Your married into a Mob Boss.

One evening, your cooking dinner.

Your husband was gone for business so you had the house to yourself.

You walk around the kitchen in your underwear, a loose t-shirt hanging off your shoulder.

As your cooking, you here a groan behind you.

Turning your head, you see your husband leaning against the door way.

His tussled hair and his white shirt rolled to his elbows exposing his tattoos.

"I thought your away for business." You say, reaching for 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 steps closer towards you, pinning you between the counter and his body.

He leans down to your ear, his breath on your neck "I came back for you."

You smile, "I knew you would."

He laughs subtly, placing a kiss along your neck to your collarbone "I always will."

You tilt your neck back, giving him a better access.

He turns to kiss you but you gently push him away.

His eyebrow furrow "why did you-"

You twist his tie around your hand, pulling him in.

"Beg."

Without a second thought he's already in his knees.

Kneeling at your feet.

"Please, Cara mia?"