21. Alessandro

Devastating beauty is all I can think about when Evelyn descends the stares in a black floor-length gown with a high slit, allowing me a glimpse of her milky thigh. Delectable. Kissable.

The bruises from her accident are long gone, and I can't stop wondering how many ways I can fuck her with this dress on. She's the calm in the storm that rages inside me. There's no better woman to stand beside me as I take the reins as the new Don of the De Luca Family. It comes to me clearly. Evelyn at my side, Lorenzo watching my back, my father retired and happy, and Oz? Well, he can do whatever he likes so long as he stays in line.

Lorenzo has a way with the capos of the De Luca and Rossi organization, beefing up security around the city for strategic locations. They've all fallen in line after the rampage we went on trying to find out who hit Evelyn and Jenkins. By the time we caught up to the driver, the only name he gave up was Montegna.

The problem with that is Montegna doesn't get his hands dirty. If he truthfully wanted me dead, he'd hire somebody to hire somebody who would hire the driver behind the accident. The fact that he's sent Evelyn flowers for her recovery also speaks volumes. He"s not into elaborate sabotage. He's a brute force.

Someone's setting it up to have Don Montegna at the end of a meat hook in my butcher shop. I don't like the attempts to manipulate me. I push the thoughts out of my head to enjoy the night with my love.

Security is tight at Kings when we arrive with Dimitri's personnel wanding everyone, but I stop them from patting Evelyn down. Dimitri appears at the door, stopping the ensuing battle I'm ready to unleash on any man touching the woman who belongs to me.

"It's okay, Ivan." Dimitri grins and taps the guy on the shoulder. "These are my special friends. Welcome, Mrs. De Luca. I've been excited to meet the woman who makes Less want more."

She giggles and blushes, turning toward me. I try to remain stoic but tip my head at Dimitri for laying it on thick for her sake. Sultry and slow-paced jazz music sets the somber tone of the maroon bar. The dungeon is down a hallway, past a velvet curtain through which Dimitri leads us to another bar.

"This is a beautiful place, Mr. Vassa," Evelyn says to him.

"Thank you, but please, call me Dimitri. A dirty Shirley for the lady, and the fifteen-year-old Macallan for the gentleman," Dimitri says to the bartender. He turns to Evelyn, eyeing her from head to toe and even licking his lips. He's pushing his luck. "My apologies, Alessandro, but she is marvelous. Why haven't you brought her here sooner?"

"Because she's not a toy to be played with, Dimitri. Thank you for the bottle," I tell him, placing my hand on the small of Evelyn's back, rubbing small circles with my thumb. She sits on a stool with me behind her, wondering if she can feel the eyes of every man in here.

"You're welcome, Less. If there's anything else I can do, let me know."

I want to enjoy the rest of the night, but still, I'd rather ask him now than later.

"Actually." I pull him to the side. "The Truman situation is resolved, right? You haven't heard anything from the girl? Like she wants to take me out or something?"

"Alessandro, of course not. I know she kicked up a shit storm after Truman drugged her in here, but he's no longer a member, and from what I've seen, they've eloped to a country that doesn't believe in extradition. Her parents were the ones pressing the DA to shut me down. Thanks to your negotiating that settlement, they're happy, and I'm still open for business. Why? What's happening?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," I tell him.

"I'll keep my ears to the ground and talk to some of my brothers of the Bratva and see what comes back. Give me a few days. Until then, you and your beautiful wife, enjoy your night."

"Thank you, Dimitri."

He disappears to mingle, and I have my eyes on everyone. Fortunately, there's about thirty people moving around. Some are dressed to play while others, like Evelyn and myself, are dressed to watch.

My monotone paisley print suit matches her dress, and the grey shirt I'm wearing is the same shirt she wore our first night in the playroom. The bartender comes with our drinks, making mine a double, and it's even better with mio dolce.

Evelyn swallows one more drink before she stands out of her seat. Before she steps away, I spin her around to face me, my right hand dropping to slide under that slit to bring her leg up to my waist. Lust and intoxication swirl in her eyes. The softness of her fingertips grazes my face, tracing the lines of my scar with her thumb. She pushes toward me as I lean toward her, tipping my head to the side.

A mood washes over us as she glares at me. "Mio marito, the women in here are undressing you with their eyes."

"Mio dolce, you're having the same effect on everyone. If they don't want to be you, they want to be with you. Luckily for me, you are mine." Our mouths collide with passion that lets the world fall away around us.

A single moan and tremors erupting from the depths of my throat have me ready to pin her against the bar, which is my cue to back off.

