Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

Micah

My wife stands with her brothers and her sister-in-law while I speak with Niko and Dimitri. We aren’t staying long after the meal is served, and I want them ready.

When Lena glided down the rolled-out white carpet, tucked into her father’s side, my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. It wasn’t just her beauty-and fuck was she beautiful with her hair pinned up and the large curls pouring out framing her face, and that dress. Holy hell, it shouldn’t be legal for a woman to walk around with such generous curves and regal appearance. With each step she took, her confidence glowed around her. It was in those moments her beauty outshined any other woman before her.

“Be ready to go right after we eat. I don’t want to spend another minute here than I have to,” I say and head toward where my wife huddles with her family.

Before I can get to her, Roman stops me. “Remember what I told you.”

I meet his gaze. The man is obsessed, and it’s starting to show in other areas of the business. Niko had a report for me this morning that has me on edge. Roman’s pouring more capital into the stable than we can cover with legitimate investments. He’s going to get us all in trouble. A war with another family can be dealt with. But a full-out war with the feds can easily break us apart. Especially if he’s bankrupted the family with his pet project.

“I got it,” I assure him and press forward. The sooner I get Lena away from him, the better for us all.

Katina stands off to the corner of the patio, talking with one of my cousins. She catches my stare and smiles but makes no move to engage me. Other than when she’s forced, she’s harmless. And she has no true interest in me, not that she would get anywhere if she did.

I meant what I told Lena.

I may not have come to this marriage of my own free will, but I will not go back on my vows. I will not betray her.

“Lena.” I touch her elbow. “Dominik, Jakub.” I nod toward her brothers. “Kasia.”

Lena stiffens beneath my touch, but she holds herself strong. She’s been so good today for me. Other than mild complaints about the hairdresser and makeup artist, she has done everything asked of her quietly. I don’t mistake her obedience here as weakness; no, my princess has claws and she’s willing to use them when needed.

It’s only one of the many things I’m starting to understand and admire about her.

“I’m sorry to tear you away, but I need to see you for a minute.” I tug on her elbow.

“Of course.” She hands her glass of wine to Kasia. “I’ll be right back.”

Dominik’s glare is steadfast, but I can’t blame him. If the roles were reversed, I’m not sure I’d behave as well as they have. I’m sure he fantasizes about sticking a knife in my heart, but he won’t mess up this truce. We have that in common.

“What do you need?” Lena asks as I lead her through the house toward the stairs.

“I need you upstairs for a minute,” I say and bring her up the stairs to our room.

“Micah. People will notice we’ve gone missing,” she says as we come to our suite.

I smile at her, enjoying the way her pupils dilate with the mere thought of us being alone in the bedroom.

“Do you think I give a fuck about that?” I ask, pushing the door open and motioning for her to get inside.

She sighs. “I guess not.”

I follow her in then lock the door behind her. While she stands in the middle of the sitting room watching me, I go into the bedroom and retrieve what I’m looking for from my bag and return to her.

Her eyes land on the item in my hand and her cheeks explode into a blush.

“Micah, what are you thinking to do?” Her hands fly behind her, as though she could actually block me from my intent.

“I told you, princess. On our wedding night, I’ll take the one virginity you still have.” I open my hand and let the silver bullet-shaped plug stand in my palm. “This makes it easier for you later.”

Her jaw slacks, her pretty lips part, then snap shut again.

“Speechless? Well, now I know how to achieve that,” I laugh. It’s easy, this bit of banter between us. Even with her embarrassment and arousal mingling, the tension eases comfortably.

“You can’t think to actually use that thing right now.” She moves back a step. “We’re expected at the luncheon.”

I advance toward her. “I know.”

“You’re out of your mind. I’m not doing that.” She folds her arms over her chest.

“Lena, look at me,” I order when she keeps her pitiful gaze fixated on my chest.

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“Do you remember your vows?”

Her brows wrinkle. “What?”

“The vows, the ones you just took barely an hour ago before God and our family?” I remind her.

“There was nothing about butt plugs in them.”

I hold back my chuckle. This woman can make nearly any situation lighter with her quick wit. It will definitely be her undoing some days. I look forward to them.

“What were they, Lena? You promised to…” I wave my hand at her to fill in the blanks.

She sighs.

“To love, honor, and-” She stops, scrunching up her nose. “Obey.”

“Obey. Yes.” I snap my fingers. “That’s the one we’re focusing on now. So, you can either obey me, wife, or you can earn a spanking, then have the plug put in anyway. And this time, I won’t go lightly with my belt.”

Her lips squish together. Whatever internal battle she’s having, I’m not sure she’s going to come out the winner.

“Fine.” She marches at me and snatches the plug from my hand and turns toward the other bedroom. I grab her arm before she gets two steps away.

