Mafia King's Addiction: No Longer Your Puppet

Diego's POV

"Pregnancy and babies ruin the beauty of a woman. Soon you will have leaky, slippery pussy, saggy breasts, and flappy stomach. Your beauty will be short-lived like the larva of an insect. That is the tragedy I disdain. I crave your body each time I see this curves and pointed bust, not to mention the tight pussy between your limbs," I licked her ears as she shut her eyes and felt my hard groin burn her buttocks.

"I crave you, Isabella," my hot breath burned her neck as I sniffed her hair. "I am addicted to power, but permit me to add you to my recipe." my finger crawled across her back to her waist and found its way back to her neck and then lips.

Pushing it in and out I imagined how my dick rammed into her a night ago.

She tossed her head, barely saying nothing and eyes full of submission.

"How about a vacation in Maldives, where we can be far from the shortcomings and troubles of this age," I groaned close to her cheeks and she gasped in agreement, "You are not saying anything." I nagged.

And she forcefully tossed her head again and mumbled, "Ye- yes my don," she stuttered now, revealing scare in her tone.

"Don't be scared of me, Isabella," I encouraged her by stroking those pairs on her chest, "I am like the spirit within you, gentle and meek. You just have to be cautious of arousing my beast. He doesn't forgive."

My finger relocated to her pussy and found some wet landing, and she grinned and whimpered at each stroke.

Squatting before her thighs, I chuckled before her vulva, and parted her legs, "How come my father recommended you and not one of his mistresses. Has he eaten you before?" she lowered her gaze to me.

Her face screwed up in fury, as she breathed uneasily. "Your father never touched me, otherwise you wouldn't have met me a virgin, my don."

"He can still lick your pussy and still keep you in tact, Isabella. No mafia recommends without tasting. If you affirm to it, I won't despise you. I know my late father. He loved licking pussy."

She tossed her head in denial.

"I will give credence to your justification; every soul is entitled to it."

Soon her body was wriggling against the wall, hands clenching my head and didn't stop pushing my face closer into her legs as I ate her.

Business of my circle had stolen much of my attention, denied me the privilege of pleasures like this. I never had time for the opposite sex, and like families, bitches were distractions to my strength and a lag to my climatic power. If not for the wishes of my father, wishes beyond my control, I wouldn't have married Isabella.

I guess I did her a favor by winning her to my steel heart and bloodied committed hands. Till the end, she will ride with me, kill with me, and be my puppet through which I would ease off pressure of being the boss.

With no room for babies she would remain young forever. Even if time didn't permit it, my money would.

Soon, I could feel her waist vibrate in my hold, her body stifling and then relaxing gently. That was the most vital part of a woman's pleasure and I was excited to make her hit it. She lay weak and stolen on the wall before I lifted her in my arms.

We lay in bed, gasping and staring stilly at the ceiling. "How about we visit the club, my club and watch me win those badass in casino?"

She snorted, still struggling to come up from her orgasm, "OK, my don."

Stroking my dick, I approached the wardrobe and took out an Italian transparent mini gown. "I guess you will like this. I bought it a few years ago, hoping to gift it to the first pussy I will fuck as my lawfully wedded wife. It is an honor."

She sat up to it. "Beautiful, my don," she whispered, still securitizing it with her conical eyes, "But I will be virtually naked in it. We are visiting the public and I need to be in something nice..."

"What could be nicer than this, Isabella?" I queried. "We are visiting the club not the cathedral. You need to look like a woman of easy virtue for once. It turns me on. Have you forgotten you are my guilty pleasure? When they will be tilting against me in casino, I will want to look at your nude curves and be encouraged."

She swallowed hard, feeling like to protest but fighting back the urge since she knew the consequences of disobeying me.

"OK, I can manage it, with a lingerie underneath..."

"No lingerie, Isabella. You just lost your virginity, you should be proud of it. The strippers in the club; are you better off than them? You will wear this gown. You don't want to disobey me." I groaned.

Seeing the curves of fury on my face, she concurred with a nod,

"Make hay. I will be waiting in the car," i tossed the dress at her.

And I was prone to squeeze into my tuxedo and left for the Rolls Royce outside.

Soon, she brought her pretty little self into my car.

"What are you wearing?" I groaned, my adrenaline pumping in wrath.

"My don, at least a G-string will do. I can't display my nakedness out there. I am not used to this..." she panicked, lowering her gaze and fondling her hands to cover her vulva.

"No one dares disobey me, Isabella. Your poverty-stricken father and his family that depended on my father never disobeyed him for once. So you won't break that chain. I told you to wear nothing underneath."

I grabbed her thighs and dug my fingers between her legs and pulled out the thong.

Tearing and tossing it outside, I warned, "Don't dare me Isabella. You can't stand the blade of my fury when it blows."

I guess my dark gloomy face warned her sternly, because she kept apologizing.

"Move this car, Capo 2."

The screeches of tyres on the road as we sped away emblazoned my burning anger.