Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 16

In the bathroom, Dimi turned the shower on and stripped her clothes off. She was exhausted. Her dress pooled at her feet, and she let her bra and panties fall to the floor with a sigh. The steam of the hot water was already filling up the space and she pushed the glass door to the side and stepped under the water.

The sting of the scalding water was turning her skin bright red immediately and she let the burn wash away the dirt she felt deep under skin from the activities of the night. Though she had not murdered anyone tonight, Miklos had been correct. She had been invigorated by the thrill of an interrogation, by the violence and the resolution of the situation. The pleasure now made her feel guilt for a thrill she had promised herself she would never feel again.

It had been a real conversation she’d had with the girls before beginning the plan to obtain her divorce. The minute she insinuated herself back into the family, they were going to try to pull her back in. Tonight, she’d been lucky to get away with as little bloodshed as she had. She’d been able to use her skills as a computer specialist to mitigate loss of life. Her heart ached for a freedom she knew was only a fingertip away. This was not the life she wanted for her children.

Dimi lifted her face into the prickling beads of the spray, the water pressure hard and furious against the tears which slipped unchecked from her eyes. She was not a weak woman but tonight she had put in motion the plan to become a billionaire. The fear Miklos could take some of her money or try to control all of it was immense and her tears were a reflection of her worries.

As she began meticulously scrubbing every inch of her body to ensure not even a microscopic amount of the warehouse remained on her skin, she began contemplating her plan B. Should her request to Miklos fail and her family refuse to grant the divorce, she would find a way to hide the proceeds of the sale in various accounts all over the world. Then she would disappear. It was not what she wanted to do.

Disappearing meant she would lose the freedom she so desperately wanted. The ability to meet a man, fall in love, get married and have a family. A family she could be proud of. She wanted a life where she didn’t need to be terrified someone would try to kill her son to get back at Miklos or Vasili. She needed out.

She didn’t want to run and hide. She wanted her own life. Freedom. She wanted to move to a different state, somewhere sunny. Plan A couldn’t fail. She needed it to be a success.

She smiled to herself as she considered the plan for morning. By the time Miklos got to the offices tomorrow for his day, a local company would have set up two giant blow-up dancing men. The kind of toys which were thirty feet tall and bent at the waist and popped back up like a bad twerk, would be popping and grinding in his parking lot. A thousand balloons wishing Miklos happy birthday, even though it wasn’t his birthday would be installed all around the gates.

The offices were a front for the business and while Miklos worked out of the office, nothing actually was stored at the offices. It was just his office and his assistant. Every once in a while, the Feds would show up and ask to look around and Miklos always obliged because there was nothing to see. Every single operation was run from one of the clubs or from an office in their shipyard. The only thing Miklos did in the office was for the legitimate side of the business. Every day he put in a full day managing the day-to-day aspects of running the clubs. Reviewing revenue, calculating payroll and ordering, hiring, and firing and dealing with the overall issues to arise during the day was all done. From his office he worked to ensure before evening fell, every single one of his clubs all over the world sporting his trademark Laskaris signature on the marquee ran effortlessly and seamlessly.

The things which happened underground, running drugs, guns, hiding revenue from one business through another or laundering money for friends or operating as an illegal loans shark never, ever were mentioned in the legitimate business. Not ever. Those conversations took place in warehouses, in basement offices or safe houses they operated in hundreds of different cities all over the world.

She knew there was no security sitting outside the offices. There was no need. The offices were on the main drag in full view of the world. It was going to be spectacular. Every car driving past his offices tomorrow would be honking at the offices to wish him happy birthday. She gave a giggle at the notion.

She was just shutting the water of her shower off when the rapping of a hard knock on her locked bathroom door made her jump. “What?”

“What the f**k did you do to my bathroom?”

She cupped her hands over her mouth. She had forgotten about the squishy gel-like toys she’d jammed into his toilet. She stifled her giggle. “I’ve been out all day, Miklos. You left after me,” she called out as she wrapped a towel around her body. “I spent the day at the beach with the girls and then went to dinner. I didn’t come back here once today.”

“You f****d up the toilet before you left. The water is overflowing everywhere!” He was accusatory and furious on the other side of the door.

