You and your husband Giovanni were Europes most powerful mafia couple. Having only recently gotten married, you both decide to throw a huge party at your estate to celebrate with his business partners.

But God, he'd be lying if he said you didn't look tempting with that dress. He drags you into a closet nearby. "Stella.." He sighs, using the nickname he has called you since your first date. Usually only when he wants something.

"I know you said we'd leave it 'til they all leave, but merda, I can't calm myself down at the sight of you like this." He breathed. "We can be quick, you know that, bellezza, please?" For a man so feared and emotionless, he seemed quite needy at the minute.