Maid for the Italian Mafia

by Flora Ferrari

  “I love you Matteo Milano,” I say, in-between feeling those rugged lips of his against mine, assuring me that the sign on the guardshack is indeed right.

  I’m home.

  “And I love you Mandy Milano,” he quickly replies.

  I feel like I’m floating on a cloud and any and all doubts I may have had about what love is, my faith in humanity, what Matteo’s intentions really were…all of it, just melts away at his confession of his love for me.

  I guess when your own parents abandon you there’s something inside you that just makes you feel like maybe you’re unworthy of love, at least it did me. Obviously I’ve had the wrong thoughts in my head for a long time, but now, thanks to Mr. Right, that’s all changed.

  I am worthy of love, receiving and giving it, and it’s because I found the one and only man to share my love with…just as I’m confident I’m the only woman he’ll share his with. Together.

  “Mandy Milano? Hmm…I do like the sound of that.”

  “You know what I like the sound of?” he says, putting my feet back on the ground and sitting the bouquet of flowers on the ledge of the guard shack.

  “What?”

  “The sound of your smile.”

  “Smiles don’t make sounds, goofy.”

  “Yours does, to me.”

  I take a step to hug him, eyes closed, but I completely wiff…but don’t fall, because his hand takes mine, steadying me, and it’s only then my eyes open and I realize he’s on a knee.

  One of his hands just kept me upright and the other is prepared to take me to the clouds. He’s holding a small, black velvet box in the other hand and his thumb flips it open, revealing an absolutely huge engagement ring.

  I don’t know anything about cut, clarity, color, or carats, but I know that ring is stunning in shape, clear as a sunny afternoon without a cloud in the sky, sparkling, and most certainly worth more money than I could probably make in a lifetime as a maid.

  “I don’t ever want to spend another night without you. You’re the star in my sky, whether night or day,” he says. “Be that shining star forever. Marry me.”

  He slides the ring on my finger without even waiting for a reply…it’s just like him to do that and I love it.

  “Yes,” I say, just for good measure.

  He growls, scoops me right off my feet as he kisses me hard.

  I hear his shoe make contact with the gate, which comes flying open.

  “Where are you taking me?” I giggle.

  “Where you belong. Home, with me.”

  “Good, because I could use some rest,” I joke, throwing him a big, proverbial softball right over the plate to see if he’s ready to hit a homerun with it.

  And of course he is.

  “Sleep? Well, we are headed to the bedroom, but that’s the last thing we’ll be doing.”

  I just laugh and throw my arms around his neck, pulling myself up to him.

  “I know. I was just playing with ya.”

  “Oh, we’re gonna play all right. But first, I’m going to claim you as mine.”

  “It’s about time,” I say, realizing that I’m the one who ruined the moment yesterday, but I don’t care anymore, and neither does he.

  We’re not living in the past, we’re only focused on the future. Our future…together.

  “You’re damn right it is,” he growls.

  CHAPTER 13

  Mandy

  Matteo tosses me on his California King bed as his hungry lips devour mine.

  The weight of the ring on my finger is very noticeable, and when he slides on top of me I slide my hand behind his neck as if I’m connecting the ring to his skin. It’s a token of our love that binds us, officially. And I just want to be so damn close to him right now, in every way.

  My ring touching my hand and his skin.

  His lips on mine.

  His cock buried inside me for the first time.

  His hands run up and down the length of my body, exploring my curves before he grabs the bottom of my shirt and yanks it up over my head. The words he said…his confession of love, combined with the aggression that is consuming him, gives me more confidence than I ever knew I had.

  I feel his hand slide up my back just before his first and second fingers unhook my bra with one scissoring motion. The second I feel my breasts free, they’re not…claimed by his hungry mouth as his lips latch onto my nipple, sucking it hard.

  I arch up into him, throwing my head back feeling like I’m ready to climax at any second.

  “Don’t you dare come yet,” he demands, as if he can read my mind. “This will slow us down for a second, as much as I hate to do it or waste another second of my life not being inside you for the first time.”

  He slides off me and stands next to the bed, making quick work of his clothes while I do the same in-between gawking at his perfect body.

  “What do the words tattooed on your arm say?” I finally muster the courage after all this time to ask.

  “They’re in Latin and there are a few. Ad astra per aspera, is the first, and it means through difficulties, to the stars. The second is ancora imparo, which reads, I am still learning. The next is audere est facere, which equates to, to dare is to do. Next up is aut viam inveniam aut faciam, one I’ve relied on for years which means, I will either find a way or make one. And how would it be complete without carpe diem…seize the day.”

