Mafia King’s Bride

32. Dmitri

THIRTY-TWO

DMITRI

“What’re you doing here?” I ask, unable to suppress the smile that spreads across my face as Ana appears in the doorway. It’s a reaction I’m still getting used to, this involuntary warmth that floods through me at the mere sight of her.

She approaches my desk with a secretive smile, one hand hidden behind her back. “Is it weird for me to come see my husband?” she says, but I can see right through her attempt at nonchalance. Something’s definitely up.

I’ve noticed she’s been off for the past four days, ever since she came home late that night. I didn’t push then, it was clear she didn’t want to talk about it. But now…

“It’s not weird at all,” I say, rising to meet her. I take her in my arms, kissing her tenderly. We’ve been gentler with each other lately, mostly at Ana’s initiation. I find myself craving these soft moments more and more.

She’s been coming home early, making dinner, insisting we all eat together. It feels almost like courtship. The thought both thrills and unnerves me.

“I brought this for you,” Ana says, presenting a box. “I hope you like it.”

As I open it, I’m momentarily stunned by the timepiece inside. It’s a Rolex Daytona, its platinum case gleaming under the office lights. The ice blue dial catches my eye immediately, a color as captivating and unique as Ana herself. The chronograph subdials add a layer of sophistication that speaks to both form and function.

“A man like you should have a watch that matches your power and influence,” Ana says softly, a hint of pride in her voice. “Something that commands respect the moment people see it.”

Her words stir something deep within me, not just pride, but a profound appreciation for how she sees me. As I slip the watch onto my wrist, feeling its comfortable weight, I pull her close again. Her lips part under my touch, and I can’t resist nipping at her bottom lip. She whimpers, and the sound sends a shiver through me. My hands roam her back, cupping her ass gently.

Ana purrs, her palm warm against my chest. It takes all my willpower to pull away.

“What’s the special occasion?” I ask, searching her eyes.

She shrugs, biting her lip in that way that drives me wild. “No occasion. I just thought you deserved something special. And...I thought we could go for a picnic after work. Watch the sunset together.”

The combination of her thoughtful gift and the suggestion of spending time together makes my heart swell in a way I’m still getting used to. It’s a feeling that only Ana can evoke in me. But I can’t hold back a sigh. Something’s not right, and I can’t ignore it anymore.

“Is there anything going on, kotyonok ?” I ask gently.

“No,” she says quickly. “Why would you think that?”

I move back to my seat, needing some distance to think clearly. When she’s close, it’s too easy to get lost in her.

“You’ve been acting differently since that night you came home late,” I say cautiously. “I didn’t want to pry then, but I’m getting worried, Ana. What’s going on?”

Her smile is too bright, too forced. “Nothing. I just...I went to see my mom’s grave. I got emotional. Then I stopped for a drink. That’s all.”

My heart clenches. “I’m sorry,” I say softly. “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t tell you,” she admits, perching on the edge of my desk. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

I pull her close again, kissing her gently. “I want you to tell me everything, Ana. The good and the bad. You’re my wife. Okay?”

She nods, lips pressed tight. “Okay.”

I glance at the clock, an idea forming. “You know what? Let’s go now. We can have some fun while we wait for the sunset.”

Her smile—genuine this time—is all the answer I need. As I lift her into my arms, I’m struck by how much she’s changed me. The old Dmitri would never have dropped everything for an impromptu picnic. But for Ana, I’d move mountains.

Her fingers fist my collar and she tilts her hips, grinding against my crotch.

“You naughty woman.” I chuckle, cupping her ass and rubbing it. “It looks like you want an appetizer first?”

“You know what I want,” she murmurs.

I grab her chin lightly, looking into her eyes. “Say it.”

Her eyes hold a challenge and a fire that fuels desire inside me, increasing the urge to fuck her against the wall, on the desk, until everyone can hear us.

“I’m waiting,” I prompt.

She pulls a corner of her lip between her teeth and rubs her palm across my chest. I spank her ass, and she gasps, her pupils widening.

“ Kotyonok?”

“You.”

“What do you want from me?” My palm swats across her behind again, and she almost loses the grip of her other hand around my neck.

“I want you. Inside me,” she murmurs.

I grunt in satisfaction. “Good girl.”

Setting her down, I lead Ana to the wall, gesturing for her to put her hands against it. Slowly, I pull down her pants and underwear, kissing her thighs as I slide down.

She moans quietly as I spread her legs, making my way up again with more kisses, and her back arches when my tongue glides over her pussy, licking from her clit and down her slit.

I push my tongue in, lapping and feeling her wetness coat me as she pushes back, riding my face with reckless abandon. Her moans get louder the faster I get, and when I feel her pulsing, I pull away.

“I want to feel you clench around my dick when you come,” I say, unbuckling my pants. “I want you begging me to make you come.”

With my hands firmly on her hips, I slide in.

My thrusts are deep and slow at first, and she takes me eagerly, gasping when I spank her. Her legs tremble, and I bring her close with my hands around her waist before hoisting her high and going to the chair.

Leaning back, I watch Ana as she bounces on my dick, her hands cupping her breasts and her head thrown back.

“ Kotyonok ,” I groan, nearing the edge. “Fucking gorgeous,” I say hoarsely, replacing her hands with mine. “I could look at you every day for the rest of my life and never get used to how beautiful you are.”

When her head falls on my chest, I take over—pounding hard this time and angling my hips to hit every spot.

She exhales heavily in my ear as her climax hits, shuddering for a minute before she goes limp. I grunt as I come.

“I love you,” Ana says as my fingers lazily comb through her hair, her head resting on my chest.

She lifts her head, and in her shining eyes, I see the truth, bright as day.

Have I ever felt this happy before?

“I love you, Anastasia Orlov,” I respond with every iota of love and the promises I’ve made to myself—to love and cherish her.

She sighs contentedly. “I’m happy.”

“Me too,” I caress her cheek.

We bask in rich silence for a while before she gets off my lap. “Are we still going on the picnic?”

“I’ve got a more beautiful sunset in front of me, but yeah.” I nod.

I watch as she puts her clothes back on, exhaling repeatedly. If anyone had suggested that I might fall in love with Ana when we got married, I would’ve swiftly judged them to be a fool.

But this, to me, is what life should be like.

I just hope I can hold onto it forever.