Chapter 46: Ariele

I was sitting in the living room when my architect, Luca, arrived for our meeting. I smiled at him and greeted him with a warm hug.

"Hello, Luca, how's the progress on our mansion project going?" I asked him. This was our third meeting.

"It's going very well, Mrs. Greco. We're almost done finalizing the plans for the pool area and the living room. You're going to love it," he replied with a confident smile.

"I'm sure I will. I trust you to make our home exactly as we want it," I said with a smile. Luca had been recommended to me by Eloise, a mafia heiress whom I had met at my first tea party at home. There wasn't much to report. My mom was used to that kind of interaction; she had been a governess for years, but now she was in a different position, and I was happy for her, even if it was in these circles.

We sat down and began discussing the project's details. Luca presented his ideas, and I was impressed by his creativity and skill. We discussed every detail, from wall colors to the type of decor we would use.

However, at some point, I began to notice that Luca was suggesting changes that didn't align with my preferences, and I started to get irritated. I didn't want to be rude to him, but I needed to express my opinion.

"I think this suggestion isn't exactly what we're looking for," I said, trying to be polite.

Luca seemed surprised and a bit disappointed, but I knew he was a professional, and he understood the importance of listening to the client.

"I understand, Mrs. Greco. I'm here to help you build your dream home, so I'll work with your suggestions. What do you think would be better?" he asked, with a more subdued tone.

I took a deep breath and explained what I really wanted. Luca listened patiently, and together, we reached an agreement.

"Great, Mrs. Greco. I'm very happy that we found a solution that meets your expectations," Luca said, smiling.

I thanked him, and we agreed to meet again next week to continue working together on the project. I was pleased to know that, despite our differences, Luca and I could work together to build the home of my dreams. Eric had made some suggestions but could only attend the first meeting, and I'm sure it was just to mark his territory. However, he ran away when he saw that Luca enjoyed the same fruit as I do.

When I arrived at my grandfather's house, he embraced me and gave me a kiss on the forehead, as he always does. I love these affectionate interactions. We had lunch together and talked about various things. My grandfather told me old family stories, and I enjoyed listening to each one of them. After lunch, my mom invited me to go shopping with her, as she hadn't joined us for dinner. I enjoy shopping with her because she has great taste and always helps me pick out beautiful clothes, even though we rarely go out.

I was excited to spend the day with my mom at the mall. I didn't usually go out much because public places could jeopardize our security. After all, I was now the wife of the mafia boss, responsible for bank transfers and business dinners. But I didn't mind that much, as I was happy to have found my home. Living alone for so many years with little contact with love made everything easier to accept.

While walking through the mall, my mom took me to various luxury clothing and accessory stores. She loved buying expensive and exclusive items, but I knew these luxuries required sacrifices, such as freely going out.

I started to understand what life in the mafia was like. My husband took care of the blood part, and my role was essentially being a pawn for bank transfers, business lunches, and to satisfy my husband's desires. I couldn't complain, as I knew that was how things worked.

But I knew I couldn't see myself like this forever. I needed to find something to occupy my time, something that would give me satisfaction and personal fulfillment. Maybe I could study and specialize in a certain field, or perhaps start my own business.

As these thoughts crossed my mind, I continued to accompany my mom on her shopping spree. She was excited about the things she found, and I enjoyed seeing her happiness in choosing clothes and accessories.

Deep down, I knew this wasn't what I wanted for my life. I needed to find something that would give me a greater purpose and allow me to be more than just the wife of a mafioso. For now, I would start decorating my house. It was a small step, but it was a start. And who knows, it might be the beginning of something bigger.

After a day of shopping with my mom, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways back to our homes. Cassandra had traveled, and Eric had been calmer in recent days. My cousin, Romeo, caused tension between us, but I couldn't help but enjoy being close to him; he was my family, and we were at my grandfather's house. Unfortunately, Eric didn't see it the same way. He always kept a close eye on me when I visited my grandfather, not allowing Romeo to get close. I understood his jealousy, but it was excessive and toxic. I had witnessed Eric's anger being taken out on the furniture in our mansion when we returned home.