  “How about you get over here and seize me,” I say looking in-between my legs.

  A devious smirk covers Matteo’s face. “My thoughts exactly.”

  Matteo jumps on top of me and I throw in one last one-liner. “Maybe it’s time to add, Amor vincit omnia.”

  “Love conquers all. How did you know that?”

  “Voracious reader. I love words, language, and—“

  His lips cover mine “…And kissing me,” he says.

  “Yes,” I mumble as best I can.

  My hands reach up and run along his muscles, with peaks and valleys that would make the Himalayans jealous.

  How the hell did I get so lucky? And why am I even asking myself that now? I deserve this. I deserve him. I deserve love.

  My hands slide along his thick back before gripping his forearms, which are like wired rope. His knuckles are pressed into the mattress next to me, his weight very noticeable.

  My hand slides down further and I take ahold of his thick cock, my mouth dropping opening at the size of it in my tiny hand. I can feel the precome on the top, and it’s pulsing, flexing, as I slide my hand along the shaft.

  “Look at what you’re doing to me,” he confesses, but there are no secrets here.

  “And look at what you’ve done to me,” I say, sliding one hand between my legs and then bringing it up between our faces where he quickly sucks the two digits that were just in my channel.

  His eyes roll back in his head as he breathes in deep. “Sweetest thing in the whole damn world.”

  “And untouched. Waiting for you all this time, even when I didn’t know I was.”

  “Because you’re my…”

  “Virgin,” I finish, not needing his help to complete his sentence.

  “And…”

  “Only yours.”

  His cock flexes both times at my words and I’m thinking he might come early, before he even makes it inside me.

  “Exactly as you should be….untouched by anyone on this entire planet, ever, except for me. And that’s exactly how it’s going to stay for the rest of my life…and that starts now. This is the moment we’ve been waiting for. Once I claim you…once I’m inside you, there’s no going back. You’re mine forever. You understand that? You understand me?”

  I breathe out hard, knowing this is the defining moment of my life, the beginning of my own family, and the chance to one day give our children all the love I never had. I swear I’m going to make up for lost time and spoil them like crazy.

  My pussy aches, clenching and coming up with nothing but air.

  “You
know my answer, but did I ever really have a choice?”

  “Not a fucking chance in hell…and this is gonna feel like heaven.”

  “You think so?” Being inside me being compared to that is beyond a big claim.

  “Look into my eyes and you’ll see.”

  “See, wha—“

  And just like that the tip of his cock parts my pussy lips and the expression on his face is like nothing I’ve ever seen. It truly is like he’s experiencing complete heavenly bliss. My eyelids flutter and go shut and I join him in this incredible sensation.

  “Oh my god, Matteo. Take me. Deeper. Pop my cherry and make me bleed on your sheets and show me I was always yours.”

  He growls deeper than the depths of hell, followed by a snarl just before I feel his dick slide in all the way until there’s nowhere else for it to go.

  “Mine,” he moans into my ear from above.

  His hips slide backwards and his dick pulls out of my channel. I instinctively reach for his ass, trying to pull him back into me, to take my innocence immediately.

  That void of him not inside me is the worst feeling in the world, but when his hips slide back forward again, it’s immediately replaced by the best feeling I’ve ever known.

  Connection. Togetherness. The promise of forever.

  My pussy clenches against his rod, trying to milk him of the seed that I know is right there, ready to breed me.

  “I’m trying to go slow, but it’s so damn hard,” he confesses.

  His lips gently find mine as the tip of his nose finds the tip of my nose too. It’s incredible, as if a spark was lit, sending fireworks off into the sky.

  “It’s just that you’re so tight, so perfect, and now…so mine.”

  “Take me. Show me who I belong to.”

  His hands grab my waist hard and he lifts my midsection up like he’s picking up nothing more than a pencil.

  His strokes increase in speed and tenacity and suddenly I’m moaning so loud I’m surprised his security detail isn’t knocking on the door.

  His cock finds my spot as his rhythm works my clit. He’s so damn big that there’s more than a prick of pain, but damn does it ever feel good.

  I feel so alive. So free, yet under his control at the same time.

  “Fuck, beautiful. Are you ready to make a baby with me?”

  “Uh huh,” I whimper.

  “Be the mother to our children…forever.”

  “Yes, Matteo! Yes. Come inside me.”

  I reach down for his balls, but they’re practically gone. He thrusts once more, this time contracting his ass hard so he’s buried so far inside me it’s impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins.

