Mob Boss
Chapter One: The Perfect Gift
Bella Cullen
I ascended the staircase of our recently acquired villa nestled in the picturesque south of France, my footsteps echoing through the opulent halls. With a determined stride, I navigated the labyrinthine layout, my destination set on Edward's secluded office, tucked away at the far end of the east wing. The marble flooring, a mirror to the sleek and unyielding surface of the staircase railing, stood in perfect harmony with the freshly painted white matte walls. These walls, adorned with Edward's vast collection of golden-framed paintings, acquired through the ages and meticulously preserved, added an air of timeless elegance to the space. Edward's desire for lavish decoration in every property we acquired was a testament to our equal commitment to our new lifestyle.
The resounding click of my pristine Manolo Blahnik white satin jewel buckle pumps reverberated through the hall, punctuating each step with a sense of purpose. The guard stationed just below the staircase was undoubtedly savoring a delectable sight, for I had carelessly abandoned my lacy thong in the confines of my bedroom, leaving me bare beneath the caress of a white satin robe. If Edward, who was keeping an eye on things, ever came across such a tempting display, it would undoubtedly set off a chain reaction of events that could endanger the life of the guard.
The delicate fabric of my robe caressed my supple thighs, teasingly grazing the tender skin that had been meticulously waxed, all in anticipation of Edward's rapturous delight. It was day five of our passionate sojourn in the land of love, and the mere thought of him sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. From the moment we set foot on this enchanting soil, our bodies had been yearning for each other's touch, our souls craving the intoxicating dance of desire. But pressing business had conspired to keep us apart, teasing us with a cruel game of yearning. Since the night we arrived, our paths have diverged, leaving me in a state of delicious torment. The days had stretched on, each passing moment a torturous reminder of the longing that consumed me. Yet, as the sun began its descent, casting a seductive glow upon the picturesque landscape, I found myself unable and unwilling to spend another night alone.
Edward, with his captivating charm, lavished me with nothing but the most exquisite indulgences since we set off. As we embarked on our private jet, the anticipation of our journey electrified the heavens. The crew, aware of our desires, meticulously prepared our sanctuary in the sky. The effervescent champagne, chilled to perfection, eagerly awaited our arrival, promising to intoxicate our senses. And there, adorned on glistening silver platters, lay succulent strawberries, their lusciousness enhanced by a seductive coat of velvety Swedish chocolate. Every detail and every gesture spoke of Edward's devotion to our pleasure. After that, the crew sensually placed their earplugs. They were instructed to remain hidden behind the cabin curtain. Edward seductively initiated me into the exclusive realm of the mile-high club, where our bodies intertwined amidst the ethereal clouds, soaring thirty thousand feet above the ground. The tantalizing ecstasy that ensued was heightened by the intoxicating knowledge that my heels remained firmly in place throughout the entire flight, adding an extra layer of erotic allure to our passionate escapade. Edward had tantalized me relentlessly during our time in the air, denying me the pleasure of indulging in his throbbing desire with my mouth. Instead, he skillfully manipulated my supple form, contorting it into unimaginable positions that sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my very core. He had ravished me from behind, his unyielding desire refusing to withdraw, filling me with his essence repeatedly, as if his sole intention was to impregnate me with his potent seed.
However, from the moment our helicopter gracefully touched down on the rooftop of our villa, Edward's attention became ensnared by the demands of his work, leaving me yearning for the passionate escape he had tantalizingly pledged to me. I longed with an insatiable desire; my patience stretched to its limits until, finally, I decided to confront him.
As I ascended the staircase, my gaze fixated on the alluring sight that awaited me. The hallway stretched before me, bathed in a seductive glow, beckoning me to explore its depths. My heart quickened as I beheld the two formidable figures stationed on either side of Edward's office door, their presence exuding an aura of power and dominance. I walked towards them, my head held high, a tantalizing aura enveloping me. Marco and Dante, their eyes obediently fixated straight ahead, dared not steal a glance at my alluring form concealed beneath the delicate fabric of my robe. They understood the consequences that awaited them should they succumb to their primal desires and take a peek at me. I didn't want any other men looking at me; I wanted only to be with Edward in every way possible.
