Mafia's Devil: And Beyond

Raelynn walks around me, checking every detail of my dress.

It’s time. Today, I abandon my title as a Kuznetsov and I become a Gevona.

I’m fidgeting, making the beads attached to my veil shake like bells warning about my incoming breakdown.

I look beautiful. The makeup and hair stylists were the best money can buy. Raelynn has been great support as well, but it seems like no bride can escape the jitters.

It will be a small wedding— Raelynn and the babies, Maksim, Manny, the priest, and Luciano. I mailed an invitation to my father, but I never heard back. My eyes water at the thought of not being walked down the aisle by him. No matter our differences, he’s still my beloved father.

“No. No! Whatever you’re thinking of, wipe it from your mind. I will not have you ruining your makeup with useless tears. You look too cute for that!” Raelynn reprimands, running a hand down my ballgown wedding dress.

“Sorry.” I sniffle. “I won’t cry.”

A pounding comes from the door. We both jump.

What suicidal freak would startle us like that? One word from Maksim or Luciano and the estate will be full of gunpowder.

“What’s taking so long? The car is here already,” Luciano calls from the outside.

“You can’t be here, Luciano! You don’t get to see her until you’re at church,” Raelynn replies.

“I can see her whenever I want. That’s my woman.”

“Not, she’s not. She’s not married, so you’ll have to listen and wait for us to get ready.”

I can hear his heavy breathing from here. He’s not happy with being denied access to me.

With a sigh, I open my mouth to reassure him that I’m safe. The only thing that comes out is a scream when the door is kicked off his hinges. A furious Luciano stands there, suited and ready to take his bride to his wedding.

“What are you doing?!” Raelynn shrieks, covering me with her arms. “You crazy ass mafia men! Brutes, the lot of you.”

Luciano walks around her and takes my left bicep. With his free hand, he lifts my veil. I can see him clearly now. He’s relieved.

“I had to make sure she didn’t run away from me.” He smiles. “My skittish little bride.”

Raelynn chuckles. “I wouldn’t blame her if she ran to avoid a control freak. Sometimes I ask myself why I married Maksim.”

Luciano ignores her. His eyes are locked on me like he has never seen me before. “Mio Dio, Karine. You look beautiful. Sweet flower.”

I recognize the way his eyes are narrowing, the way his fingers are curling into me. He wants to fuck.

“You shouldn’t be here.” I shake my head and smile. “So impatient.”

“I missed you,” he whispers, trying to seduce me with his low rumble.

Sadly for him, I spent four hours getting ready. I won’t ruin my look for a quick, sloppy rut.

“Raelynn, will you excuse us for a second?” he asks without looking at her.

Raelynn laughs. “No way, dude. We have to get going.”

“Fine,” Luciano grunts. I’ll fuck her in front of you.”

“Hey!” I yell when he dives under my skirts.

The door slams shut as Raelynn escapes the unholiness that’s about to unfold.

“Why is there so much fabric?! Damn it, where’s your pussy?” His voice sounds muffled, but I can hear the demand.

“Luciano, we have to go to the church.”

He huffs. “I need to fuck you one last time. I can’t wait.”

He’s tugging and ruffling my dress like he’s at war with it. Before he tears it, I lift my skirts to grant access.

The man is on his hands and knees, gaping at my white underwear. I have thong panties and lacy garters. I look like a nicely wrapped present that he was supposed to unwrap tonight.

“Luciano…” I warn.

It’s too late, though. His eyes are on the price, and he wants it. With a lick of his lips, he shoves his face between my legs and licks my pantie-covered pussy. He licks the cloth a few more times, teasing me with his warmth, before shoving the panties aside and giving me what I’m ready to beg for.

He runs his lips down my center, keeping his tongue locked in his mouth. I’m gripping my skirts in anticipation, barely able to see his head from the volume of the dress.

“Oh god,” I gasp when I feel that thick, warm, slick tongue of his come out to play.

“Yeah, call for him. Your god will bless our wedding, after I’m done fucking you like the devil.” With that declaration, he slurps my freshly waxed pussy up, sucking it with chopping sounds. His hands lock on my thighs, keeping them parted to he can shove his filthy strokes into me.

“Good.” He licks me from back to front, making sure to get a taste of my ass, knowing it makes me squeamish.

“You’re ready.”

He stands, and this is how I found myself bent at the waist, my heavy ballgown skirts tossed over my head and obscuring my reality, as Luciano Gevona pummels his god-forsaken dick into me.

My hands touch the floor, but they slip from the sheer force he’s pounding with. My pussy expands and contracts as he feeds himself to me. The thing about Luciano is that when he wants to fuck hard, he brings an earthquake. He fucks through-and through, taking no breaks or re-adjustments. He doesn’t care that his lungs have little air or that his legs are burning from the exercise. His only focus is to empty his aching balls into me, and make me orgasm so hard that I have no option but to lie on my back, legs parted with fatigue, displaying his semen dripping out of me.