  “Oh my god, I love you!” he shouts just before an absolute geyser erupts from the head of his cock, exploding inside me and sending me right into an earth-shattering climax of my own.

  But this isn’t the climax, this is only the beginning…of our life together.

  I flop like a fish as his various muscles take turn flexing, releasing, and then spasming, before he collapses on top of me.

  Quickly he rolls to the side of me, but doesn’t remove his babymaker, just pulling me in tight as our hearts pound against our rib cages in unison.

  I feel his hand along the sheet and then he brings it up in-between our faces.

  “Red,” I say.

  “This may seem odd to you, but when you join the mafia you do it with your own blood. Now, you’re my heart and soul, my everything, and my blood. And this is my proof that those are more than just words.”

  He slides his fingers in his mouth and when he pulls them out they’re clean.

  “I don’t know what to say,” I say, a little shocked at that gesture, but realize that he’s showing me all the ways that I’m his. It’s completely over the top, and completely what I’d expect of my man.

  My man.

  “Am I hurting you,” he says, suddenly aware of how tight he’s squeezing me.

  “No. Not only can I take it, but I like it. I can feel your heart beating in rhythm with mine.”

  “That’s because it beats for you. It always has and always will.” He pauses. “We truly were meant for each other.”

  “Definitely.”

  “I love you, my soon to be wife, my life, my everything.”

  “And I love you, my Italian mafia man.”

  The tip of his nose brushes mine and everything is perfect in the world.

  EPILOGUE

  Matteo

  One Year Later

  “Boss, is that you?” Anthony asks.

  I look over my shoulder, realizing he’s caught me in the act…of changing Maria’s diaper.

  “You got me.”

  “Whoa, I never thought I’d see the day,” he says, entering my baby’s room at just after three in the morning.

  “Me either, until I saw her.”

  “Are you gonna go and get all romantic and lovey dovey on me now, big guy?”

  “Don’t think I’ve gone soft just because I’m a family man now. If anything I’m worse than I was before.”

  “Impossible.”

  “Very possible, it’s just that you see me here at the house, relaxed and in my element.”

  “Your new element.”

  “True, but if anyone tried to mess with my family, I swear I’d bring down the wrath of…there’s not even a word for it. All I know is it would be the swiftest finality ever known to man.”

  “Swiftest finality. You think the house is bugged or something?”

  I can’t help but crack a smile. “Nah, it’s just that I don’t like saying kill or death around my two girls. Mandy’s a voracious reader and language means everything to her. She’s really taught me the nuances and how synonyms might be linked in the thesaurus, but hit the reader, or listener, with a whole different kind of gravity.”

  “That’s deep, boss. You sound like a philosopher or something. Mandy’s really taught you some things huh.”

  “Like how to change a diaper?”

  I look around Anthony’s hulking figure and see my wife behind him in the doorway, in her pajamas with a robe over the top. Thank god she put the robe on, but she knows to do that. I’d absolutely freak out if another man saw her in her nightwear.

  Plus Anthony is wise enough, and a good enough friend to not turn to look at her.

  “Morning Mrs. M,” he says. “I’ll just see myself out, boss. Just finished the rounds and heard a noise, that’s all.”

  “Thanks, my brother,” I say and offer him a fist bump, which he quickly returns before leaving the nursery.

  “Look at you,” Mandy says.

  “Look at you,” I say, pulling open her robe with my free hand.

  “You’re always looking at me. That’s how we got Maria in the first place.”

  “You know I can’t take my eyes off you.”

  “Even though I haven’t lost the baby weight?”

  My teeth clench at that word weight. Baby weight. Our baby. Our three-month-old who’s just two feet from me. The child, the life, we made together. And then my hand clenches around my wife’s waist, pulling her into me.

  “Anything that has to do with our family only makes me want you that much more. You know that,” I say, kissing her on top of her head.

  “I know, you…reminded…me of that three times tonight already.”

  “Technically it was twice yesterday, and then once after midnight, so that counts as today already.”

  “Even after a year, and the baby, and the extra weight, and my mood swings, and—”

  My finger moves from the inside of her robe to her mouth, silencing her.

  “Key phrase you just repeated over and over again?”

  She rewinds her words in her mind and says, “And the?”

  “That’s right, as in and the way that I loved you since the first moment I saw you, and the way that I love you now, and the way that I’ll always love you…and the way you’ll always drive me wild.
” I pause before taking her hand and placing it on my cock. “See?”