Both of them were adorned in their alluring black Armani suits, hugging their bodies in all the right places. Their matching ear pieces whispered commands I would never know of, heightening the anticipation that hung in the air. Undoubtedly, concealed beneath their impeccable attire lay a collection of lethal weapons, each one a testament to their power and prowess. As I approached, my heart quickened its pace, anticipation coursing through my veins. Marco, with his alluring gaze, graciously extended his hand towards the door handle, inviting me into a realm of tantalizing possibilities. With a breathless sigh, I crossed the threshold, and my senses instantly heightened. And there, in the dimly lit room, sat Edward, his voice dripping with dominance as he engaged in a conversation in Italian over the phone.
There existed an unspoken decree, a tacit understanding that regardless of Edward's current occupation, I was to be granted unfettered entry into his presence, even if he happened to be engrossed in matters of commerce. As his wife, no door was ever barred to me. Since our foray into this unfamiliar way of life, Edward and I have encountered numerous families, each with their own set of idiosyncratic rules. However, we remained steadfast in our conviction that we knew what suited us best, and we took great pains to ensure that our staff comprehended this unequivocally.
The cool breeze from the air conditioning caressed my skin, sending shivers of delight down my spine. My robe, so fine and sheer, clung to my body, revealing the hardened peaks of my nipples, yearning to break free from their fabric prison. The icy tendrils of the air conditioning teased and taunted, coaxing my senses to new heights of pleasure. However, an insatiable wetness began to consume the delicate space nestled between my quivering thighs, a sensation that could only be ignited by the mere presence of Edward. I beheld his gaze as his dark eyes shifted, crossing the contours of my delicate form, descending with an insatiable hunger until it reached the very tips of my delicate heels. A mischievous smirk danced upon his lips, a testament to the sheer pleasure he derived from me. As I caught a glimpse of the smoldering desire in Edward's eyes every time he laid eyes on me in those tantalizing heels, an electrifying surge coursed through my veins, igniting a fiery heat deep within.
Edward's gaze lingered on me, captivated by the seductive dance of my fingers as they delicately traced the path of the ribbon adorning my robe. With a skillful touch, I effortlessly unraveled the knot, setting free the desires that lay hidden within. As my hands gracefully ascended, a tantalizing anticipation filled the air, causing my heart to quicken its pace. With a gentle yet purposeful motion, I parted the silky fabric, unveiling the ethereal canvas of my naked form that lay beneath. I sensually sauntered towards him, my body moving with a tantalizing rhythm that left Edward speechless.
With deliberate slowness, I teased him, my hips swaying seductively from side to side. As I reached up and elegantly swept my hair to one side, a shiver of desire ran through Edward, causing his tongue to instinctively moisten his lower lip in anticipation. I sauntered sensually in my stilettos, tracing the perimeter of his desk with deliberate grace. His hungry gaze devoured every inch of my form, as if he were an artist marveling at a masterpiece unveiled before him. Edward remained composed and unyielding, his voice steady as I gracefully descended to my knees, my fingers delicately and immediately tracing the contours of his belt buckle. Without hesitation, I swiftly unfastened him, my fingers dancing along the zipper, eager to uncover the hidden treasure that lay beneath.
The fabric of his black Calvin Klein boxers yielded to my touch, gradually unveiling the magnificent sight that awaited me. His throbbing cock, already stirring with desire, emerged from its confines, a testament to the passion that simmered between us. With nary a whisper of downy curls adorning his cock, Edward's throbbing member embodied the epitome of feminine desire: a magnificent specimen, boasting both impressive breadth and length, its delicate hue reminiscent of a blooming rose. And as if possessed by an insatiable longing, his virile essence seeped from its apex, a tantalizing testament to the mere sight of his beloved wife.
