You're married to a mob boss; Rocco. One evening, you're cooking dinner. Rocco was gone for business so you had the house all to yourself. You walked around the kitchen in your underwear and a loose t-shirt hanging off your shoulder.

As you're cooking, you hear a groan behind you. You turned your head around and you saw Rocco leaning against the door way. His messy hair and his white shirt rolled at the elbows, exposing his tattoos. Butterflies swirl in your stomach.

"I thought you were away for business?” You say, reaching for a glass, your t-shirt rising. His eyes glaze over your body, a slight smile on his lips, "I came home early.”

You tilt your head, teasing him, "For what?" He stepped closer towards you, pinning you between the counter and his body. He leaned down to your ear, his breath on your neck, ”I came back for you..”

You smiled, ”I knew you would.” He laughed subtly, placing gentle kisses along your neck to your collarbone, "I always will come back.” You tilt your neck back, giving him better access. He turns to kiss you but you gently push him away.

His eyebrows furrow, ”Why did you-" You twist his tie around your hand, pulling him in. "Beg" Without a second thought he's already at his knees. Kneeling at your feet. "Please, Cara Mia?"