Marrying the Mafia

Intoxication (spice)

Without warning, I insert a finger inside of Aria, earning a gasp of approval. I can't get enough of how sweet she tastes. Her breathing increases drastically as she's unable to form words or sentences for that matter. Her hands find their way to my hair and she grinds against me as I flick her clit with my tongue and work my fingers in and out of her.

"Derek, I'm gonna fucking- Ugh!" Aria's sentence is cut off as her head flies back with the rest of her body. She dangles half way over the bar as she unwinds all over my fingers. I continue to torture her clit until she rides out her orgasm.

"Good girl," I coo, slipping my fingers out and licking them clean. I smile as Aria comes back to her senses and sits up. Her face is bewildered as her heart thumps against her ribcage. "You alright?" I make sure, cupping Aria's cheek with my hand. She nods slowly as she looks down her mess. The mess she made all for me.

"That..." Aria breathes as I grab a near by towel from the bar to wipe her up. Her gaze is light as her head spins.

"I'm happy to help any time, preziosa," I reply, planting a kiss on her forehead. I help her off the counter and pull up her pants. Aria holds back a smile of somesorts as I guide her towards the steps. I wonder what she's truly thinking as her legs shake all the way up the steps. I smile to myself knowing that was my work and my work alone. I truly worship this woman.

    A few days go by and Aria's paid me three nightly visits. Each time she didn't want anything sexual, she just wanted to spend time with me, which I find rather odd given the way she unraveled beneath me just a few days ago.

"You fucked him?!" A man's voice booms beyond my door followed by Aria's.

"Even if I did, it's none of your damn business!" She shouts, her voice strong-willed. I hold myself back, wanting nothing more than to jump in at this point, but I know I can't. Aria wouldn't appreciate it, especially since I know she's capable of fighting her own battles.

"It is my business! We were getting fucking married, Aria! You really think I just stopped loving you!" Ryder's voice is more clear as they grow nearer and nearer to my bedroom door. I don't think they know I'm home. I left Aria earlier when Ryder wasn't home and checked on warehouse business. I quietly came in under the assumption she was sleeping since it's roughly midnight.

"No! Don't fucking pull that shit, Ryder! You never loved me!" Aria screams, her voice having a ping of hurt.

"You don't live in my head! I've done nothing but protect you, my love," Ryder's voice calms down as there's a thud against my door.

"Let go of me."

That's enough for me to jump up and bolt to my door. I cock my gun and open the door as fast as I can, allowing Aria to have a cushioning landing into my chest.

With a gun pointed at his forehead, Ryder clicks his tongue and glare at me with fury. Regardless of my love for her; one, she's a woman, and two she's my wife. Even if I didn't love her, my loyalties are to my wife the very second I say I do and sign that certificate.

"She said, let go, prick," I repeat. Ryder contemplates pushing my buttons, but his thoughts are quickly shut down the second his eyes flick back to my barrel. His hands release Aria and I push her into my room before closing the door on her, leaving me to deal with Ryder.

"Lay another hand on her again and I'm fucking shooting you. If you weren't my father's son, you'd be fucking dead already," I threaten, my tone venial. Ryder scoffs as he crosses his arms.

"You know as well as I that the second you do that, Delina will turn on you and kill Aria anyways," Ryder retorts. My nostrils flare as Ryder's face contorts into a smug, shit eating grin.

"Mark my fucking words, Ryder. The day you die, it will be by my fucking hand," I seethe, my hatred for my brother growing by the second. My heart races with anger as fire fuels my veins.

"We'll see about that," Ryder begins to walk away, satisfied with his final, shitty response. Taking a deep breath, I walk back in my room to see Aria quietly crying on my bed.

    "What happened out there, love?" I ask quietly, taking a spot next to Aria on my bed. I gently wrap my arm around her as if she's a delicate piece of glass. Aria's quiet sobs grow louder as her head collides with my chest and grips my shirt.

"I wa-wanna go ho-home," Aria hiccups through sobs. I slowly run my free hand through her head as I take in her words. Letting her go home is so dangerous. She has almost twelve different bounties on her head for quite a few reasons. She's an affluent progidy, as well as my wife. People also want to kill her for the sole fact that she and Ryder weren't the ones getting married, which I'm positive Ryder himself is behind all of that shit.

"I know, preziosa. As much as you may not think so, I wish you were able to go home as well. I hate seeing you sad and upset. But, unfortunately, we have even bigger problems than money. People want you dead and I can't protect you if you're at home," I reason, explaining the situation to her. I'm not keeping her here for selfish reasons, but having her here with me all the time is quite a bonus.

Aria looks up at me with her tears streaming down her face like waterfalls. I kiss away her hot tears and hold her close to me as she clings to me like a child, sitting on my lap now. I feel powerless as I can't do anything but hold her right now. I would tell her my intentions of killing everyone that comes within ten feet of her, but that won't help much right now. Right now she needs to grieve and feel and I'm ready to be there for her every step of the way...