Arranged Mafia Marriage

Chapter 18Kiril

18

Kiril

A s the days crawl by, the Atlantic City trip looms ahead, but right now, I have more pressing concerns. I came home early to surprise Felicity, but she’s nowhere to be found. Again.

Elena’s words, reluctantly given when I interrogated her about my wife’s whereabouts moments before, echo in my head as I make my way to my office. “Mr. Pimaslov, Mrs. Pimaslov has been out for hours every day this week,” she had said, her weathered face creased with worry. “I thought you knew.”

I settle behind my desk, fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the polished wood. Where could Felicity be going? And why hasn’t she told me?

The sound of the front door opening catches my attention. I hear Felicity’s lilting laugh, followed by Viktor’s deep rumble. My jaw clenches. What is my wife doing out with my head of security for hours each day? Is she cheating on me? Is she in love with him? The thought makes me want to punch something, especially Viktor, but I try to rein in my spiraling thoughts before I completely lose control and turn on someone I assigned to accompany her.

I stand, straightening my suit jacket as I make my way to the foyer. Felicity’s cheeks are flushed, and she seems particularly vivacious as she chatters away to Viktor. They both fall silent when they see me.

“Welcome home,” I say, my voice colder than intended. “Where have you been?”

Felicity’s smile falters for a moment before returning full force. “Kiril? I didn’t expect you home so early.” She crosses the room, rising on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my cheek. “How was your day?”

I don’t answer, staring at Viktor. He steadily meets my gaze, his expression neutral. “Viktor, thank you for escorting my wife. That will be all for today.”

Viktor nods, understanding the dismissal. “Of course, boss. Mrs. Pimaslov, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As the door closes behind him, I turn to Felicity. “Tomorrow? What’s happening tomorrow?”

She bites her lip, a telltale sign of nervousness. “Can we talk about this in private?”

I gesture toward my office, following her inside. She perches on the edge of my desk, her legs swinging slightly. I remain standing, arms crossed.

“Well?” I prompt, trying not to make any accusations. She deserves a chance to explain herself.

Felicity takes a deep breath. “I got a job.”

Of all the things I expected her to say, this wasn’t one of them. “A job? What kind of job? You don’t need to work anymore. Is this about the credit card? I thought we were past that already.”

“No, it’s not about that. I’m teaching dance classes at ‘Starlight Dance Studio.’ It’s not far from here, actually. Just a few blocks away.”

I stare at her, incredulous. “You’re pregnant. You can’t be dancing.”

She shakes her head, her short hair swinging with the movement. “I’m not dancing, Kiril. I’m teaching. Guiding, not demonstrating. It’s perfectly safe, and besides, if I wanted to dance, I could. It’s perfectly safe for me to do a little exercise. In fact, it’s probably healthier than sitting around all day inside.”

“Safe?” I scoff. “Nothing about this situation is safe. You’re the wife of a Bratva boss. You can’t just wander around the city teaching dance classes.”

Felicity’s eyes flash with defiance, something I’ve grown used to but still dislike. “I’m not wandering. Viktor’s been escorting me, and I need this. I need something that’s mine, something beyond the Bratva. You suggested I volunteer, and I approached the owner of the studio, but she hired me instead.”

I shake my head, frustration building. “You have everything you could want here. Why risk your safety for some dance classes?”

“Because it’s who I am.” Felicity stands, her small frame vibrating with intensity. “I’m more than just your wife or the mother of your child. I’m a dancer and a teacher. It’s part of me, and I won’t give it up.”

We stare at each other, the air in the room us buzzing with electric tension. I see her determination, but I also see the vulnerability and need for something familiar in this new world she’s been thrust into.

Just like that, my anger deflates. “I understand you need this, but you have to understand my position. Your safety is paramount.”

She steps closer, placing her palm over my heart. “I do understand. That’s why I’ve had Viktor with me at all times, and the studio is so close, we can add extra security measures if you want. I doubt the owner will care. She’s about to retire.” Her eyes sparkle. “With the money Santino gave me, I can buy it.”

I cover her hand with mine, feeling the warmth of her skin in her excitement. “Extra security is a must and non-negotiable, and I want to visit this studio myself to make sure it’s secure.” I can’t bring myself to crush her enthusiasm, so I don’t raise any objections to the idea of her purchasing it someday. I’ll deal with that when the situation arises.

Felicity’s face lights up. “Really? You’re okay with this?”

I let out a deep sigh. “I’m not thrilled, but I can see how much it means to you. We’ll make it work safely.”

She throws her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine. “Thank you, Kiril. You won’t regret this.”

