Omertà Anthology - A Very Merry Mafioso Christmas

by V. Domino

  We had entered a smaller dining room. This table sat six. I waited as he closed all the entrances and turned towards me, stalking me like I was prey.

  “What is your fucking problem?” I blurted out.

  “You are my fucking problem. You don’t know when to keep your goddamn mouth shut.”

  “And you don’t know when to keep your dick in your pants apparently.” I crossed my arms. “You and Sasha have an arrangement, what does that even mean?”

  “It means nothing. Sasha was someone I dated for two years. Someone I had no intention of marrying or keeping.”

  “So you used her like you are using me?”

  “You are so goddamn frustrating. Why can’t things just be what they are?”

  “Because I don’t know what things are, Alessandro. All you have done is give me order after order like I was your pet.”

  I watched as he studied me for a minute, his eyes trailing over my body once again.

  “I want to fuck you so bad right now. All I can think about is ripping that dress away and fucking you on that table.” He gestured towards the dining room table in the center of the room.

  “Why don’t you then?” I wasn’t sure where that brazen question had come from but I was okay with it. I wanted him just as much.

  “Because I won’t until you have my last name. Go stand by the table.” He ordered.

  “Again with the orders,” I stated but did as he requested.

  “Are you wearing panties?”

  “What?” I gawked.

  “Are you wearing panties? Because I sure as hell know you aren't wearing a bra.”

  Glancing down I noticed my nipples were hard and pointing out of my dress.

  “Yes,” I swallowed.

  “Take them off.”

  I stood a moment watching him with his hands in his pockets. “Take your panties off for me, little dove.” He grinned at me.

  That grin was enough to drop my panties. I almost laughed, but I was so nervous. I had never had a man watch me so intently. I had never stripped for one either.

  Without revealing anything I used the slits of my dress and lowered my panties slipping them off.

  He walked over to stand in front of me holding out his hand. Placing the panties in his hand I felt vulnerable. What would he demand of me next? He placed my red lacy thong in a pocket inside his suit jacket.

  “We should get back to your guests.” I told him.

  “They will be fine,” he murmured pulling out the chair at the head of the table and sitting in it. “I want to watch you make yourself cum for me.”

  My mouth fell open, “Excuse me?”

  “You are going to sit on the end of the table and play with yourself while I watch.” He instructed.

  “I can’t-“

  “Have you ever touched yourself Valentina?”

  “I-“ my mouth was so dry. Licking my lips I took a step away. “I have never-“

  “You’ve never touched yourself?”

  “No, I have. I just. I have never had a man see me naked before.” I admitted lamely.

  “I know, it was always meant for me to be the only man to see you naked. Now come sit on the table.”

  I wanted to sit on the table and I wanted him to watch me pleasure myself. I wanted to make him want me so badly he threw caution to the wind and fucked me here and now. I needed it. But I knew he had too much control for it. He would torture himself.

  Walking over to the table on shaky legs I lifted my dress and sat on the table, still not exposing myself for him.

  He ran his hands up my legs taking the dress with him, exposing my flesh underneath for his greedy eyes.

  “You are gorgeous,” he stated sitting back in his seat. “Show me what you like Valentina. If I were to touch you right now where would you want me to touch you?”

  I gasped as he grabbed one of my legs sitting my foot on the armrest of his chair, I watched as he did the same with my other leg. This put his head mere inches from my pussy. He would be able to see how wet I already was for him, for this.

  I dipped my fingers between my legs and slowly started rubbing my clit. I watched Alessandro, his deep green eyes watched my fingers on my clit. It was such a rush to have him watching me like this.

  I couldn’t believe I was actually masturbating while Alessandro watched. His hands gripped my ankles, other than that he wasn’t touching me. He was only staring at my hands work my pussy.

  Closing my eyes I stroked two fingers down my slit, my hips lifted in anticipation as I slipped them inside my pussy. My head fell back as a moan of pleasure escaped my lips. My fingers pumped in and out of me and I pretended it was Alessandro’s fingers pleasuring me. Hearing him groan caused my stomach to flutter and my breath to catch in my throat.

  I could feel my limbs quivering as I slipped my fingers out and began to rub my clit again. I wanted to climax desperately at this point. I could hear Alessandro breathing raggedly as I got closer to my release.

  “Oh god,” I cried trying to press my thighs together.

  “Keep your legs open for me, little dove. I want to watch you.”

  I could feel my orgasm wound tight inside me. I wanted this release more than my next breath.

  “Oh,” I cried out again.

  “That’s right baby, let go.” Alessandro coaxed and my orgasm took over my body.

  My limbs began to convulse uncontrollably and my head fell back as I cried out in pleasure. After a couple of seconds Alessandro helped me lower my legs to the floor.

  Buttoning his jacket back up, he took a step away from me. “Go clean yourself up. I will see our guests out.”

  I stood in puzzlement. He had seemed so cold and so distant yet again. Feeling defeated yet hopeful I made my way back up to my rooms and showered and dressed for bed.