Edward luxuriously settled into his opulent, black leather throne-like chair, its plush cushions enveloping him like a lover's embrace. The person on the phone with him was unaware of the anticipation that crackled in the air. As his hand tenderly caressed the crown of my head, my blood warmed at the sight of him, urging me to surrender to his commanding presence. With a graceful motion, I positioned myself over his lap, my lips parting to embrace him and my mouth becoming a vessel of pleasure, ready to intoxicate him. I captivated his undivided attention by indulging in the exquisite pleasure of engulfing every inch of his being with my eager mouth, eliciting a primal response from Edward as he seized a handful of my hair in a fervent display of desire. I began lavishing my attention on him, fervently drawing him into my mouth. The intensity of my actions left me breathless, my left hand delicately caressing and teasing his large balls while my right hand skillfully worked his shaft. With my lips and tongue, I continued to suck, ensuring that every inch of him was moist. A soft moan escaped my lips, a delicate sound that made Edward's eyes darken with desire as I dared to meet them. He reclined in his chair, his body languid and inviting, as I continued my tantalizing exploration of taking what was mine. His attention was divided, absorbed in the mundane conversation on the phone, but I was determined to captivate him entirely. I gazed up at him, my eyes filled with a mischievous glimmer and a playful smirk dancing upon my lips. With a tantalizing slowness, I withdrew my mouth from its captivating embrace, my tongue delicately caressing the corners, leaving a trace of my essence behind. I denied him the satisfaction of my completion, a subtle act of defiance that only heightened the tension between us. Edward's teeth sank into his plump lower lip, a subtle gesture that caused me to press my quivering thighs together. His eyes locked onto mine, a mischievous glint dancing within their depths, as he effortlessly conversed in the seductive language of Italian. Each word that rolled off his tongue was like a caress, a tantalizing invitation into a world of forbidden desires. His hand extended, caressing the delicate contours of my chin, a gentle touch that sent shivers of anticipation coursing through my body. Slowly, his fingertips danced along the curve of my lower lip, igniting a fiery desire within me.
With an insatiable hunger, I eagerly rediscovered the taste of his throbbing member, my lips enveloping it with a fervent urgency. As I skillfully pleasured him, Edward's desire intensified, his hand descending upon the curve of my supple back, caressing it with a deliciously rough touch. With a firm grip, he seized my left butt cheek, his fingers leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake, before delivering a tantalizingly erotic spanking that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His hand caressed the nape of my neck, guiding me as I eagerly explored the depths of his desire. With each gentle movement, I surrendered myself to the intoxicating rhythm, my lips enveloping his throbbing essence. As I struggled to accommodate his divine proportions, a delicate tear cascaded down my cheek, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me. Edward's magnificent stature commanded my every breath, igniting a fiery passion within me. I yearned to bring him pleasure, my every endeavor igniting a primal response within him. His throbbing manhood quivered with anticipation as I enveloped it with my wet lips, my tongue caressing its velvety skin. With a delicate touch, I gently cupped his balls, eliciting a shudder of delight that reverberated through his entire body. The anticipation grew, like a smoldering flame, as his phone conversation reached its end. Just as the tension between us reached its peak, Edward abruptly ended the call as my head bobbed up and down relentlessly. The air crackled with desire as I eagerly awaited his end, my lips moist with anticipation. And as he finally came, I sensually swallowed, savoring his taste, and tantalizingly had him fixate his gaze on me as I delicately caressed the corners of my mouth, relishing in the lingering essence. With a seductive grace, I gracefully rose to my feet, my body exuding an irresistible allure.
With a tantalizing elegance, I sensually ascended from my kneeled position, my form emanating an intoxicating magnetism. As if unaffected by the brief event that had transpired, I endeavored to conceal any trace of my own breathlessness, cognizant that my yearnings remained unfulfilled despite his own gratification.
I pivoted on my heels, my gaze fixated on the robe that lay just out of reach. In that fleeting moment, Edward's hand connected with a swift and unexpected force against the curve of my butt, eliciting a response that danced between pleasure and mischief. A subtle yet unmistakable smile tugged at the corners of my lips, betraying a complex web of emotions that only he could unravel. I retrieved my robe, its fabric more delicate than ever against my skin. My steps were measured and deliberate until I reached the matching pair of chairs positioned before his imposing desk. I crossed my legs, observing him intently as he meticulously fastened his trousers.
Edward's voice, a husky whisper, slipped through the air like a serpent slithering through tall grass. "That was great, baby," he exhaled, his head sinking into the plush embrace of the chair and his chest heaving as he fought to reclaim his stolen breath.
All day long, my mind had been consumed by the tantalizing thought of surprising him. He reveled in the exquisite delight of receiving oral, a sensation that had ignited during the passionate flames of our honeymoon. From the very moment I first explored the art, a symphony of pleasure enveloped us both. I relished the intoxicating power that surged through me as I took control of Edward's senses with my tantalizing mouth, a power hold unfolding with each seductive stroke. Yet, amidst the fiery dance of dominance, a deliciously wicked desire stirred within me, compelling me to surrender to his commanding presence and forceful hand. As our desires intertwined, a magnetic tension electrified the air, and I reveled in the intoxicating blend of power and vulnerability that enveloped us, a passionate union that transcended mere physicality.
