Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 47

Dinner was a lot of fun with the music and dancing on the stage exciting and sexy. The food, she was truthful, was far better than the enchiladas Trip had treated her to. Fresh seafood and beautiful rice pilaf had been coupled with perfectly steamed local vegetables.

Miklos more than once had her laughing so hard with his commentary of the show, she had damn near peed herself.

He was charming and funny, and all of his attention was focused on her. For all the scantily clad women on the stage, shaking their tailfeathers, more than once she had caught him staring at her with a look of hunger and desire. His eyes were dark and stormy and often she had felt his fingers stroking along the inside of her thigh or rubbing the back of her hand. He had allowed her chair to face the table, but they had remained h*p to h*p during the entire dinner and she truly felt as if he couldn’t get closer to her.

When the show was over, Miklos escorted her outside into the now dark evening and held her hand tightly in his grip. She was still smiling broadly at the fun evening and as much as she wanted to take him back to the rooms and do wild and naughty things with him, she wasn’t ready for the easy and relaxed feeling they were sharing to end.

He motioned across the road, “if we go on the beach there, it takes us all the way back to the enclave but it’s about an hour and a half walk. We could just take a taxi and be back in twenty minutes. It’s,” he flicked a glance at his watch, “just after nine. Thoughts?”

“Let’s walk on the beach. We have all night, right?”

“We do,” he dropped his arm over her shoulders letting her know he approved of her decision.

They started walking down the beach, holding hands and Dimitra was happier than she had been in a long time. For nearly thirty minutes they walked in quiet comfort barely speaking a word until he broke the silence.

“What are you thinking, my little wife?”

“I’m pondering all the ways I’m going to drive you crazy for the next fifty years.”

He chuckled at her words, “is this so?”

“Yes. I think the first thing we do when we get home is make sure the spare room, I like so much is all fixed back up for me.”

“For you?”

“Yes, I feel you’ll be sending me to sleep alone after many of the things I have planned.”

He turned to face her walking backwards and grinning down at her, “I will have you know you will never sleep alone again for the rest of your life. Even if I’m ready to strangle you for being so annoying, you will be sleeping in my arms.”

“I’m not annoying.”

“You put my sleeping body all over LA with lovely comments. My favorite of course was how I’m bringing sexy back.”

“You are bringing sexy back,” she giggled.

“I did not however, appreciate the laxative prank.”

She laughed loudly. “It was a good one.”

“As the individual on the receiving end, no, it was not,” he stumbled over an unseen object behind him and almost fell.

“You can walk beside me.”

“I could but the moon is shining right over your face, and I can’t see if it I’m walking beside you. This way I can see your every expression.”

“You are really corny.”

“Can I be honest?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never done this.”

“What?”

“Been corny, cheesy, flirty with a woman.”

“Really? What has been your method of picking up a girl?”

He gave a smarmy smile and then tilted his head with a nod. “Want to come back to my place and f**k?” he lifted an eyebrow at her with a very serious expression on her face.

“Does it work?” she stopped walking and stared incredulously.

“Every. Single. Time.”

“Why? What woman in their right mind thinks it’s attractive?”

“How did Ben get you to suck his d**k?”

She slapped at him. “Miklos!”

“Hey, I shared my pick-up line. How did you get the guys? What made Big Ben decide to flop it out and ask for your lips to go around it?”

She gave a shake of her head, “it just happened.”

“How?”

She gave a sigh, “I had a nightmare one night. He came in to see if I were okay and he stayed all night just holding me so I could sleep. Afterwards he stayed with me every night to make sure I was okay, and we started getting more and more intimate. Then the night before I was off to Dubai, it went a bit off the rails and things almost happened, but I had a call from the guy I would be working for in Dubai which interrupted things and I reminded myself I was on the cusp of something I wasn’t ready for with a man who was still technically my boss. I stopped and that was that.”

“What was the nightmare about?”

She twisted her lips not wanting to answer. She knew he really didn’t want further details on her intimate relationship with Ben.

“Come on, we agreed honesty above everything!” he taunted her.

“We absolutely did not agree to honesty above everything. There are things I never want to know.”

“Well, there are things I want to know. What do you have nightmares about?”

