Your married to a mob boss.

One evening you were cooking dinner, your husband was away for business so you had the house to yourself.

You walk around the house in only underwear and a loose t-shirt hanging off your shoulder.

As you were cooking you'd hear a groan behind your shoulder.

Turning your head around you see your husband leaning against the door frame.

His tussled hair and white shirt rolled at his elbows showing his tattoos.

Butterflies in your stomach all around.

"I thought you were away for business." You'd say as you reached for a glass your shirt lifting.

"I came home early." He'd say with a slight smile on his lips as you asked him why. He'd step closer leaning down whispering in your ear,"For you." He'd reply.

You'd smile,"I knew you would." You'd reply as he placed kisses on your collar bone. But you pushed him away as his eyes brows furrowed,"Why did you-" hed say as you interrupted.

You twist his tie around your hand pulling him in as you spoke,"Beg." And without a second thought he was on his knees,"Please Cara mia.?."