“You want to suck my dick?” I asked.
This made her smile. “Yeah, I do.”
I leaned back on my arms, so I was at the mercy of whatever she wanted to do to me. “I’m here, and I’m yours. Do what you need to do…”
There went that little lick of her lips, and did she even realize how seductive and sexy she looked? It made me crave her so badly. It was taking every ounce of my strength not to pressher to the bed and be balls-deep inside her right now. With every passing second, I was losing that battle.
But Alba surprised me as she moved in closer, and she was on her knees. She cupped my face and kissed me. It was a delicate kiss, sweet, and then she started to trail down. Her lips created a scorching path down my neck. No woman has ever taken the time to kiss me like this. I was … lost.
I closed my eyes, and with each second that passed, Alba shattered my world with her lips as she kissed my nipples, then traveled down my stomach. I let her take charge. This was all her. There was nothing else I could do. I didn’t want to take over.
The moment her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I nearly fucking lost it. I was so close to coming. Yet, Alba didn’t even have her lips there.
I clenched my hands into tight fists, and then she wrapped her lips around my length. I had no choice but to close my eyes, as I was about to lose complete control. There is no way I was about to fill my wife’s mouth with cum at just a merest touch from her. I refused to let that happen.
But her mouth took me, and I watched those lips slide over my dick, it was the single most amazing feeling in the whole fucking world. She worked my cock into her mouth, taking me to the very back, but she didn’t jerk away when I hit the back. She held me there, then pulled back, working over my length.
I had no choice but to try and keep some essence of control, but it was next to impossible. I was close.
“Babe, you’re going to have to stop, otherwise, you’re going to have to swallow it.”
I expected her to pull away, but whatever she had read clearly got her intrigued, as she stayed still.
I was blown away and couldn’t hold back, and as she worked over my length. I fell apart.
Chapter Eight
Alba
Odin was true to his word, and we did not have sex the next week. He also didn’t leave me alone, but I liked going with him to his different places of business. I have my books, and I’m immersed in whatever world I decide. There were times he took me with him, and I think it unsettles people to see a member of the Serra Mafia by his side.
The weeks roll into one another, and there is no more poisoning, no more maiming. However, Odin has said to me that after my poisoning, he did retaliate. I wanted to know how he retaliated, but in my old world, asking questions was a sure way of getting hit. I hated being hit. I hated any kind of pain.
Only, Odin told me he took two shipments from them, one of them drugs, and had it exposed so there was no way to hide it. It actually made the news, and I watched as law enforcement had no choice but to be responsible and not turn a blind eye as that shipment of drugs was found on the open highway for all to see.
The next were the girls. Odin took the shipment to a place, allowed the girls to be found, and again it made news, as girls begged for their parents. Their stories were told worldwide for all to hear.
I knew this was going to have a far-reaching effect on the Serra Mafia. I didn’t know how deeply my family was involved in all areas of the Serra Mafia, but they were not innocent. Those girls were in my home. I kept expecting a backlash, and I knew Odin did as well, but none came. I didn’t know if that meant the Serra Mafia dealt with the fallout, or if they knew not to mess with Odin.
Either way, we spent every waking moment with each other. Apart from when he had to do actual business, and not thelegal kind. He would come out with busted-up knuckles, and he never tried to hide the blood. I guess for a woman who wasn’t used to seeing blood and death, this would be a problem.
The first time I saw a man killed, I was ten years old. It had been at a wedding, which is why I was there in the first place. At ten years old, I wasn’t just invited to any party. The wedding had been really beautiful. The woman had been in her late twenties, previously married, but it had ended badly. I don’t recall the whys, just that the wedding went by without a hitch, and at the reception, I’d been at the dance floor, wanting to get on and dance, when there had been screams and the sound of a gunshot. Only, it hadn’t been just one gunshot, but at least six going off, one after the other, and it had terrified me. I could not remember that kind of fear.
The man had been a traitor. That was what I heard. A brother to one of the Capos attempting to usurp the Serra Mafia. Again, I was ten years old, but that was not the last time I saw death. Being a daughter within the Mafia, you got used to seeing people hurt, beaten, and killed.
It was why I turned to books. More specifically, romance books. It was the best way to escape, and I preferred it that way. Being with Odin was an even better escape. He didn’t allow me to see the dead bodies. He protected me. I didn’t know if he killed people, or put them in their place. Either way, I was happy to be with him. Which is why I was a little confused when we took a five-hour drive away from the city. We crossed several small towns, many of which I had never heard about before. It felt like we went back in time, as we came to a large country home.
I saw the guards, but I had to pay attention.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
Odin didn’t say a word as he reached across, touched my knee, and we were let inside the estate. It was large, with lots oftrees, and the size of the house literally took my breath away. It was beautiful, and as we came to the main door, it opened, and out came out a woman. She was not old, possibly late twenties, and she seemed vaguely familiar.
“We’re here.”
“Where is here?” I asked.
“It’s a place that is private, and not on any map. I had to keep it this way.”