“Do you remember when you were in Miami three years ago for the rebranding of the third Laskaris club in the city?”

His footsteps faltered, “what about it?”

“He called me.”

“He told you what happened?”

“Yeah,” she looked away from the concern on his gaze. “You got stabbed Miklos.”

“I did. It wasn’t anything to write home about,” he stopped walking and tilted her chin, “or to call you and cause you to have nightmares about. Vasili shouldn’t have worried you. It was three stitches to my shoulder. Just three.” He took his jacket off and tossed it to the sand and unbuttoned his shirt and lifted her finger, “baby, it was this, nothing more.”

She let her finger run under his shirt and traced the tiny scar. “Pop told me you had a lot of b***d loss, and I should be home to see you in the hospital.”

“I didn’t even go to the hospital. I had Ajax stitch me. He has paramedic training. He could handle it.”

“What happened?” she reluctantly pulled her hand out of his shirt.

“We had a guy in the club. His girlfriend asked me to dance. I danced. He didn’t like it and he threw a punch. He didn’t land it of course and I tossed him and his girl out of the club. He waited for me outside the club. I saw him coming and I was laughing at him and missed the knife. He managed to sink the tip through my suit jacket and shirt.”

“Nobody gets murderous because you danced with his girl.”

He looked away.

“Oh my god, you f****d his girl?” A laugh bubbled out of her chest in complete contradiction to the weird pain.

“I’m sorry Dimitra.” He looked back to her and stepped closer to her. “I am so sorry for cheating on you.”

“Our marriage wasn’t real, Miklos,” she whispered unable to look at him.

“It should have been. I could not be more ashamed of myself than I am. I do not deserve to be here with you right now. I do not deserve your forgiveness,” he fell to his knees in front of her and held her hands tightly in his and stared up at her, “I am so sorry. I love you Dimitra. I promise you; I will spend every minute for the rest of our lives making you know how loved, valued, and special you are to me. I will never,” his voice broke as he struggled for his words, “never disrespect you or our wedding vows again.” He cleared his throat as if tears clogged it. “I am so sorry.” He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek to her hands.

She stepped closer to him, her heart in her throat at the vulnerable man kneeling before her. She cupped his cheeks with her hands and leaned down and kissed the tear off his face, “I love you Miklos. I am going to hold you to this vow. If you break it, I will destroy you so badly you will wish for laxatives instead.”

He smiled at her words, “I consider myself duly warned.”

“Get up, my love. You are too strong a man to be on your knees for a woman.”

“But you are not just a woman,” he didn’t get up and wrapped his arms around her middle, “you are Dimitra Lykiaos Laskaris and the true head of our family. You are my queen and at your feet is where I belong.”

She pushed him backwards into the sand and straddled him. “Where you belong is with me at my side, not at my feet, my love. Though,” she looked down at him, “I think I like this view.” She could feel him growing hard under her h**s. “I also like how this feels.”

“Do you feel in control?” he gripped her h**s and ground his to hers.

“I do,” she giggled as she looked around nervously.

“We are between resorts, nobody can see us,” he adjusted her skirts over his waist and slipped his hand between them touching her through the lace panties she had mentioned earlier. “I could,” he shifted under her, “pull my c**k out and just fill you right here, right now.”

“Won’t we get sand up in places we shouldn’t?” she was growing wetter by the second as his fingers slid past the thin fabric and stroked her bare skin. She gasped, “Miklos,” he shoved his finger deep inside her and began pumping it.

“Unzip my pants, Dimitra.” His voice was dark and throaty as he looked up at her, watching the way she rode his hand.

“What is someone sees?”

“They can see nothing. You are just sitting on me, a queen on her throne.”

Her fingers fumbled nervously as she pulled his rigid shaft out from his boxers and positioned herself over him and he shoved her panties aside. She was drenched with anticipation, and he thrust upward as she settled downward, filling her to the brink in one movement. She m****d with the instant gratification of the full feeling only he gave her.

“Pull one tit out.” He ordered.

She looked at him as he started thrusting under her, trying to steady herself on her knees whilst straddling his h*p. “What?” she could barely catch her breath with the furious way he was moving beneath her and now he was uttering dirty instructions.