As I hold her, I hope I won’t. The thought of her out there, vulnerable, makes my stomach churn, but the joy radiating from her is undeniable. I don’t ever want to be angry at her, and I can’t stand it when she is upset with me. She’s my one weakness, and I think she’s starting to figure that out.

I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. “No more secrets though. You tell me everything from now on, understood?”

Felicity nods, her expression serious. “Understood. No more secrets.”

I capture her lips in a searing kiss, moving my hands down her back to cup her ass. She responds eagerly, tangling her fingers in my hair.

I lift her easily, carrying her to the desk. She gasps as I set her down, wrapping her legs around my waist. I trail kisses down her neck, reveling in the soft sounds she makes.

I pull her shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts and take a moment to admire them before bending down to suck a nipple into my mouth.

She arches her back, moaning as I swirl my tongue around the sensitive bud. I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention. She grinds against me, her arousal evident.

I pull away, smirking at her whimper of protest. I quickly unbutton my pants, freeing my aching cock. She watches with hooded eyes as I stroke myself, coating my length with precum.

She frowns at me. “You’d better not be planning a quickie on your desk. I want to at least take off our clothes.”

I laugh at her and lean down for a ravaging kiss. She’s flushed and breathless when I break away. “I’ll be sure you’re utterly satisfied, darling.” I pull down the waistband of her yoga pants to admire her thong. “You’re already wet for me.”

She bites her lip, nodding. “I’ve been wet since we started arguing.”

I chuckle, pulling her to the edge of the desk. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I tease her, rubbing my cock against her wetness.

She whimpers, trying to push against me. “Please, Kiril. I need you.”

“I need you too.” I strip off her yoga pants the rest of the way and grasp the elastic of her tiny panties. Such a pretty pussy. I need to taste it. I drop to my knees and pull her to the edge of the desk while removing her thong. I spread her thighs wide and bury my face in her pussy.

She cries out, digging her fingers into my hair. I lap at her juices, savoring her sweet flavor. I find her clit and suck it into my mouth, making her writhe in pleasure. When I slip my tongue lower, she bucks against me, moaning loudly.

She tastes so good. I can’t get enough. I continue licking and sucking her clit until she’s trembling with need. I’ve learned every inch of her sweet pussy by now, and I explore it all again thoroughly. I pause to press the broadside of my tongue against her clit, which makes her cream so much that it runs down my chin. She’s trembling, clearly on the verge of orgasm, but I’m not ready to let her come yet. I want to make her squirt.

It’s a silent goal I haven’t shared with her, but I want to see her come so hard that she drenches everything. Today feels like it might be the right time to make it happen, so I redouble my efforts, flicking my tongue rapidly over her clit. She’s so wet that I easily slide two fingers into her slick channel, curling them to massage her inner walls.

She cries out, bucking against me as I finger her. I keep licking and sucking her clit, feeling her tighten around my fingers. She’s close, so I add a third finger, stretching her. She gasps, but I don’t stop. I want her to feel every inch of me inside her.

I pump my fingers, driving her closer to the edge. She’s so wet that I’m able to add a fourth finger, making her moan in pleasure. I suck her clit harder, and she finally comes undone, screaming my name. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers and coats me with a gush of hot liquid that fills me with a surge of manly satisfaction. I keep licking and sucking her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she’s shaking and begging me to stop. “No more, please.”

I give her clit one last lick before standing up and kissing her deeply. She can taste herself on my lips, and I love the way she moans into my mouth. I reach down and stroke my cock, which is rock hard and aching for release. “Are you ready for me?”

She eagerly nods, spreading her legs wider. I pull them together instead, shifting them to the side so I can enter her when she’s as tight as possible. We both grunt as I push inside her, her pussy squeezing me like a vise. She’s so wet that I have no trouble sliding all the way in, bottoming out inside her.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” I groan, starting to move as I keep one hand on her calves to keep her from moving. “So tight like this. You’re strangling my cock.”

She whimpers, clenching her pussy around me rhythmically as I thrust in and out of her. I lean down to kiss her, our tongues tangling as I fuck her. It doesn’t take long before I’m close to coming. I break the kiss and look down at her, watching her breasts bounce with every thrust. “I want you to come again for me. Can you do that? I want to feel you come on my cock.”

She nods, biting her lip as I fuck her harder. I can tell she’s getting close, so I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb, slipping it carefully between her puffy lips. Just that light contact is enough, and she cries out, squeezing my cock as she comes again. I thrust in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm until I can’t hold back any longer. I bury myself deeply inside her, groaning as I fill her with my seed.

We stay like that for a moment, catching our breath. Watching her breasts rise and fall is almost hypnotic when she’s panting for breath. I can’t bring myself to slide out of her until we’re both breathing almost normally again. My cock is still semi-rigid but too sensitive to fuck her again just yet.

