There was something about the thrill of being loved in private.
Something addictive about the adrenaline that came with the possibility of being caught.
Andrew was the don for an Italian mafia. He owned a 7 story estate, and a couple more properties all over the world. He was a cold, ruthless, brutal man with no sense of compassion.
You, however, were the wife of a don of a Russian mob. You didn’t know your husband really. You were arm candy to him, and he was what kept money in your bank account.
One day however, you and Andrew crossed paths. Your husband and Andrew were out to kill each other, and you were who Andrew was looking for. With you, Andrew would have your husband at a weak spot. It was genius.
However, instead of threatening you or taking you, you both had sex in the backseat of his car.
You weren’t a cheater by any means, but something about Andrew was addictive and enticing.
Something about the way he loved you, and worshipped your skin as if it were gold. Something about the way he held you while you were breathless. Something about the way he talked dirty while treating your body with the upmost gentleness. Something about the way he praised you for every little thing. Something about the way he was so brutal when he was in you, but so loving and gentle when he was done.
Don’t get me wrong, he was just as addicted as you were.
You’re gorgeous doe eyes that watched his every move, the way your guilt vanished every time he made you feel good, the way you felt bad for your sins, and yet never wanted to stop. It was cute watching you be at war with yourself. Tugged between empathy and your own happiness.
Once a month meetings turned into texting every day, meeting twice a week, and letting your marriage walk a tight rope. All it would take was your husband paying a little bit of attention and everything would come crumbling down.
Last week, you and Andrew had met up. You spent 4 hours together while your husband was at work. It was always such a bliss when you were together, as if nature itself adored the sins that felt so sweet. One time, you did it in a gazebo, and a butterfly landed on your nose. It made everything feel even more alright.
Till you were forced to leave each other again, and left with the moments you shared.
“It’s alright, good girl, you’ll be okay. Crawl over here.”
Memories would flash in your head every time your cruel fate with your current husband was brought back into your sight.
”That’s a new one. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, baby?”
”Shh, shh, shh.. just listen to the birds, princess.”
This week, you were busy. Your husband had gatherings each day in Florence, Italy that he had to tend to, and you were asked to be there with him. At least it was in Italy this time. Andrew lived in Brindisi, Italy.
Of course, when Andrew heard of the news, he was quick to fly over and sneak in just to see you despite all of the risks.
It was a fancy ball regardless, several dons, mobsters, and wives would be attending.
As you were walking down the hallway back to the main room since you had just left the bathroom, hands grabbed you from behind, and gently, but carefully pulled you into a secluded room, a padlock on the outside of the door, and one on the inside. The lights were out, and only the only light was the moon that dimly showed through the stained glass windows around the space.
“Hey, pretty girl.”
That familiar Italian lilted voice spoke as his hands held your hips, his face and body just barely visible in your eyes.