"You've not stopped working since we got here," I purred, my voice laced with a hint of playful reproach.
"I know we have plans to go out tomorrow. I won't cancel." Edward promised.
"You've cancelled other plans already."
"We'll go out on the yacht tomorrow, just the two of us. No phone calls or meetings, my love."
I meticulously adjusted my disheveled hair before mustering the courage to ask.
"Who was on the phone?"
"An old acquaintance from Rome. He's heard rumors that Aro is considering a fourth wife."
"Well, we won't be attending that wedding."
"If invited, we shall both attend."
"Edward!"
"No Bella I mean it. If invited, we shall, of course, attend. It's time for Aro to accept his dwindling power over me in the States."
"He only invites us to get under our skin."
"He doesn't have what we have, and it infuriates him."
A resounding rap echoed through the room, jolting me from my thoughts. Marco, with his piercing gaze fixed solely on Edward, sauntered in, his eyes gliding past me as if I were an inconsequential apparition, barely worthy of acknowledgment.
"Apologies, Mr. Cullen, but we must leave now, sir, for your next meeting."
Edward extended his gratitude, his words dripping with insincerity, as Marco swiftly made his exit. I rose from my seat, my steps purposeful as I circled his expansive desk. Edward swiveled in his chair, his eyes following my every move. Without hesitation, I settled onto his lap, feeling the undeniable presence of his partially aroused manhood beneath me.
"You still haven't told me what you want for your birthday." I complained
"Bella, I'd rather not celebrate it. There's still a lot I want to do here before we leave; we might not even make it back to Forks in time."
"I promised your parents. So if you don't think of something you want, then I'll just have to come up with something myself."
In that moment, I leaned in, my lips grazing his with a delicate touch.
"What more could I possibly want?" Edward asked as my lips left his.
And with that, Edward pressed his lips against my forehead.
Indeed, it was an undeniable truth that Edward and I had amassed a considerable fortune within the relatively brief span of our marriage. The villa nestled in the picturesque French countryside was but a single piece in the grand puzzle of properties I planned to remodel this year. The walls, pristine in their crispness, wore a coat of pure white, adorned with delicate strokes of gold trim that whispered of opulence. Each room, a testament to modernity, boasted floors of pristine marble, their smooth surfaces gleaming with an air of untouchable elegance. To the untrained eye, it may exude an air of frigidity and austerity, but for Edward and myself, it possessed an allure that resonated with our deepest desires. There were eight bedrooms, each boasting its own en-suite bathroom and walk-in closet. The kitchen, meticulously outfitted with state-of-the-art appliances, stood as a testament to my limited culinary indulgences. A hidden gem, the wine cellar, housed an impressive collection of vintages, waiting to be uncorked and savored. The games room beckoned with its allure, featuring a billiards table nestled in the depths. For those seeking solace and rejuvenation, the sauna and steam room offered respite from the outside world. The pièce de résistance, however, was the heated pool, its waters inviting and comforting, with a Jacuzzi poised at its very heart. Four distinct sitting rooms provided ample space for intimate conversations or solitary contemplation. And our private bar, its balcony doors granting access to a private beach enclave, where four elegant beach cabanas, adorned with flowing white curtains, stood sentinel, promising moments of tranquility and escape.
Edward had elevated us to the realm of refinement, where we now resided with an air of cultivated grace. In the aftermath of our honeymoon, a tragic event unfolded: the heartbreaking loss of our baby girl. It was a devastating blow that left an indelible mark on both of us. Yet, in the wake of this profound loss, a shift occurred within him—a transformation that eluded my understanding. I found myself grappling with the daunting task of restoring his happiness, uncertain of the path to take. The journey from that fateful day to this very moment had been an arduous one for the both of us. Edward's transformation into a mobster was far from an overnight affair; it commenced innocuously, with seemingly innocuous acts of doing favors for a handful of old acquaintances. Yet, as time wore on, these seemingly innocuous deeds snowballed into something much more sinister. Indeed, I was initially consumed by a chilling terror, for Edward, in the wake of our devastating loss, yearned for solace, a respite from the anguish that plagued his soul.