I hold on for the ride. Usually, I need clitoral stimulation to orgasm, but when he’s fucking me with such a ferocious pace, my pelvis catches fire until my pussy gushes to put the flames out.

“Fuc—”

I give up on trying to speak. My teeth are clattering, my pussy convulsing. I have to clench everything down there to keep myself from falling apart. The man clinging to my hips fills me with dick so quickly that I can’t tell when he’s inside or out of me. He’s charging me with every thrust, adding timbre to the fire that he’s dying to combust.

My inner thighs are dripping, knees shaking, lips whimpering, because I know the incoming orgasm is going to debilitate me. I’m not disappointed. From under my wedding dress skirts comes a loud cry as I explode.

Luciano fucks me through my orgasm, before settling balls-deep and depositing the refreshment my aching pussy was looking for.

When he pulls out, he slides my panties back into place and helps me up. He has to dig me out of my mountain of skirts.

Still disoriented, I grab his shoulders. He smiles, his tan seeming darker with a post-orgasmic shine. I smile back, although I’m sure I don’t frazzled. My makeup must be smeared, and although my dress got lucky, there’s a small line of mascara on the ivory white.

Luciano pecks my lips, no longer caring about my lip gloss. “Let’s go.”

“Are you crazy? I have to clean up.” I clear my foggy throat.

“Clean what?”

“My makeup and… well, panties.”

Luciano frowns. “You look fine. And the panties are staying.” He grins. “I like the thought of you in church with panties plastered with my semen.”

“That’s disgus—”

I’m thrown over a shoulder, wrinkling my dress some more. Raelynn is going to have a heart attack when she sees me.

– • —

The church is small and practically empty, decorated with spring flowers and the sunlight that streams from tall windows. I cling to Maksim’s arm tightly as be begrudgingly walks me down the isle. My eyes scan the church, but I don’t find my father.

Manny sits beside Raelynn, who holds her twins. My best friend is gaping, ignorant about much of my background, but she’s what little I have left from my previous life. I’m beyond grateful to have her here.

My dress isn’t as smooth, my makeup isn’t as fresh, and my panties are creamy, but Luciano stands tall and proud beside the priest as if I’m a prized possession.

Our vows are short, our yesses are whispered, but our eyes scream a million tiny promises that only we can hear.

He kisses me, and although we’ve kissed many times before, this one is different because it marks the beginning of forever. He takes my hand and doesn’t let go even as we walk down the aisle with Raelynn and Manny clapping, and Maksim glowering.

He doesn’t let go as we enter to the car and head home to pick up our suitcases and change into our vacation clothes.

He doesn’t let go when we arrive, and I open a letter from my father that a maid hands over.

Karine,

I organized everything to make sure you get this letter on time. I can only hope you didn’t go through with the wedding. If you did, do not write me back. It hurts my heart, but I am disowning you and cutting ties with Maksim if he supports you.

From the first day when you opened your eyes, I loved you. I tried to raise you with high morals— to teach you that family always comes first. I’ve always been proud of you for taking on the world even with your small stature, surviving the loss of your mother and aspiring to be a business owner out of your own means.

I have been with you for years, guiding and protecting you, but you chose the enemy over your flesh and blood. Keep him, then. Keep a man that has been in your life for less than a year, but lose the one that has been with you since you took your first breath.

Goodbye, Karine Kuznetsov. I will contact your sister and bring her back into my life, because although she was a manipulating drug addict, a thief, and a liar, she would never hurt her papa like this.

Good riddance to you, my sweet girl.

I read it. Many, many times as I stand in the same spot. I know Luciano also read it, because his hold becomes tighter. My wedding dress feels twice as heavy. I’m drowning in the fabric.

“Karine.” He swallows. “I am so, so sorry.”

The paper is dotted with liquid, and the ink runs. I’m crying. My makeup is definitely ruined now.

There is silence, and then a shuddering breath from my now-husband.

“I’ll let you go to him. If you choose your father, I won’t chase you down. I love you, Karine, and I want you to be happy. If you choose him, I will learn to subdue my selfishness.” Even as he chokes out those words, his hold on my hand is tight. He hasn’t let go since we left the church.

“No.”

The sound of paper shredding is louder than the word I whispered.

I look at my husband and smile through my tears. “We are one for better or for worse, just like I vowed in the church. I’m Karine Genova now. I belong beside you.”

He embraces me. I release the shredded letter to hug him back. Our new beginning is written by bits of paper that surround our feet haphazardly.

“It will be alright,” Luciano promises. “I’ll take care of you.”

I know he will. There’s a plane waiting to take us to Italy, where we will embark on our first of many adventures. As the wife of a mafia kingpin, life will never be boring again.

“Come on,” I say, clearing my throat. “I have to wash off the sin you spilled on my panties, and then we have a plane to catch.”

“Be honest, Karine. You’re a chef. You love when I give you my batter.”

I chuckle and shake my head. Together, we walk upstairs as husband and wife, leaving the letter behind to feed the wind.

“Don’t wear nice panties, because I’m going to spill all over you again on the plane.”

“Luciano!”

End.

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