  I waited up for him. Which I knew was stupid. He wasn’t going to come see me. He wasn’t going to check in and tuck me in for the night.

  Over the next few days everything was a blur. Alessandro had avoided me at every turn. He had every excuse in the book when I confronted him. So eventually I just left him alone and did my own thing. I had gone out on the property, explored and taken some beautiful pictures.

  During this last week I had been fitted for my wedding gown and even been asked about flowers, colors, food, music, and other various wedding topics. A lot of the planning had already been implemented.

  Now it was my wedding night. Christmas Eve had always been a wonderful time in our house growing up. My parent’s had been married at midnight on Christmas. The house would have been filled with love and laughter today.

  Standing in front of a full length mirror at the church I wiped away tears. I was wearing my mother’s wedding dress. It had been fitted for my body, but her dress none the less. I always thought my mother would be here with me for this occasion.

  I saw my father’s reflection as he stepped into the room. Turning I met his gaze.

  “My rosa, you look so much like your mother. She would have been so proud.”

  “I wish she was here, papa,” I cried.

  “So do I," he came to me and wrapped me in his arms.

  “Why do I have to go through with this? I don’t understand?”

  “It is a debt that was acquired while your mother was carrying you. The only way to pay it off was to promise you to Alessandro. It is a union of two very powerful families, you understand, no?”

  “Yes, papa I understand. What was the debt?”

  “Neither here nor now,” he said rubbing my arms. “It is time to walk down the aisle and marrying Alessandro. You make me proud, you do this family justice.”

  I didn’t understand what he meant by doing this family justice. But yes I would walk down the aisle and marry Alessandro.

  A couple of hours later I was standing in my new home while guests congratulated me on becoming Mrs. Alessandra Pesci. My name was now Valentina Pesci. It would take some time to get used to that.

  A
lessandro had not left my side. I felt the butterflies building up in the pit of my stomach. It was very late, but I knew he would claim me tonight as his wife. Early today he had all of my belongings moved into the master bedroom. I have yet to see that room, but tonight I would.

  “You look tired little dove,” he whispered close to my ear.

  “Yes, I am. It has been a long day.”

  “Perhaps we should call it a night.” His eyes found mine with a hint of a question in them.

  On a yawn I nodded my head. He began to lead me out of the room. “Wait, aren’t we going to say goodnight?”

  “No.”

  “Won’t they notice we are gone?” I asking glancing around the room as he led us out of the room.

  “Perhaps, but they will know what we are up to.” He led me up the staircase.

  At the top of the stairs we took a right this time and at the end of the hall he opened one of two large brown doors leading into the master bedroom.

  I stepped inside ahead of him. This room was huge and gorgeous. The floors were also a mahogany color. The bed and furniture matched.

  “I think you should take a nice warm bath to relax.” Alessandro announced going towards what I assumed was the bathroom.

  “Okay, that actually sounds nice.” I followed him.

  I watched as he turned on the water filling up a large tub in the center of the room that could hold six grown men easily.

  “Turn,” he ordered. “I will help you out of your dress.”

  Turning I clasped my hands nervously in front of me.

  “I hope our wedding was everything you imagined,” he told me as he began to undo the pearl buttons down my spine.

  “It was beautiful,” I assured him.

  Once my buttons were undone he helped lower the dress down my body. “Step,” he instructed.

  Stepping out of the dress I turned towards him wearing a white bra and white lace thong. Alessandro hung my dress on a hanger that was waiting on the back of the bathroom door. He took such good care it.

  He bent down and lifted my right leg and removed my white heels and then repeated the gesture with my left leg. Taking my heels he disappeared in the closet then came back with a white satin robe and hung it on a hook beside the tub for me.

  “I will let you enjoy your bath.”

  Before I could say more he was out of the room and had closed the bathroom door. I wanted to open it and protest. I wanted to ask him to join me. Or take me to bed and make love to me. I had been anticipating this moment for a week now. Instead I slipped my panties and bra off and slipped into the hot tub.

  The water was so hot and soothed muscles I didn’t realize ached. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off because I was startled awake when the door opened.

  Alessandro stood before me. He had taken off his suit jacket and red tie. His white dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons were undone.

  He could see my naked body under the water and I watched as his eyes traced over the water.

  “May I join you?” he questioned.

  Titling my head I studied him a moment. His eyes were on mine waiting for an answer. Had he really just asked permission? I figured he would take what was rightfully his without regret.

  “Yes, I would like that.”

  He began to undress. I was finally going to see my husband naked. I had been anticipating this just as much as losing my virginity to him. Taking his dress shirt off he revealed his tight abs and a v that led to his pants. Licking my lips I watched as he unbuttoned his pants sliding them over his hips and kicking them away. He was naked underneath.

  His cock stood out to attention. Just begging for someone to play with it. He got into the tub opposite side to me and leaned back to relax.

  “This is nice.” Alessandro told me.

  “Mmhmm,” I murmured relaxing back into the water trying not to think about his gorgeous cock and what it could do to my body.

  Feeling his hand on my leg I opened my eyes to watch him. “Come here Valentina.”