But I could no longer tolerate Eric's behavior. He needed to understand that I had a family beyond him, and I wouldn't give up those relationships because of his jealousy. I knew Romeo provoked Eric, but it didn't justify my husband's exaggerated reaction.

I decided it was time to put an end to this and confront Eric about his behavior. I was tired of living in constant fear and tension, and I wanted a healthier and more balanced relationship. I hoped Eric would understand that his jealousy wasn't healthy and that we needed to work together to build a relationship based on trust and mutual respect. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I needed to try. But then Romeo left, and Eric automatically relaxed, not wanting to disrupt our peace.

When I entered my room, I felt an emptiness. My clothes hadn't been delivered yet, and the feeling of having an empty room left me feeling uninspired. I took a long, hot bath, letting the water run over my body, trying to relax and forget the day's concerns.

After taking a shower, I applied moisturizer to my entire body, taking good care of my skin. I put on a comfortable nightgown and lay down on the bed. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander for a few moments, trying to disconnect from the world and the problems that surrounded me.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed it was almost five in the afternoon. I decided it was time to take a nap since I was tired, and I needed some rest. Without my clothes to sort out yet, I lay down on the bed, relaxed, and covered myself with a fresh sheet.

Gradually, I drifted off to sleep, allowing my thoughts to dissolve into dreams and fantasies. The tranquility of the empty room helped me relax, and I fell into a deep slumber.

I woke up feeling Eric's lips kissing and licking my belly, my dress lifted above my breasts. My husband was wearing only a towel, exposing his strong and firm biceps.

It was my turn to pull him closer and nibble his lips. My nails traveled up his neck, leaving marks, I thought. I bit his throat while his hands squeezed my bare breasts. I felt his member rubbing against me, and all rationality evaporated once more.

"Please don't tear my dress, darling," I requested, as I had lost count of how many times it had happened. He came closer to fit between my thighs.

"Buy as many as you want; I can purchase a factory just for you," he teased by my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. His hand slipped between my thighs, swiftly removing my panties. Before I could question, I saw his silhouette crouching in the dim light, and then I felt a bite on the inside of my thigh.

"Ah!" I arched my body backward, gasping as his mouth began its ascent.

"Spread your legs wide," he commanded authoritatively. I obeyed instantly. He captured me with his hands, sinking his fingers into my thighs, keeping them wide open as his mouth conquered me. Even his oral skills were unrestrained and ravenous, with no hint of romance, which was exactly what I desired at that moment.

His tongue explored every inch of me, like an explorer navigating every path and overcoming all obstacles. He sucked, licked, bit, and penetrated me, as if everything was allowed, and I could only writhe, begging for more and surrendering. I was almost on the brink of climax when he stopped, probably on purpose. He pulled my face up, and I could taste myself on his tongue as it intertwined with mine. With my legs spread open, I was panting, lost in a sick desire that I couldn't recognize in myself.

He turned me around and had me bend over the bed, spreading the surface, leaning over it. Eric grabbed my buttocks with both hands, and I felt his manhood between them, rubbing without penetrating, teasing me. After some time of that forbidden game, he placed his knee between my thighs and pushed them apart again. One of his hands traveled up my neck, and he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as his glans descended to the point of greatest pulsation in my body.

"You want this, wife," he said as he tapped his penis at the entrance of my vagina. "Tell me you want it."

"Please," was what my rational self wanted to respond. "Don't stop."

"Stop?" he teased and rubbed again, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Eric!" I grabbed the bed tightly and arched my behind for him.

"Delicious!"

"Put it in already." When his penis slid into me, I moaned like a hormone-filled teenager. The fire and lust were greater than I was used to handling. I raised my behind even more, and he thrust harder, making me seem like an animal in heat. The strong, animalistic grip of that man neutralized the voices that imposed reason on me. I took a slap on the buttocks, unable to contain the moan that filled the room. His body collided with mine with increasing frenzy, and I felt I was about to explode from the inside out. When I finally reached the climax, all I could think of was how wonderful it had been. I collapsed, panting, exhausted, while I heard Eric reach his climax, our sweats mixing, making me want more.

With no time to think, while Eric had his eyes closed and his head resting on mine, I maneuvered him to get off me, straddling his lap, reconnecting with him, savoring the moments when I had my husband all to myself.