Later that night, I’m in my office, forcing myself to stay away from Evangeline. Up until I met her, Ultimo Morte was my only concern. I thought that once I’d bedded my wife, I would finally have gotten her out of my system, and I could once again concentrate fully on business. Yet it’s closing in on midnight, and all I can think about is how good it feels when I’m inside Evangeline’s sweet pussy and her nails are rasping down my back as she arches her own. Her soft mewls of pleasure, her wide eyes silently pleading for me to give her more.
I‘ve worked myself up, and my dick is so hard, it’s straining against my zipper, aching to be released. My wife is beguiling, like a mermaid in the sea calling sailors into the depths of the ocean. Even more alluring is the fact that she doesn’t see her own beauty. Baking in the kitchen with flour on her cheeks and oversized oven mitts on her hands, she looks more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I completely understand why Francesco maintained his distance outside the door. He didn’t want to be perceived to be gawking at my wife. Francesco’s a good man, an honorable soldier, and today he showed he was a gentleman too. I made the right choice when I chose him to guard Evangeline.
There’s a small knock on the door. I call out for them to come in. At this hour, I expect Ivo or one of the guards, seeing that Peppa is usually in bed by this time and Evangeline went upstairs hours ago.
“Am I bothering you?” Evangeline’s soft voice has me raising my eyes. She stands with her head poking through the doorway. I motion for her to come through. I know it’s a bad idea when I see she’s wearing a nightie that comes to her knees, clinging to her breasts and ass, with a wisp of a shawl covering her shoulders.
She takes a step inside in her bare feet.
“Come closer. I don’t bite.” I grin. “Much.” She comes to stand on the other side of my desk. “What can I do for you?” I lean back in my chair.
“You mentioned a party, so I went through my dresses. I have a couple that I think are suitable, but I wanted to check with you to make sure they’re appropriate for the occasion. I can go grab them if you have time.” She’s nervous. Her hands are clasped tightly together as she shifts from one foot to the other.
“This is a special affair in our honor. I’ll make arrangements to have Francesco take you shopping,” I say. This only seems to make her more upset. Most women get excited at the prospect of spending money on clothes and such, do they not? I lose her eyes as she stares down at the floor. “This doesn’t please you.”
Evangeline lifts her face and says, “As you just said, this is a special occasion, and I have no idea what I should be wearing. You’re an important man. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Come to me.”
Evangeline steps around the desk and stands before me. I pull her between my thighs, allowing my fingers to trail along her outer thighs. Then I wedge her back against the edge of the desk and sit her on top of it.
“I’ll have Francesco take you to one of our most trusted boutiques. One of my men’s wives has a penchant for spending money, and it was cheaper for him to give her a shop of her own. I’ll make a call and make sure you’re well taken care of.”
A small smile starts to form on her lips. “I’d like that.”
“Antonia will make sure you find the perfect dress. While you’re there, you may as well pick up whatever else you need.”
“Thank you,” she says shyly.
“I’m a good husband,” I joke, causing her to giggle. Such a pretty sound. “And seeing that I’m such a sweet guy, I think you should do something for me.”
“What—what do you want me to do?” Nervous, yes. But I sense more excitement than anything else.
“Let’s start with lifting that nightie to your waist.” She looks stunned. I jerk my chin to her and say, “Go on. Do as I ask.”
Evangeline wriggles the material out from beneath her butt and lets it drape. I push the material out of the way, parting her legs and placing myself between them to keep them spread apart. I’m not surprised to find her panties wet. It seems that my wife’s body is in tune with mine and wants me as much as I want her.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” I ask, my eyes locked with hers as I run my hand over her wetness and pull aside the gusset of her panties.
“N-no.” She gasps when my fingers glide through her slickness. I take her hand and place it right where I want it.
“Let me see you play with my pussy.” She bites her lower lip, and with my hand over hers, she starts to let her fingers play with her clit. I lean back and watch the show. With every motion, she becomes surer of herself and bolder. “Let’s me taste.” I take her hand and suck on her fingers. It’s not enough. I need to have more of her. “Keep your legs just like that.” I pull her to the edge, my hands bracing her ass, as I take my fill of her pussy.