And when Aro, with his insatiable curiosity, descended upon the tranquil town of Forks, demanding explanations as to why I, against all odds, remained a mere mortal, Edward appeared to teeter on the precipice of madness. He hungered for power—an insatiable craving that consumed him. Every fiber of his being yearned for the very essence of what Aro possessed, and he coveted it with a voracity that knew no bounds. It was not enough to merely admire from afar, to bask in the glow of another's dominance. No, he desired to claim it as his own, to possess it wholly and without compromise. The allure of authority beckoned him, whispering promises of control and supremacy. And so he set forth on a treacherous path, driven by an unyielding ambition that would stop at nothing until he had seized the throne. He yearned for such an intoxicating level of dominance, to instill in Aro the same paralyzing dread that he had so skillfully evoked within our own hearts.
As Edward's figure receded into the distance, a gnawing curiosity clawed at my mind like a ravenous beast hungry for answers. Did he truly desire to possess all that Aro held in his grasp, even if it meant acquiring more wives? He had encountered a handful of individuals in his life—men who possessed both wives and mistresses, particularly those who harbored ambitions of expanding their progeny in order to fortify their influence for generations to come.
No, Edward, the man I truly believed to be incapable of infidelity, would never betray me in such a way. Deep within the recesses of my being, an unshakeable intuition took hold, affirming what I had long suspected. The notion of expanding the Cullen family, by any means necessary, to safeguard ourselves from the unwelcome arrival of Aro at our front door possessed an undeniable allure.
Aro found himself pursued by an array of vampires, a clandestine assortment that had long lurked in the shadows, biding their time. Aro harbored a secret—a secret that, prior to my unexpected pregnancy, had only whispered through the grapevine. As the truth unfurled, it became evident that the enigmatic vampires possessed the ability to conceive, a revelation shrouded in secrecy by the cunning Aro for countless years. The insatiable thirst that plagued both vampires compelled them to subsist solely on the lifeblood of animals, a necessary sacrifice that Edward and I had to make in order to safeguard the fragile life of our unborn child. It had been years since he had tasted human blood.
Whispers of a clandestine nature swirled through the air, insinuating that Aro's first wife might be carrying his son. This revelation only fueled my mounting desperation to unearth methods that would fortify our familial bond, compelling Edward to join me in this pursuit.
Perhaps having a baby of our own wasn't enough to strike fear into Aro's heart. It wasn't a remotely valid justification for bringing a child into the world. The truth lay hidden, buried beneath the surface of our unspoken conversations. Edward and I had not ventured into the treacherous territory of discussing the possibility of bringing another life into this world. And in that silence, a chilling realization began to take hold—perhaps there was a sinister reason lurking in the shadows, a reason we dared not confront. Maybe this isn't the opportune moment for Edward to embark on the journey of fatherhood; his unwavering dedication to expanding our dominion leaves me questioning if I alone possess the power to anchor him. Maybe it was high time we ventured into uncharted territory altogether.
Unbeknownst to those in his midst, Edward harbored a clandestine proclivity for sex. His desires, like venomous secrets, had slithered through the dark recesses of his soul, concealed from my unsuspecting gaze, until we married. He insisted that we wait, withholding our desires until we were married. The anticipation had been well worth it, and in spite of our initial encounters, Edward had managed to adapt, becoming more tender in our intimate moments.
Edward was searching for something, and what it was, I didn't know. But deep down, I knew what he needed now more than ever before, and it extended beyond our marriage. I knew what needed to be done in order to make Edward the man he needed to be in order to protect us from Aro's influence. I needed to somehow dig down within myself, muster up the courage, and adjust my mind to the idea of allowing Edward to look outside our marriage. He needed to feel power; he needed to dominate, and he couldn't find that with me. He would never do anything to push me beyond my limits in bed, but I knew he needed more, and he needed it now. The best thing I could do for him and for our marriage was to consider the possibility of allowing Edward a one-night pass in which he could be with other women, should he wish. And should there be desire, he could be with them in any way they wish, and finally he could unleash the darkest parts of himself he refused to let me see.
I knew Edward loved me and that I would continue to love him no matter what.
There would be no perfect time to do this, but his upcoming birthday seemed almost fated for a night of indulgences.
But who could I trust to sleep with Edward and not fall in love with him in the process?
What other women did I know who would willingly succumb to his primal desires, allowing him to ravish them until every inch of his insatiable hunger was sated?
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