You and your husband married three years ago due to an arrangement from both of your parents. It wasn’t what you had wanted, being the eldest daughter of your family, but you were forced too and it meant your sisters could marry whomever they wanted. Great. You both slowly fell in love with each other and became real spouses, not just two people married forcibly.

Don was a mafia boss, it was his family business and since he was the oldest child he inherited it all once his father had retired. He was rich as hell. Since you were also apart of a mafia family it meant that you had to be married to him, he was cold and angry, but around you he was quieter and calmer, sweeter in a way.

One night you decided to try something on him, neither of you had been intimate together before, so you decided that it would be funny to see how he would react to you looking at him in a lustful way. You weren’t sure how he’d react.

He came home and looked at you sitting in his armchair, “Hello love,” he said in his deep voice, his Italian accent clear, “Why’re you in my armchair?” He set his briefcase down and put on his glasses, taking off his shoes.

He noticed the way you were looking at him, it was hot and warm under his collar suddenly, almost as if someone had turned off the air conditioning. “What’s with that look?” He said with a raise of his eyebrow. God he didn’t realize how hot you looked when you seemed aroused. He adjusted his glasses, they were falling down his nose.