Married to the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 1)

Over the years, I'd been asked if I’d changed my mind, but I responded with, "Would you like a bullet in the head?"

A knock on my office door brings my attention up from my notes. "Son, are you ready?"

"You know it. Is Father Falcone here?"

"Yes, he just arrived as well as the construction crew to evaluate the front gate and guard shack."

"Okay. I'll talk to the construction crew, and then we should be ready to marry in ten minutes." My hands are shaking as I adjust my suit.

"Are you okay?"

"Anxious. I've waited so long for this day."

"I know."

"Maybe we should have the construction crew wait."

"No, I want all my attention devoted to Aria the second we say our vows."

It doesn’t take long to meet with the foreman assigned to the project. He knows who I am and that I won’t tolerate a shitty job or delays. I dismiss them and head back inside to get the formalities over with.

The front of the house has been arranged nicely with seating and flowers from my mother’s private rose garden. Photos are being taken by Luigi, who has a knack for photography. I anxiously wait at the bottom of the steps. As the music begins to play, Aria appears at the top of the steps with her father bringing her to me. God, she looks like an angel. Her long black hair has been curled and is splayed over her bare shoulders. Her gown is elegant as it flows around her with tiny crystals shining radiantly on the bell of the dress. Although it’s not far down the stairs, it feels like an eternity. I lose my patience and take a step forward, but then Nero grips my shoulder and whispers, “Relax. The wait is almost over.”

A smile spreads over her face, and that’s the first time that I can see that she’s added some makeup, accentuating her already flawless features. When they finally reach the bottom step, her father generously puts her hand into mine without waiting for the father to ask. "Today, we unite families, and I am grateful to have two sons-in-law that love my girls." He kisses her cheek and moves back to his wife, who is shedding a tear or two. I steal a glance at my mother, and she's a mess as well. I'm happier than anything in the world. "He's right, my queen. I love you more than words can say."

I turn to the priest and have him begin. The second he declares us man and wife, I pull her close, sliding my hand into her curls and dropping my mouth onto hers with a kiss so possessive it takes a clearing of Nero's throat to remind me that I'm in front of a priest.

"May I present Mr. And Mrs. Domani Bianchi."

"Congratulations," everyone cheers.

I bring her hand to my lips and kiss the backside. "Thank you, my queen."

"That's Mrs. Bianchi to you," she hisses, running her fingers under my suit jacket and up around my neck. "I want another kiss, Domani."

"Excuse us for a moment."

"We're preparing lunch. It should be ready in twenty. Don't be consummating anything right now," my mother huffs.

"Yes, Mama. I just need to have a word alone with my bride."

I drag her down the hall to my office. As soon as I have the door closed, I have her back against the door. "Mrs. Bianchi, I think it's time to reward us both for being such a good girl." I kiss her hard as fuck as I work my suit jacket off me.

I drop to the floor and lift up her dress, sliding under and parting her thighs. Her panties are drenched, clinging to her mound. I slide them off and tuck them in my pocket. I part her lower lips and swipe my tongue along her seam. She cries out, slapping her hand to her mouth. Slipping out from underneath, I move her to my desk and sit her on the surface, tossing her dress over her middle so I can get a proper angle on her heat. Fuck, she's so sweet. I didn't know what to expect, but I've found that she'll be my best breakfast every single morning. My fingers creep up her thighs until I'm pushing the first one into her pussy. She's so hot and tight that I'm going to come in my pants. Running my finger in and out, I coax moans from her throat, licking between deep strokes. Her womb needs to open for me, but we don't have time. For now, I'm going to make her cream all over my face.

She lifts one hand off the desk and thrusts it into my hair, tugging me closer, rubbing my face in her sweetness. I swipe quick, staccato movements with my tongue, feeling her body locking up.