“Move the top of your dress so I can see your magnificence,” he slapped her bottom under her dress, and she yelped but then did as he commanded. “This is going to be fast Dimitra. I’m going to make you c*m and then I’m going to c*m, okay? We’ll finish back in the bed later but right now,” he g*****d as she rotated her h**s against him, “f**k you feel good.”

She pulled her bra sideways and pushed her breasts into the v of her dress and he cursed at the bold movement.

“You listen so good, my little wife,” he was gripping her waist tightly, his fingers pinching her h**s as he watched her breasts bounce in the moonlight while she rode him hard, rocking her h**s back and forth and rotating them as if she were born to be where she was. For one with little experience, she was making sure she took as much as he was giving. Her breath was shallow and her head swimming with the pleasure he was giving her.

Her head fell back as, just as he promised, her o****m came fast. “Miklos.”

“That’s it, Dimitra,” as she climaxed atop him, he grunted his own pleasure.

Moments later she fell forward and giggled against his chest, feeling wicked and wanton. “What the hell?” she asked as she brushed hair off her cheeks.

“This is me finding out my wife likes risky play,” he rolled her onto her back and pulled out of her, his manhood resting against her belly under her skirt between them. “You like the possibility of getting caught. First today on the water in the kayak and now on the beach with houses everywhere.”

She looked around frantically, “there aren’t houses everywhere.” She looked around in shock to see there were two houses set far back from the beach. She slapped at him, “Miklos you said nobody can see us.”

“Nobody could see me. I was flat to the ground.”

“Oh my god,” she put a hand to her cheek in embarrassment.

“I love you,” he was laughing outright. “Do you regret what we just did?”

“No.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes,” she didn’t deny it.

“Then we should get our butts home.”

He adjusted himself and laughed as she complained about sand being in her panties. “We will shower when we get back.”

She wriggled as they started walking again, “it’s like having sandpaper on my coochie.”

He got on his knees, reached under her dress, and tore the panties off and then shoved them in his pocket. “There, problem solved.”

A few steps later she looked at him, “now I have a new problem.”

“What is it?”

“How often have you had s*x without a condom?”

“Never. You’re the first.” He was truthful.

“Normally you throw out your swimmers with the latex, right?”

He threw his head back and laughed at her dilemma. “Ah, I understand.” He bent down and rolled his pantlegs up to his knees, removed his sneakers and socks and then told her to pass him her shoes. He walked them into the surf and chuckled as they walked in the water, her waist deep in spots and holding her dress to her h**s.

He clucked his tongue after they had walked another thirty minutes, chatting quietly, now both walking only with their feet in the water, the edges of her dress trailing in the ocean.

“What are you clicking at me for?”

“It’s a waste of my swimmers,” he nudged her and used her lingo.

“Then next time don’t waste them.”

“What should l do with them?” his voice held excitement.

“Feed them to me.” She giggled as he cursed her for her crude words. “You asked!”

“I was hoping you would say we could make babies with them.”

“No. I want you to myself. I just got you. I’m not sharing, not even with our offspring. Besides, it will piss Vasili off to no end if we make him wait.”

“What if he dies before he sees his grandchild?”

“He’s going to outlive us all. He’s sold his soul to the devil. Eternal life. All he has to do is keep going into mama’s church and defying God.”

He chuckled, “there could be truth to it. Tell me, why do you sometimes call him Pops, sometimes Dad and sometimes by his first name.”

“They all mean the same thing to me, I guess.” She shrugged, “I mean no disrespect when I call him Vasili. There were so many times in my childhood he would encourage me to use his first name, especially around the warehouses.”

“Our children will never call me Pops or Miklos or I’ll kick their asses.” He muttered with a shake of his head. “’Pops’ is awful. It’s what you call cereal.”

“What do you want them to call you?” she was holding his hand her lips pursed as she fought the smile from his very serious tone

“Daddy,” he said with a shrug. “It’s what I called my father. Dad when I got older.”

“You call your mom, mother.”

He grinned at her, “I know. It makes her nuts. She hates it. If she had her way, I’d still call her mummy.”

“You realize our children are going to be a bad mix of both of us. They are going to be defiant assholes.”

“Yes, but I have infinitely more practice at being a defiant a*****e. They can bring it on. I’m ready.”

