Married to the Mafia Boss

Alessandro

My apartment was on the penthouse floor of a five-star building.

It was the whole floor.

My mother had resisted us moving out, her theory had been because our family home was so large, and us staying together was safer. Yet, all of us had a place.

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However, since I’d become Don of the Sorvino family, I had basically moved out despite her reservations.

It was grand and worth millions of dollars, I’d picked it out to be on my own, but there were times when I didn’t mind company.

Katya and I were having dinner together. We had been married for days now, but she had her living arrangements, and I had mine.

I hadn’t expected her to agree without putting up a fight, but that was exactly what had happened.

So far, though, we hadn’t said a word to each other.

I wanted to change that. “I’ve given it some thought, and I think that it would be best for you to move in with me, Kitten.”

“I think that you should stop thinking then, Ales.”

I reached for my wine glass. “Again, with my name, would it not be better to call me something…sweeter?”

Her eyes flickered up to glare at me from across the table, and I winked at her.

“I can call you Alex or Mr. Sorvino. You can pick.”

I chuckled and put down my cutlery. “I suppose Alex will do for now, then. When do you plan on moving in?”

“I’ll set my calendar to remind me next century. I don’t know what part of this arrangement is difficult to understand. It is a marriage of convenience. We married for business purposes, and it was bad enough that I took your surname, I will not move in with you.”

“You changed your name by your choice, Katya, I had no hand in it.”

“Really?” She put her cutlery down and glared at me full on. “Are you sure you did not…I don’t know, go behind my back to speak to my father?!”

This was really getting to her.

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. For the shit she’d started the morning after our wedding, I didn’t know how this evening would turn out.

I leaned forward with my elbows on the table, pretending that I was trying to remember. “I cannot say that I did you know.”

“Oh please!” she scoffed, reached for her glass of wine, and downed it.

“Well, I didn’t talk to him about the surname, but I will say something to him about us living together.”

“You will do no such thing.” Her eyes narrowed to slits.

I scoffed and raised a brow. “No?”

“My house is enough for me, thank you.”

“The house you continue to live in because your father sometimes sleeps over?” She gave me a look, and I shrugged. “I had a…an investigation done when you tried to steal my property…the first time.”

“My god! You-” she was losing her head, but just then, Katya caught herself and gave me an inquiring look.

She caught me, that I was purposely pushing her buttons, and she laughed. Throwing her face to the side for a moment.

“This fucking shithead.”

“Come now, Kitten, you need to lower your voice even more if you don’t want me to hear what you’re saying.”

She sighed and turned back to me, giving that smile that told me it was on.

“Fine. I stay there because it is my family’s house. I still won’t move, Ales, nothing you say here will change that.”

She was smiling, drumming her fingers on the table.

“Katya, must we do this? I suggest we move in, and you disagree. I know I can’t make you do anything, so I go to Yuri, who has a very soft spot for me, and we both know what you will do after that.”

I liked that she was strong against everybody but her father. For him, she would do many things.

“A marriage of convenience, Ales, means that the parties involved do not have to do anything that was not agreed to beforehand. All I agreed to, in this case, was to marry you. Which I have rightfully fulfilled.”

“Kitten, I already said that I had no intention of keeping this marriage strictly…for convenience.”

“Oh? Well, you also said something about being a master seducer so that I can add that to your list of lies.”

I stood up as she spoke to walk around to her side of the table. Pushing her plate aside and gently placing the wine glass further away. I settled to perch on the edge of the table.

“Baby, I have you in my apartment, alone with me.” I placed a hand at the back of her chair and leaned closer, so we were at eye level. “It’s only a matter of time before I have you in my bedroom.”

She smirked. I could smell the wine off her breath as she spoke. “But not in your bed.”

I chuckled. “I’m sure I will have you against the door, or the wall, or the floor, before we make it to the bed.”

Katya considered me for a moment. “You seem very confident.”

The games we played were fun, they kept things interesting, but my eyes were made for telling and I wanted her to see everything I wanted to do to her. I wanted her to see herself bent over my dining table, ass in the air while I ate the rest of my dinner off her back.

A shiver ran through her, this up close, I caught it as it did. I smirked.

She must have seen it.

“I would rather not waste any of our times, Kitten, we are both very busy people after all. One way or another I will have you living with me. From there, it will be only a matter of time, and you know it.”

Heat passed between us, and after a moment, Katya rose from her chair. Standing up with her nose pressed against mine.

“I’m very sure I can make you reconsider my moving in. Don’t you agree?”

“That would depend on what you plan to negotiate with, Kitten.”

She started to move, to undo the button of her suede blazer. I pushed the chair away and held her hand in place.

“After that shit you pulled this morning, Kitten, anything you start, I’m not going to allow you to leave until you finish.”

With her eyes still on mine, Katya stepped closer, pressing into me with her body and scent, making me lean back again.

Her hand snakes up my chest, and she fingered the button of my shirt.

“That’s a coincidence, Ales, because what I plan on starting, will end with the both of us finishing.”