“I always suspected you were a bit full of s**t. Maybe the toilet is finally protesting.”

“Dimitra!” he pounded the door with his fist.

“Have you been flushing condoms down there? I’m pretty sure the latex isn’t meant to breakdown. Maybe they’re stuck. I’m sure you’ve used a lot of them.”

“Open this door!” he thumped it furiously.

She yanked it open, tucking the towel under her arms and around her body. “What is your problem, Miklos? I told you. I was gone all day.”

He stepped into the bathroom, his hands gripping her shoulders and shook her, “what did you do?”

“I did nothing!” she shouted back, knowing she was lying through her teeth. She kept her face as neutral as possible. She found herself eyeing him up and down as he stood in her bathroom in only his boxers.

“There’s an inch of toilet water on my tiles upstairs.”

“How unfortunate.”

“You have destroyed my bed. Made my pool unusable. Ruined my driveway garden by lighting the entire yard on fire. Now my bathroom is overflowing. What else are you planning? This childish ploy to try to get my attention needs to stop.”

“I don’t want your attention, Miklos. I want you to cut me loose. Admit defeat and I will stop. Agree to my divorce and the rest of my planned activities will cease.”

“You admit then you sabotaged my bathroom.”

“I admit nothing. I’m simply saying, there is so much more to come if you don’t concede.”

“You are playing a dangerous game, my little wife.”

“It’s you who should heed your warning, my oversized old husband,” she countered with a haughty smirk. “Don’t you have a toilet to tend to upstairs?”

“No,” he shook his head. “Let the house flood. I don’t give a f**k. I could rebuild this house a hundred times and still not dent a bank balance.” His smile was wicked as he looked down at her in her towel, her back pressed against the shower door and his grip upon her shoulders. It was as if he had noticed for the first time her state of undress and he was now thoroughly distracted from his rage. He slid his palms down her arm, “on the other hand, repairing the damages to our marriage feels like a much more pressing matter.”

“Miklos,” she felt the massaging way his hands were rubbing up and down her biceps, dangerously close to her breasts, which were barely covered with the towel. “Surely one of the names in your little black book would be more conducive to this seduction attempt.”

“It’s not an attempt,” he laughed lowly, the richness hotter than the shower she’d just taken. “I am going to seduce, my beautiful little wife.”

“Call one of your girls,” she shook her head, “I’m not interested.”

“I deleted every number out of my phone,” he said smirking as she avoided his mouth when he leaned to k**s her. He pressed a k**s to her jaw. “I have only eyes for my wife.”

Dimi wondered what she had gotten herself into when he strung a line of k****s along her jaw and down the curve of her neck as his hands continued to make sweeping motions along her biceps and shoulders. She leaned into him as his lips found the thrumming heartbeat at the base of her neck and twirled his tongue over it. She shuddered involuntarily.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he lavished her neck with hot k****s and long languorous sweeps of his tongue. “I’ve been dying to k**s you again since this morning.”

“Miklos,” she protested weakly as he sucked deeply on her pulse, her knees weakening. His knee caught her, lifting upward to catch her at the middle, his thick hairy thigh pressing hard against the soft juncture between her thighs. She let out a low m**n as she realized his bare thigh was pressed directly against her naked body.

“We shouldn’t,” she muttered as her breath caught at his actions.

“We most assuredly should,” he mumbled as he resumed lathing her neck with k****s.

She turned her head to say something, anything, which would make him move but her eyes locked with his and she capitulated to the desire in his eyes. His eyes were questioning and demanding. He was looking at her with wanton need and in her head, she heard the hundred times she had told her friends to do with their bodies as they wanted. Right now, she wanted this, and the small sigh of acceptance escaped her lips. Tomorrow she would regret. Tonight, after the violence of the warehouse, in this moment, he was all she wanted and needed, and she was tired of fighting it.

His lips claimed hers hungrily and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he almost lifted her from the floor up the shower wall, his tongue sliding past her lips to tangle with his. His hair was damp, and he smelled of soap and tasted of toothpaste and she couldn’t get enough. His nose brushed against hers as he swept his mouth back and forth over hers, turning her face to meet his, his plush lips sucking and sweeping over hers.

