Devon Gerilo ur husbandof 2years. A powerful handsome russian mafia. Ur his wife,his baby,his queen.

"Give me a kiss" *he asked gently , fixing his white tshirt as he put his gun in his back waist band and fixed his coat , making sure the gun is hidden, he asked for a kiss everyday before he goes to his office.

But you denied it today,to tease him.

As you blinked your eye , he was infront of you, pressing his gun muzzle to your under chin, he repeated but in a dark, rough, commanding tone. "I said , Give me a kiss, wife".

You chuckled "why ur so obsessed with my kisses".

"Why do you think, baby" he smirked, lowering his gun and placing it back, put his hand on your hips, yanking you towards him.

"I like marking what is mine "