She grips the back of my head, holding me to her core, mewling with delight. She squirms in my arms, but I hold her still and suckle on her clit until she cries out.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begs.
Not a chance of that happening. Evangeline comes hard, her belly clenching. She tries to shut her legs, but I won’t allow it. I want to hear her come again, and I always get what I want. I feel her climb higher and higher. She’s fucking fabulous when she lets herself go, and this time, my eyes are glued to her face as I watch her come undone.
I give her a moment to recover, then come to my feet, bringing her with me. “I’m not done,” I whisper in her ear. “Go upstairs. Get naked and wait for me.”
She licks her lips, then scurries out of the room, a little unsteady, but full of enthusiasm. I’m done fighting the pull. Evangeline is what I need in every way.
* * *
Evangeline
I’m thinking that the women from La Famiglia I’ve overheard are either lying or their husbands are not very good lovers. All I was prepared for in regard to sex has been the complete opposite. For instance, a man can only do “it” once and then they’re done. Raffaele came upstairs and we made love, then later he woke me and we did it again, then once more before he got up to start his day.
I remember another woman saying that if you stay still, they’ll finish faster and leave you alone. How can I stay still when his mouth is on me? On my mouth, neck, the way he licks a path down my body, and then teases my pussy mercilessly until I’m thrashing about like a mad woman, begging for him to let me come.
Raffaele is demanding but gentle with me. I love that he dominates our bedroom, partly because I have no idea what I’m doing and also because I would never have the nerve to tell him what I want. It’s like he knows what I need even before I do. Maybe Raffaele will grow bored of me, but for now, I’m loving every minute of what we have.
Prior to leaving, Raffaele confirms plans to meet me at the boutique this afternoon. Francesco will accompany me, and I overheard Francesco order another car to follow. I think this is overkill, but I know better than to mention it.
I spend the morning calling my mother, then Cara, and finally Aris. Mom and Dad wanted to hear all about Philadelphia. Not that I could tell them much because I haven’t left the house, but I told them I’ll tell them more after my adventure to the city this afternoon. They’re loving their trip, and they sound like they’re having fun.
Cara is in the throes of wedding stuff. We talk for nearly an hour.
“Is Raffaele treating you well?” she asks with concern.
“He’s been great.” I can sense the doubt in her sigh. “Truly, Cara. He’s more controlled than what I’m used to, but Peppa tells me that this is the way he needs to be to protect his family.” I tell her all about Peppa and how wonderful she’s been.
“I’ve been replaced,” she declares jokingly.
“You’re irreplaceable. I miss you so much, and our visits. Raffaele says we’ll be coming a few days before the wedding so we can visit with my parents and Aris. If you have time, we can spend some time together.”
“I’ll make time,” Cara insists. We end by making promises to make it a daily ritual to call one another. Her turn is tomorrow.
I wait till after lunch before calling my brother, Aris. I can hear noises in the background, and the voices of other guys.
“Hey, sis. You all right?” he asks anxiously, getting right to the point.
“I’m fine. I mean really good.” The last thing I need is Aris worrying about me. He’s already got so much on his plate.
“He’s treating you right? Swear to me, Angie.”
“I swear. Raffaele has been wonderful. Honest! I’m just getting my bearings. Peppa, the housekeeper, is lovely. She and I like to cook together and have tea in the afternoon. Today, I’m going to go shopping to find a dress for a party in our honor.” I groan. My brother knows how much I hate shopping for myself. If it’s a gift for someone else, I seem to have no problem finding the perfect present, but when it comes to choosing something for myself, I hem and haw, often walking away empty-handed.
“That’s sheer torture,” he mocks. “You want me to come save you?” He chuckles.
“Funny man.”
“I try,” he says. I can imagine his lopsided grin.
“Are you taking care of yourself? I know you, and with Mom and Dad away, I worry that you aren’t eating right.”
“You sound just like Mom. She sends me texts daily reminding me to eat.” He laughs and says, “I’ve been spending more time on Nero’s property. He has a place where the men stay when they’re off duty to rest. He takes good care of us.”
That lightens my heart. Cara has always said that Nero and his wife, Felicia, are wonderful people, and knowing that they’re watching out for Aris makes me happy. Aris and I chat for a while longer, but I can hear his buddies calling for him.