She clutched a handful of his hair, and he g*****d loudly as she kissed him back. She had dreamed of him wanting her like this for so long and now with his demanding feverish attention to her, she was oblivious to anything other than him.

The heat of his thigh against her womanhood had her whimpering and he bit her l*p gently, sucking her bottom l*p between his before stroking it with his tongue. She felt her breath hitch when one his hands slipped under the edge of the towel and curved around her bare a*s, squeezing the flesh into his oversized palms.

His hands pulled her downward onto his thigh and the rough movement made her cry out, her head falling backward away from his k**s as his mouth dove for her pulse again. He peppered her collarbone with searing licks and nibbles. When his fingers pushed the towel away from her skin, she felt the chill of the air turning her already hardened n*****s into pebbles. His thumb brushed against one and she arched her back high against him

She wanted this, wanted him and when his lips moved to capture the dusky pink areola, sucking deep into his mouth, her m**n of pleasure echoed in the quiet of the room around them. She shivered as he twisted and turned the bud along his tongue. His other hand clutching and massaging her bottom, his fingers dangerously close to her naked middle.

“Dimitra,” his voice was hoarse as he cupped her breast with his hand, squeezing it in his palm and sucking deeply on her, “so perfect.” He nipped her and she squealed at his bite and then dug her fingernails into the back of his head.

“I can feel how wet you are against my leg,” he m****d over the mouthful he had. He slipped his hand between his thigh and her slit.

Dimi made a garbled noise as his finger slipped along the moist line of her middle, tenderly stroking her, upwards. She murmured his name as he continued toying with her breasts all the while his finger moving in quicker rhythm. His thumb found her c******s and she gasped loudly when he tapped it like a buzzer and then began circling it. Her h**s bucked as his finger plunged deep into her suddenly, curling to find the most sensitive of her spots.

Her legs fell apart over his thigh, half-sitting, leaning back towards the shower wall, while his fingers plunged in and out of her, alternating with playing with her clit and smoothing her juices over her p***y. When his mouth left her n****e, she protested the movement, but he merely moved to pay homage to the one he hadn’t touched yet as he continued flicking his fingers inside her.

“Miklos,” she felt the spiral of pleasure coiling in her middle, deep in her pelvis and knew she was going to o****m. “I-I,” she was falling apart in his hands and then without warning he dropped to his knees in front of her. “Oh god,” she whimpered as she immediately knew what he intended. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back to the glass door.

The balls of her feet landed to the cool tile and where his thumb had just been his tongue slammed and she gave a sudden scream as his fingers twisted and turned coaxing the building o****m into a climax. He sucked and licked the moisture seeping from her body, his tongue never leaving her. He pulled her h*p forward, throwing her leg over his shoulder. The move was dirty and depraved and nothing Dimi had ever done with anyone, and he was feasting on her p***y like a starved man. The smacking noises he made as he relished the tangy sweetness of her reverberated around them. The demanding tone of his voice ordering her to c*m again made her almost weep, her h**s thrusting to meet his tongue plunging in and out of her with his fingers.

She came again, this time more violently than the first, her hands yanking his hair, grinding her h**s against his face, his nose rubbing against her clit while he drank every drop spilling from her now soaked and throbbing core. She was f*****g his face and it felt sinful and wicked and oh so very good. Her legs trembled and she was unsure how she remained upright as he didn’t stop the assault of his tongue on her through her entire o****m. She shuddered as he chuckled hotly against her.

“My little wildcat,” he drew his tongue up her middle in one movement before moving to stand upright.

He gripped her by the shoulders and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She cried out with the abrupt movement. She could taste herself on him and wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, so she was sitting partially on the edge of the marble countertop. She could feel the tip of his c**k against her swollen lips and her h**s were edging toward him as if begging for him to plough through.

She needed this, needed him. She’d fantasized too long and now he was here, wanting her with his thick hard length poised to plunder her as deep as she dreamed. Her knees fell apart while her ankles curled around his thighs. He never stopped kissing her and then he shoved into her.