“Where are you going?”

“To put this damn thing in,” she snaps.

“Nope. Not that easy, princess.” I pluck the plug from her grasp and pull her into the bedroom we shared last night.

“It will take me ten minutes to get out of this thing,” she complains.

“You don’t need to, just bend over the edge of the bed and lift up the dress.” I look over the gown; it’s elegant, not full of tooling and lace, but sleek and beautiful. Like her.

While I retrieve a small bottle of lubrication, she gets situated over the side of the bed. Her dislike for what’s about to happen makes her look more like a child being made to take her vitamins than a woman about to submit willingly to her husband.

I can fix that.

As I grab the lube, I pick up the small vibrator I packed in the hopes we were going to have fun last night. But thanks to her outburst, that hadn’t happened.

I sit on the bed beside her upturned ass. Sadly, there aren’t any marks from yesterday. She’s already pulled her white lace panties down to her knees and buried her face in the bed.

“It’s not as bad as you think.”

“Just do it,” she mutters into the bedding.

“Reach back here and pull your ass apart for me. Show me your dark little hole.” My cock lengthens at my own words.

She groans but does my bidding.

“I think I have something that will make this better for you,” I say, twisting the bottom of the vibrator on and slipping it between her legs. There’s enough pressure of her body against the bed to hold it in place, right on her clit.

“Oh!” She sinks into the sensations.

“Better?”

Her nails turn inward, clenching her cheeks. It’s enough of an answer.

I squirt a dollop of lubrication on the dark ring of muscle. Instantly she clenches.

“Nope. If you do that, I have to take the vibrator away,” I warn as I drop the lubrication bottle behind me on the bed.

Slowly, she eases.

“Feel good?” I ask, tapping the end of the vibrator. “Keep focused on how good it feels while I’m inserting the plug.”

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” she mutters, and I’m sure I’m not supposed to hear it.

The rounded edge of the plug is poised at her asshole.

“Should you do it and I’ll watch?” I ask, half threatening. She’s never had this done and I’m not sure I want to give up the pleasure of being the one to handle it for her.

She twists her head enough to look at me with her wide eyes. “No, you do it.”

I pat her ass with my free hand. “That’s a good princess,” I tease her and it’s enough to get her body to relax. When she moves her focus from what I’m doing, it won’t be so hard to get the plug in place.

“Deep breath, baby,” I say softly over the hum of the vibrator. It’s doing its job of making her pussy nice and wet. Her lips glisten with her juices. It’s a shame she isn’t going to find any relief until I have her in our bed tonight.

I push gingerly at first, watching the tight muscles stretch around the plug, more and more as it gets to the widest part of the toy.

“It burns,” she whines.

“Push out at me, Lena. It will relax the muscle more.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Your choice. Either way it’s going in.” I push it more and she hisses. It only takes her another breath to finally get in line with what I want from her. Her asshole swallows up the rest of the plug and tightens around the thin base. The lavender jewel at the base is the only bit of it visible now.

I smile at the sweetness of it. Of her. I snag the vibrator.

“You can let go now.” I stand up from the bed, watching as her cheeks fall back into place and hug the jeweled end of her plug. I adjust my rock-hard cock in my pants. After I pocket the vibrator, I pull her panties up over her creamy, lush ass.

I grab the lube and take it, along with the vibe, to my bag and toss them inside. When I turn back around, she stands beside the bed, every inch of her face covered in a deep crimson blush. She tries to cover her embarrassment by fixing the skirt of her dress.

“Come here, princess.” I crook my finger at her. Fire bursts into her eyes.

“What now?” she demands while she makes her way over to me.

“You’ll be good at lunch. No matter what.” I press my finger to her lips just as they start to move. “I will deal with anything my father throws at us. I’m asking you to trust me here, Lena. Trust that I will take care of you.”

“I can take care of myself,” she says against my finger.

I drop my hand to her cheek, running the back of my fingers along her jaw.

“I know you can, which makes it all the more meaningful when you put your safety into my hands.” I cup the back of her neck and pull her to me, capturing her mouth beneath mine. The kiss at the altar had been quick, but not this one.

I wrap my second hand around her throat, trapping her neatly in place as I deepen the kiss. Her throat vibrates beneath my palm when I squeeze-not enough to cut off her air, only enough to let her feel me, truly feel me.

When I break the kiss, I hold her throat tighter.

“I will always keep you safe, Lena.”

She lays her hands on my chest with no pressure. Her chin moves up to accommodate my large hand, but she doesn’t resist. When her pupils are fully dilated, I let her go.

“Can you do that for me? Can you trust me today?” It’s a small step in the right direction.

She trails her fingertips along her throat, where the last bit of my fingerprints fades.

“Yes, Micah. I think I can.”