“You’re insane.” She could see their enclave up ahead. “Almost home.”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her close, kissing her temple. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For tonight, for agreeing to come home, for not leaving me and divorcing my a*s. For everything.” He hugged her tight.

She looked up and saw the lights on the balcony next to his. “Your neighbors are sitting on their balcony again. I’m starting to feel they are watching us. Maybe they need inspiration.”

“They are very weird.” He made a face. “I feel you are right, and they are watching us.”

“They probably are.”

He tugged her hands, “come, let’s stay here for a bit longer. It’s a beautiful night.”

“Can we watch the stars?”

He paused and turned to look at her. “Do you remember the last time you and I watched stars together?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “You were there when I got dropped off on prom night and we climbed onto the roof of the house and stayed up until dawn. You said nobody should go to bed on prom before sunup.”

He threw his jacket down on the sand and they lay back against it, her curled up against his chest. The cresting of the water not far from their feet a sensual song of background music while they lay there and reminisced about shared memories. He was reminding her it hadn’t been all bad, all violence and all chaos. There had been lots of family time, laughter, love, and closeness.

She found herself drifting off to sleep in his arms. She felt him scoop her up and then drop their shoes and her purse onto her belly. “oof, what are you doing?”

“I will very romantically carry you back to the room but you need to wake up so we can get cleaned up. We’re full of sand.”

“Can we get dirty after we get cleaned?” she asked with a smile winding her arms around his neck.

“I believe I owe you slow and sensual,” he agreed with a k**s to her mouth.

Once in her unit, he deposited her to the bathroom and turned the shower on, “it’s not really big enough for two in here. It will be a tight squeeze.” He shook his head, “of all the places you, as a new billionaire could choose, you picked a three-star enclave.”

“I didn’t think you’d find me if I went anywhere cheap.” She grimaced as she stepped into the tepid water.

“We’re not as good as you but my IT guy Christos bugged your living room and your bedroom. I listened to you curse me out all night, all the plans to run, hide, make babies with strangers and,” he stroked her cheek, “I listened to you cry in your girlfriend’s arms.”

“Sneaky son of a b***h,” she tried to be annoyed as he soaped her down with deft hands.

“I can make it up to you,” he promised. “It’s going to take me decades, but I will.”

She closed her eyes as his hands soapy and slippery curved over her h**s, then her torso than her breasts. His fingers and thumbs stopping to play with her n*****s. He moved her under the water to rinse before covering the dusky pink pebbles with his mouth. The water flattening his hair to his scalp as he took turns suckling one breast than the other. She clutched his head to her, a low m**n escaping her throat as he twisted and turned the peaks of her firm mounds along his tongue.

He shut the water off and carried her dripping wet to the bed and lay her on it.

“We’re wet.”

“Don’t care,” he knelt between her legs and lay over her, his body covering hers completely and kissing her mouth.

He was so warm against her damp flesh she was certain steam arose from their bodies. His hands stroked every inch of flesh he could find as he kissed her softly and tenderly. His lips moved to the edge of her mouth, along her jaw and down her neck. He took his time sucking along her neck and her back arched against the feelings he was creating with the love bites.

There was no intense foreplay or dirty talk as he slowly, languidly loved her. His strokes and caresses all the touch she needed and when he positioned to enter her, her legs, bent at the knees, fell apart welcoming him deep inside.

They both sighed, swallowing each other’s breaths as their lips locked as tightly as their bodies were joined at the h*p. He rocked slowly, pulling all the way out and then burying himself deep again. Over and over for what felt like hours he loved her. He whispered soft, sweet words of love and adoration with every climax. Apologies fell from his lips a hundred times and a hundred times she accepted his sorrow as the truth and loved him back. When finally, they were both satiated and replete and she was curled up in his arms, content unlike any other feeling she’d ever had, she felt finally, they both were at peace with where their hearts were.

“I love you Dimitra,” he whispered as he drifted off to sleep beside her.

“I love you, Miklos,” she whispered back, her eyes closed and sleep sucking her down.

Then he snored. She kicked him hard, rolled over and ordered him to not fall asleep until she did first. He chuckled, mumbled his wife was a dictator and held her until she snored first. It was the best sleep either of them had ever had.