"Ahem. We've never discussed our boundaries in public like this." My mouth whispers the words against her ear to keep her libido high, ready and wanting only me.

She kisses me tenderly. "Let's take a look around tonight just to see what happens. We can make up the rules later."

The way my hand swallows hers as I lead her deeper into the club gives me a sense of pride, her protector. At least in here, the worries of our other life can't follow us inside. Six rooms make up the interior of the club where Dimitri hosts these private events. Two of the rooms are large enough to hold about ten people, more for the exhibition and voyeur scenes some members like to enjoy.

The first room already has a crowd of five watching in bated silence. Padded leather walls with chrome details encase the room. A leather swing and harness hook into the ceiling. The white, grey, and black marble tiled floor lightens up the space significantly. I'm sure the audience is grateful to watch the players in action. There are currently three people in the scene.

"Do they like us watching?" she whispers, turning her head slightly toward me.

"Yes. This is a scene. Every participant agrees to let others watch before they begin. And anyone joining now sees us here, so it's up to them whether they want to continue."

Evelyn observes quietly as one woman feasts on another woman who's suspended in a swing from the ceiling. There's a man in a leather hood standing in the corner sorting chains of various thickness.

"Is that for her or for him?" Evelyn whispers to me. There are others beside us who I'm sure are wondering the same thing. However, when another man steps into the room, she gasps. He's frail, red-headed, and I think he's a local city council member. There are old bruises skittering down his back as the man in the hood pushes a black wooden pillory close to the woman suspended in the swing.

"What's that?" she asks with excitement.

"Mio dolce, just watch," I tell her.

The scene begins with the councilman putting his head and wrists into the dips of the wooden frame before the top closes on top of his neck. The woman in the swing is whimpering for orgasmic release with the councilman salivating to give it to her.

Armed with a vibrator and nipple clamps, the female associate of the hooded man taunts and teases the woman in the swing. The hood whips the councilman with a light metal chain as he watches. My hand travels down the side of Evelyn's dress, searching for the slit that gives me entry to touch her.

Evelyn sucks in a breath as I touch her pussy while the woman in the swing comes, and the councilman whimpers for his own climax.

"I want more," Evelyn whispers with a slight shudder.

"Come with me, mio dolce."

The room across from the scene is much smaller, but it's empty. There's a bench with curves like a tidal wave in the center. It lets whoever's in control put their partner in an array of positions. There are whips, chains, and a number of other items to play with, but I stop, looking at her. "We can play here or at home, Evelyn. It's up to you."

She looks around, over her shoulder, and back to me. "We can stay if you want."

No.

"Let's go home," I tell her, holding out my hand and leading her out of the club.

"We could have stayed and done whatever you wanted," she says as I drive us home.

"No, we're going to do what I want and what you want. Evelyn, you don't have to do any of that. We can take our time at home, pushing boundaries and testing limits at our own pace. Or not at all. We can stick to what we've been doing. Don't do anything just because I like it. Okay?"

"Okay."

By the time we get back to the house, Lorenzo's out for the night, and I take her to the playroom to show her that she arouses me no matter where we are. My need for her is immediate as I drop to my knees, hike her leg over my shoulder, and slide her thong out of the way.

The sweet taste of her pussy on my tongue is one I savor. Going right for her clit, I wrap my tongue around it, suck, lick, and kiss until her fingernails rake across my scalp. Moans come from the depths of my throat, guttural, primitive. The vibrations encourage her body to move against my face, riding my jaw until she comes.

I stand, my cock hard and ready. My lips capture hers, sharing her essence before I push her back onto the bed. My jacket gets tossed somewhere behind me and my shirt drops to the floor. I step out of my pants and boxers, letting her see me from head to toe.

She inches away from the edge of the bed, but I stop her. Grabbing her under the legs, I pull her toward me and rip her dress away at the slit. The tension between us mounts as I position myself on top of her. The way she takes every inch of my dick inside her walls sends me into a state of euphoria.

"Choke me, Alessandro," she begs and throws her arms above her head.

I oblige, pressing down on her throat but not squeezing completely. Her eyes close as my pace quickens. She's getting wetter with every stroke.

"Tighter, Alessandro," she commands.

My nerves tingle from the sensation of it all. Squeezing her throat tighter makes her pussy wetter, but the redness in her face worries me. She's not using the three taps we"d agreed on.

"Tighter," she gasps and gulps for air.

At first, I do as she says until the vein pulsating along her temple bulges. I release her and pull out. Evelyn gasps for air like she's been holding her breath under a tidal wave.