Married to My Enemy

With the way she averted her gaze, I knew she was lying. You didn’t work for the mafia without being able to have a sixth sense about when people were lying to you. Employment was not the reason she was out tonight, but clearly, she didn’t want to talk about whatever her real reason was. I decided to let it slide though. After all, I didn’t know this woman, so whatever she was hiding wasn’t any of my business in the first place.

“Congratulations,” I said, pretending to believe her.

“Thank you.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a second-grade teacher.”

“You must like kids.”

“I adore them.”

“Have any of your own?”

“Not yet.”

The bartender arrived with our drinks. She also didn’t smile at me as much this time now that I was seated with a beautiful woman. I discreetly slid her another one-hundred-dollar bill nonetheless, which she accepted, as I knew she would.

“What about you? Are you celebrating anything in particular?”

I handed her drink over and tried to think fast. “No…I was just bored. Wanted to have a few drinks, listen to some music…Meet interesting people…Looks like mission accomplished.”

Ari blushed and took a sip of her drink, staring back at me with eyes that suddenly made me think that perhaps she wasn’t quite as innocent as she seemed.

CHAPTER 5

Giovanni

As my luck would have it, Ari was a breath of fresh air that I hadn’t expected. She alone made me want to reconsider my promise to my father. And she also hadn’t been as innocent as she seemed, the way she so readily and willingly agreed to meet me in a private room of the club that my buddy let me rent out.

But if there was one thing that I knew for certain, it was that promises were not to be broken with the Romano family. Tonight, was my last night of freedom before I had to work on my plan to marry the Marino girl, and nothing or no one was going to change that.

“How did you manage to get a private room?” Ari asked, looking around, amazed.

“I’m friends with the club owner.” I crossed the room and leaned against the pool table in the middle of it. I motioned for her to come over, feeling myself growing overheated watching the way her hips swayed when she walked.

I grabbed a pool stick and handed one to her. “Do you play?”

“Not really,” she said. “But I’ll give it a try.”

I smirked and began setting the table. I then laughed as I watched Arianna's grip the pool-stick completely wrong.

“Here,” I said, and made my way over to her. Standing behind her, I briefly touched the small of her back and then ran my hand down her arm. I nudged my leg between hers. “You stand with your feet like this. And then you bend at the hip like this.” I ran my hands across her arms again. “Hold the stick like this, and keep your eye on that ball right there…”

Ari turne

d around to face me, cocking an eyebrow at me. So she was playful, I liked that. I pressed my body against hers and kissed her. When our tongues molded against each other, a shot of pleasure coursed straight to my cock. She moaned into my mouth, kissing me back with an urgency that matched my own. I let my hands slide over her curvy frame as I thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth.

I pushed her against the pool table and moved her up onto it. Her dress shifted up her thighs, and it was as if she was begging to be touched. Fuck me. She was so hot, and I felt all my blood rushing to my cock. I snatched a condom out of my pocket and unzipped my pants. “Hold onto the edges of the pool table and don’t let go. It’ll be rough.”

I sheathed myself and separated her legs widely, and got unlimited access to her sweet pussy. I pushed her lace thong aside, and I rubbed my cock against her wet lips, intending to drill her hard, and even that was an understatement. Her throat would be sore from screaming when I was done with her.

“Ah... Please...”

“Please, what?”

I continued to stimulate her pussy, pushing the tip of my cock through her folds. I brought my hand to the back of her dress and unzipped it, exposing her bra. I pushed my hand up underneath it, and grabbed her breast and twisted her nipple, getting another low-pitched moan out of her.