Married to the Mafia Boss

Katya

The wedding was a whirlwind of our business partners, political connections, and Sorvinos.

Paulina had insisted, almost violently, that Sam planned the wedding. We had a bachelorette party that was just us in Rome. We relaxed and shopped for my wedding dress and bridesmaids’ dresses.

The ceremony was small. It was at a catholic church, and it was the first time I’d stepped into one since college.

My father looked at me in my gleaming white wedding dress and gave me the warmest hug. “Malyshka.”

It was supposed to be for just business, an agreement because there was a common enemy trying to uproot us and everything we’d built, but my father pulled back and smiled at me.

“The most beautiful bride in the world.”

“Papa, you’re embarrassing me.”

He laughed heartily. Yes, agreeing to this had been the right thing to do. It made him so happy, and nothing in the world made my heart as complete as my father did when he was happy.

Just as he was now.

“You’re the one that embarrasses everyone. Beautiful, fierce, intelligent, God had spared no expense with you. Me, I am the lucky one to have you as my daughter.”

I couldn’t help but smile, if he continued like that, I might have pinched him, but he put out his hand for me to take so he could lead me inside the church and down the aisle.

“Three sons the Sorvino has. Wonderfully strong men, each of them, but with you, Romero will learn like I did, That you are worth more than any son.”

“Papa!” I said under my breath.

Nobody could flatter like my father.

The doors opened, and he led me to the front, where Alessandro was waiting in a deep red suit, looking as handsome as ever.

It was just a business arrangement, I reminded myself. My heart skipped several beats, but I arranged the features on my face, so they didn’t show. Whatever Alessandro was doing to me, I refused to allow it.

The ceremony was crisp, and after, I was introduced to all the Sorvinos.

Romero was a powerful-looking man. I could see easily how he and Helena had the dangerous looking litter they did. With Helena, I was welcomed into the family with a firm hug.

“Welcome to the family, my dear,” Helena said, patting my back before pulling away to smile at me.

“Katya, hi!” Arianna Sorvino, the only daughter in the Sorvino family, came toward me, hardly giving me time to adjust before enveloping me in a hug. “It’s so great to have a sister.”

I was flattered, but also slightly confused. This was a business arrangement. Nothing more than a way to join our family for business, but they were being so…welcoming and warm.

My dad was with Romero, chatting very casually.

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“Alcoholic,” Arianna said under her breath.

“Thank you, little sister. I do try, don’t I?”

The reception was grossly opposite of the wedding. The political connections of both families were invited. Celebrities, politicians, billionaires.

The introductions were plenty, with me introducing Alessandro to the Petrenkos people and him doing the same for me to his people.

I frowned whenever someone from my side didn’t need an introduction, mostly because I didn’t miss the smug look of satisfaction on Alessandro’s face. Every. Time.

The party continued well into the night, and even when I left the banquet hall at three in the morning, there were still many people at the reception.

I still owned all my properties, but I’d agreed to spend the wedding night in his place. Just because my dad had insisted, something about saving face.

I was driven back alone, but it didn’t take long for Alessandro to return too.

“Did you not think to tell me before you left?” he asked, storming into the room, still in the suit he’d worn to the wedding.

Red was his color.

“Oh? I’m sorry, I forgot I was supposed to seek your permission for everything I want to do.” I retorted, peeling away the cream floral dress I’d changed into for the reception, trying not to overthink about what he’d said at the club, and what could happen now that we were alone.

He growled behind me. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

I pushed down the dress and allowed it to pool at my feet. There was only one bedroom in this damned place, not my fault if I had no privacy.

Slowly, I stepped out and bent down from the waist to pick the dress up.

His intake of air was sharp, it made me smirk.

When I glanced back, his dark eyes watched my every move, locked on as if I were his prey.

But I wasn’t prey, I was a predator.

“I remember there being a lot of noise about perversion, and all that rubbish.” I said, stepping closer. He had a hard-on and was making no attempt to hide it from view…but then again, what was marriage if not about familiarity. “Where did all that bravado go hm?”

Alex laughed and stepped up to the teasing. “I’ve come to understand that playing with fire is your hobby, Kitten.”

“Kitten?”

His lips twitched into a playful smirk as one arm snaked around my waist, pulling closer. “I promised you a nickname.”

“And I promised you a marriage of convenience.” I said without trying to get out of his hold.

He pulled me closer until I was flush against him and could clearly feel his hardness. The dress in my hand dropped to the ground, my hands splaying on his chest.

He leaned down, so close, our mouths were only a breath away. He reminded me of the restaurant, of the hot wet feeling of his tongue against mine, his hands prodding and groping.

His hips rocking.

With every ounce of strength in me, I pushed against him and broke free of his warm hold.

He let out a frustrated growl, but I flashed him a smile and a wink. “Nothing a cold shower can’t fix.”

Then I turned my back to him, heading for the bathroom.

“Have you heard of sex play, Kitten?” he asked behind me, making me pause.

“Of course, I have. I didn’t grow up under a rock.”

When he spoke again, he was much, much closer. “Good.” Right behind me.

I turned, and before I could make any remarks, both my hands were knotted in his tie, and he pulled me by them toward the bed.

“Let’s play a game.”

He sat on the bed, dragging me down with him until I was splayed across his legs, my tied hand above my head.

I turn back to look at him. “What are you doing?”

“Setting some ground rules, I thought you did not grow up under a rock?”

My eyes narrowed at him. “Even if I wanted to do a sex play, I would be the one doing the spank-”

I gasped before I could complete my sentence. Alex had spanked me. His hand rested on my ass, squeezing lightly.

“Did that hurt? Should I give it a kiss to ease the pain?”

My breathing was uneven. What the hell was that? The feeling when he’d spanked me. His hand resting there, just rubbing.

My sex throbbed, and I wanted him to do it again, but that would have been the last thing I’d ever admitted. I opened my mouth to say something, I didn’t even know what I was going to say, but Alex spanked me again.

On the other cheek. It sent a wave up my spine.

“It’s funny, how I don’t hear you complain, Kitten. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Then he spanked me again, and again, and then he rubbed at it, leaning to blow on my ass cheeks.

My thong was soaked by now, but I was biting my lip to keep me from moaning, to keep me from letting him know how much I liked what he was doing.

The way I was laying across his legs, his hard-on was right underneath me. My hips buckled when he spanked me again, accidentally rocking against his erection.

The moan escaped my lips. I couldn’t hold it in.

He leaned to his side and nibbled on my ear. Then he spanked me again.

Spanked and rubbed, until I was sure that I was going to cum.

“Let us see how you like it.” He said and stopped.

My heart was beating fast, my breath hitched, my thongs soaking wet, but Alex stopped and laid me on the bed, off his lap.

He started to peel off his shirt, watching me. When he took off his pants, I licked my lips.

He smiled before turning to go into the bathroom. “Don’t worry, Kitten, nothing a cold shower can’t fix,” he said with a wink.