She sits up and runs her fingers through my hair, a soft smile on her lips. “I love you,” she murmurs, looking startled that she made the admission before her expression turns to uncertainty.

I stare at Felicity, her words echoing in my mind. Startled is too tepid for how I feel. “I love you.” Three simple words that carry so much weight. My mouth is dry, and for a moment, I’m at a loss for words.

“Kiril?” Her voice wavers, uncertainty creeping into her tone. “Did you hear me?”

I snap out of my daze and cup her face in my hands. “I heard you, and I love you too. More than I ever thought possible.”

A huge smile spreads across her face. “Really?”

“Really,” I confirm, leaning in to kiss her softly. When we part, I make a sudden decision. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

She looks confused but excited. “Out? Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. Just wear something nice.”

As she hurries to get ready, I make a few quick phone calls. Within minutes, everything is arranged. I change into a crisp suit and wait for Felicity in the living room.

She emerges wearing a stunning red dress that perfectly hugs her curves. Her hair is styled in soft waves around her face, and her makeup is subtle but enhancing. She takes my breath away.

“You look beautiful,” I say in a choked tone, offering her my arm.

We take the elevator down to the garage, where the sleek black car awaits us. Viktor is at the door, nodding as we slide into the back seat. He closes the door before getting behind the wheel.

“Where are we going?” asks Felicity again as we drive through the city.

I smirk. “Patience, my love . You’ll see soon enough.”

We pull up to a private airfield, where my jet is waiting. Felicity’s eyes widen. “Kiril, what’s going on?”

I lead her onto the plane, where the interior has been transformed. Rose petals are scattered across the floor, and candles flicker on every surface. A table for two is set up, complete with champagne on ice.

“I wanted to do something special,” I say as we sit down. “To celebrate our love.”

She blinks back tears. “This is amazing, but isn’t it a bit much for just dinner?”

I chuckle. “Who said anything about just dinner?”

The plane takes off smoothly, and we enjoy a gourmet meal as we fly over the city. Felicity gasps as she looks out the window, taking in the twinkling lights below.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” I say, raising my glass in a toast.

After dinner, I take her hand and lead her to the back of the plane, where a door separates us from the main cabin. I open it to reveal a luxurious bedroom, complete with a king-sized bed covered in rose petals.

She gasps with surprise. “Kiril, is this...”

I nod. “Our mile-high honeymoon suite.”

She laughs, the sound music to my ears. “You’re incorrigible.”

I pull her close, my hands resting on her hips. “Only for you.”

Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, and I savor the taste of her, and the feel of her body against mine. As we undress each other, I take my time, worshiping every inch of her skin with my lips and hands.

We make love slowly, savoring each touch and kiss. It’s different from our usual encounters, being more tender and emotional. When we finally reach our peak together, I hold her close, never wanting to let go.

Afterward, we lie tangled in the sheets, and her head rests on my chest. I stroke her hair absently, marveling at how much my life has changed since she entered it.

“Kiril?” Felicity’s voice is soft, almost hesitant.

“Yes, darling?”

She props herself up on an elbow to look at me. “I know our marriage started as an arrangement, but I’m glad it became more. I never expected to fall in love with you, but I have. Completely and utterly.”

I pull her down for a kiss, pouring all my emotions into it. When we part, I say, “I never expected this either, but you’ve changed me, Felicity. You’ve made me want to be a better man.”

She smiles, tracing patterns on my chest. “You’re already a good man, Kiril. You just needed someone to see beneath your tough pakhan exterior.”

“ Nyet . I’m not good, but I’ll be good to you and everyone we care about.”

Her eyes shine. “That’s all I ask.”

We spend the rest of the flight talking, laughing, and making love. As we begin our descent back into the city, I hold Felicity close, marveling at how lucky I am. “I have something for you,” I say, reaching into the nightstand by the bed. I’m sure my personal shopper delivered it before takeoff once I sent her an idea of what I wanted.

Felicity watches curiously as I pull out a small velvet box. She blinks as I open it, revealing a stunning diamond ring. “But we’re already married,” she says, confused.

I take the ring out and slide it onto her finger. “We are, but our first wedding was rushed, out of necessity, and there was no real proposal. This is me asking you, Felicity Pimaslov, if you’ll marry me again. This time, with all our friends and family present. A real celebration of our love.”

Tears spill down Felicity’s cheeks as she nods. “I don’t need a new wedding, but I would love a fresh start.”

As the plane touches down, I kiss my wife. Our love started as an arrangement, but it’s become something so much more. Something unbreakable, and I might not deserve it, but I’ll fight until my last breath to preserve it.