She tore her mouth away from his as he filled her in one swift motion. The pain instantly rocked her to her soul and then it faded fast as he began thrusting in and out of her. He filled her too the brim too many times to count, fast and furious and her hands fell from his shoulders to grip the cold countertop. His lips were everywhere and while one hand, held her h**s in place while he f****d her vigorously on the countertop, his other hand was in her hair, pulling her head backwards, stretching her torso so he could suck and lick every inch he could reach.

She was coming again. She could feel it build and he knew it.

“So, f*****g tight,” he g*****d as he continued pommeling her, “that’s it, baby, squeeze my c**k with your pretty little cunt.”

His filthy words were her undoing, and she screamed his name, it echoed off the tiled walls as he rammed her through her pleasure. She felt hazy and drunk now as her head lolled back, fully supported only by his rough hands.

His c**k moved in and out of her with rhythmic precision, hitting her perfectly inside and she felt her breasts bouncing with every thrust he gave her. When he lifted her off the counter and slammed her body against the wall, she winced with the action and raked her nails down his shoulders. Her head was resting against his shoulders and her back was getting sore from being pushed up and down the tile. Yet he didn’t stop.

He was ruthless in his domination of her, urging her to f**k him back, laughing when she drew b***d on his shoulders with her teeth. Even after the fourth o****m which nearly rendered her unconscious, he continued thrusting upwards into her.

She m****d when he abruptly pulled out of her and leaned her over the counter, fisting her hair and forcing her eyes to meet his in the mirror. He slammed into her from behind and she screamed as he filled her to the hilt. Pain and pleasure mixing in tortuous ecstasy . Her knees buckled yet he showed no mercy, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into her. Over and over, he did this, never letting her look away from him as he worked towards his own release.

“One more time for me, Dimitra,” he ordered her, his face sweaty and his body glistening behind her.

She watched him in the mirror as his hand took one of her hands off the edge of the counter and pushed it under her body.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. When she whimpered, he growled at her and then grunted with pleasure as she began to play with her clit. “Don’t look away from me, baby. Don’t you dare. I want to see you come again. I want to see you come with me, all over me while I come deep inside this hot little body. I’m going to fill you with my come.” He reached around and tweaked her n*****s in a firm pinch and Dimitra m****d loudly with the pleasure and he smiled wickedly at her in the mirror. “That’s my girl. Mine. All f*****g, mine.”

She felt herself spiraling as he continued speaking to her, and just as her o****m started to build, he picked up tempo. She was on her tiptoes now, struggling to stay on her feet as he pushed towards his end goal. She watched as he stiffened out behind her, his eyes dark like coal burning hers in the mirror, staking a claim as his hand squeezed her breast while he exhausted every single drop of his seed into her body.

They stood staring at each other in the mirror for what felt an eternity to Dimitra. The buzz of the high of being dominated by Miklos Laskaris slowly dissipating and reality sinking in. She’d done it. She’d had s*x with the one man she had needed to get away from.

As soon as he withdrew from her body, he spun her around and crushed her to his chest, kissing her on the mouth demandingly, “don’t you dare go hiding into your head. This was incredible and something I will treasure in my memories until the day I die.” He stroked her cheeks, “my little sassy wife, Dimitra loves being dominated and having it rough.” He smiled softly, “you are so stunning.” He kissed her again, softly this time, gently as if soothing her soul.

Dimitra barely squeaked when he swept her up in his arms and carried her through the bathroom to the adjoining bedroom and gently lay her on the duvet. He kissed her tenderly again, peppering her face with several little k****s. “Rest, my little wife. I will get you cleaned up and you can sleep.”

She whimpered at his gentle touch and turned her head into the pillow. Dimi couldn’t keep her eyes opened any more and she let them flutter closed. Reality was merging with her dreams as she let sleep claim her. She felt the cool touch of a damp cloth against the inside of her thighs and heard the guttural growl as he said something furious.

“Dimitra,” he brushed her hair off her cheeks, “open your eyes for me baby. I need to ask you something.”

Dimi sunk deeper into the pillows, exhaustion pulling her deep and fear of knowing what he wanted to ask barring her from complying. Tomorrow. She’d deal with it all tomorrow.