“I’ll let you go. Please be careful,” I tell him.
“Always. You need to be careful too.”
“With all these bodyguards, there’s no way I can’t be careful. Love you, bro.”
“Back at you, Angie.”
* * *
Francesco helps me into the back seat of the Escalade and takes his place in the front passenger seat, while another man, introduced as Ettore, is our driver for the day . Ettore is older, midforties, with salt-and-pepper hair. He wears a smile and isn’t nearly as formidable looking as Francesco.
We leave with a car leading us out and another following behind us. We make our way onto the main road. This is my first real look at the city, even if it is by car. The old buildings are beautiful. Architecturally, they’re a piece of history. I soak it all in until the car jerks violently to one side, avoiding the one in front of us, followed by a loud crash.
Ettore nimbly weaves around our lead car and accelerates to an exceedingly high speed. I whip my head to the back window.
“Shouldn’t we be stopping to help them?” I cry.
Francesco glances for a mere second in my direction before pulling out his gun and returning his attention to the road. The sharp turns are making me nauseous, but that’s the least of my issues, especially when gunshots ring out.
Our backup car is catching up quickly and has managed to wedge the enemy off the main road and into a ditch. Ettore pays no attention to that and makes his way through to the center of the city.
Just when I think we’re safe, the roar of pipes belonging to motorcycles gets louder as they close in on us. Francesco must see that we can’t outmaneuver them. He lowers his window and aims his gun. The first shot hits the rider. The second one causes the next bike to swerve wildly into the guardrail, where it shoots sparks against the steel until it breaks into pieces that fly across the highway. This gives Ettore a little more breathing room so he can shift from one lane to the next.
I grip the door handle, frozen in fear over what may come next. Francesco reaches back to me and pushes me down, forcing me flat against the seat. I can’t see a thing, but I hear the screech of tires and what sounds like machine guns.
We round yet another corner and come to a grinding halt. I start to lift my head, but Francesco barks out, “Not yet, Evangeline.” I stay put, willing my heart to stop beating so erratically, taking several deep breaths. I can hear people running toward us. Are they ours, or are they our enemy?
My door is wrenched open, and I’m pulled out and enveloped in Raffaele’s arms. I hardly have time to take a breath before he’s dragging me out of the open space and in through the side door of a building. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t speak, not a single word.
Tripping over my own feet in the heels I’m wearing, I stumble right into his backside. “You’re going too fast,” I say. He catches me with firm hands on my shoulders, then continues at a much slower pace. He directs me into a room. With a quick look around, I can see that this is another office. Raffaele sets me in a chair, then unleashes his fury.
The roar of anger echoes over the walls, and I’m sure it can be heard throughout the entire building. His fist lands on the desk, making it shake. The lamp that was set upon it crashes to the floor. Raffaele prowls the room, slamming his hands into the walls, the vein on his neck pulsing.
I feel it prudent to remain silent. I curl into a ball on the armchair, wrapping my arms around my middle. Sucking in a breath, I watch his eyes narrow on me as he stomps toward me. He braces his massive hands on the arms of the chair, his face in mine. I can’t stop my body from shaking, my lower lip begins to quiver, and suddenly, I’m doing all I can to stop myself from falling apart and bursting into tears.
Raffaele sees this too. He gently gathers me in his arms and sits in the chair. My arms lock around his neck. I bury my face in his neck and begin to sob. As the tears pour out, Raffaele runs a soothing hand over my back, whispering comforting words in my ear.
“Hush, baby. You’re safe. Swear to you, it’ll never happen again.”
The door creaks open, but with a motion from Raffaele’s hand, it closes immediately. He continues holding me until my sobs subside. He hands me his handkerchief, and I gather myself together.
“Are you all right in here alone for a bit?” he asks.
“I’m fine. It was just the shock of the situation. I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before.”
He gets up, moving me along with him. “I’m getting to the bottom of this. I need to get a report from my men and make a few calls. I won’t be far.” He points to the door. “I’ll be right out there.”
He waits for me to nod, and before he leaves, he glances over his shoulder one last time. A short time later, a young man comes in and hands me a glass of water and a blanket. I throw the blanket over my shoulders and settle in. I have a feeling this may take a while. Well, this is a shopping adventure I don’t want to repeat.