  It was a demand, but a lazy one. Was he going to take my virginity here? I hoped so. When I got to him he positioned me on his lap.

  “I wasn’t planning on joining you in the tub.”

  “Why did you then?”

  “I kept thinking about your hot body being naked and wet.”

  His arms traced up my side until his hands were in my hair. His lips brushed over mine softly. “I wanted to wait until you were done and then make love to you in our bed. But I can’t wait any longer.”

  I felt the head of his cock brush over my clit, gasping I clutched his shoulders. His lips took my mouth again in a heated, desperate kiss that I felt in my pussy. I never thought my first time would be in a bathtub. I had no complaints. His hands were cupping my breasts as he broke our kiss and kissed down my neck before taking a nipple in his mouth.

  “Alessandro,” moaning in pleasure I grinded my hips against his cock. “Please,” I begged.

  He released me and I watched in anticipation as his hand guided his cock to my pussy. He slowly began to enter me. Groaning I threw my head back arcing my back for him.

  My pussy clenches with need as he enters me fully. We both let out a moan of pleasure. Alessandro rests his forehead against mine. “It feels like heaven to be buried inside of you, little dove.”

  “Yes,” I sigh in agreement as he begins to move slowly inside of me.

  Placing my hands on his shoulders I began to move with him and soon we are moving as one together. I can feel my desire. The pain has subsided and I realize I am fully his. In every possible way I belong to Alessandro.

  I cry out in pleasure when his thumb finds my clit and begins to rub building my orgasm up until I am panting in pleasure. Alessandro doesn’t stop moving inside of me or stop rubbing my clit as my climax eases.

  I can hear the water slapping the sides of the tub and hitting the floor. But I don’t care and neither does Alessandro.

  His head falls back as he body jerks his release inside of my pussy. Everything is silent and still except for our heavy breathing. I am still on top of him his head is resting on the back of the tub.

  “That was amazing,” I tell him.

  His eyes open and meet mine. “Yes, it was.” He kisses me softly again.

  “Merry Christmas Mrs. Pesci.”

  “Merry Christmas Mr. Pesci.” I say on a laugh still high on my ecstasy.

  I refrain from asking the millions of questions going on inside of my mind right now. I want to know what this means for us. Could we possibly have a real marriage? Could we love each other? And what is the debt in which my father owed to his to cause this union? Will he be faithful? What exactly is expected of me as his wife?

  But I don’t want to ruin this moment and I am too tired to argue.

  “Let’s go to bed.” Alessandro breaks my thoughts.

  “Yes, please.”

  The next morning I lay in bed watching my wife sleep. She was so damn beautiful and I was screwed. I had gotten what I wanted. I married the Russo Princess and claimed her as my own by taking her virginity. That was the stakes my father had put into place over twenty years ago.

  Now I was to destroy her and her family. I was to take her father out and claim the Russo legacy as the Pesci family. My father was counting on this. My job was to come out and claim that Valentina was not a virgin on our wedding night.

  Valentina did in fact belong to me now and my father left it up to me to decide her fate. But as for Victor, my father had his own plans. Victor and my father had made a deal with each other. My father was a man who saw his deals through, but then Victor had to go and wrong my father. Michael Pesci did not take this lightly. He had decided to go back on the deal with Victor and ruin him and his family.

  But now that I had Valentina I didn’t want to let her go. If I hurt her father she would never forgive me. She was so innocent and sweet. She had no clue what really went on with th
e Pesci and Russo families. Sure she knew we ran illegal drugs and guns, typical mafia stuff. She had no idea of the deep dark secrets I was keeping from her. Or that her father was keeping from her.

  Valentina’s mother’s death was no accident and if I wasn’t careful in how I played my cards my wife’s death could very well be on my hands.

  Did I love Valentina? I wasn’t sure. How could I love her at this point? Yes, we had known each other for years, but we did not really know one another. That was something I wanted to work on now.

  I decided the best way to decide which course of action to take was to get to know my wife. Get to know everything about her and who she is as a person. Once I do I will be able to make my decision about how to handle the next steps to take.

  I was going to take my wife on a honeymoon. Two months sounded like the right amount of time for us to spend alone together to get to know one another. She wanted to be a photographer. I could take her to some of the most historical places on Earth and let her capture them.

  I just needed two months to decide whether my wife was worth saving or not.

  The End

  Jessica Avary is an emerging author of contemporary romance with a love for dark alpha’s. Jessica is from Las Vegas, Nevada. When she is not writing, Jessica loves to read, travel, take pictures, and spend time with her family.

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  Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.

  I knew I should’ve walked the extra block to the official taxi stand. Not once in the two months I’ve lived in Paris have I deviated from my own rules of safety.

  Pay attention to your surroundings, be careful crossing the streets, and never ever take unofficial modes of transportation.

  Of course, I’d throw all that to the wayside on my last day here. All it took was my running a couple of minutes late to throw common sense out the window and flag down a taxi straight off the road. Now, instead of heading to the airport and home for Christmas, I’m heading into the unknown.