered."

Came out my, nothing but needy and wanted, whisper making his eyes darken hiding those brown orbs behind the specks of golden and darkish chocolatey brown.

"And did you do that?"

I didn't even need to answer this question as he once again turned me to face the counter with my ass in the air, at his mercy. He squeezed one of my globes before running his hand all up my spine, towards my hair, before yanking me back, enough for him look at me.

"It does a thousand things to me when you defy me and trust me when I say that none of them are good for you."

He whispered hoarsely in my ears making me inhale a large quantity of my air, realising that I won't be able to breathe properly for a while now.

His free hand opened the button of my booty shorts before yanking them down my legs, along with my lace panties. Before I even knew it, his hand had struck my left cheek. HARD. My body jerked up against the counter.

"Manik!"

A moan of his name escaped my lips and soon after I heard his sharp intake of breath. He loves it when I moan or scream his name in pain or pleasure.

"Count for me, Nandini."
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"The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live."
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This was Mafia Manik and his wife Nandini, whom he cherished,loved, cared for and fucked like a Mafia would do to his wife.

Only he had never spoken those 'Three Magical Words.'