"But will Katya lead her astray? I don't want conflict with one of my men because my wife gets his into trouble."
Lukas shakes his head. "Katya's not going to do anything stupid. She's young but she's pragmatic. She understands what it means to be a boss's wife."
I consider that for a moment. Anna Ricci would be well placed to introduce Katya to the women in my territory. It would be good for my wife to get to know them if only so I don't have to worry about her making friends elsewhere.
"Set it up. Anna can take Katya shopping tomorrow. Santo will take charge of guard duties but I want three other men with them."
"I'll arrange everything." Lukas gets to his feet. "Now, if there's nothing else, I'm going to watch the match."
"Match?"
Lukas rolls his eyes but he knows I don't keep up with sports, despite our lucrative gambling operations.
"Lazio v AS Roma."
"Right. Did we get much action on that?"
"People always go nuts when there's a local rivalry involved. Betting is up forty-three percent this week."
"Any anomalies?"
"Bets all look legitimate."
"Good. Then go enjoy the match."
Lukas hovers for a moment, giving me a look I can't read. Then he turns and leaves. For a moment I consider going after him to suggest we watch the match together. It's been too long since we had a few drinks and relaxed as we used to. But I've never really been into soccer and my thoughts are pulling me in a different direction. That seems to be happening a lot lately.
Closing down my laptop, I get up from the desk and pour myself a Scotch. I drink it slowly, relishing the deep oaky taste and the slight burn as it slips down my throat, then make my way upstairs. It's after midnight and when I stop outside Katya's door, there's no light coming from underneath.
That doesn't deter me. It's been two days since I sampled my wife's delectable body for the first time and I want to feel her tight pussy gripping my cock again. I push open the door and switch on the light.
Katya squeals and sits up in bed, instinctively pulling the sheet up to cover herself.
"Gabriele! You frightened me."
"Did I?"
Her brow furrows as I stalk across the room toward her. She drops the sheet, exposing her beautiful breasts tipped by dusky rose nipples.
"Do you want….?" She lets the sentence trail off.
I nod slowly. "Yes, I want."
She smiles softly and throws back the sheet, shuffling over to make room for me on the bed.
"Uh-huh." I shake my head. "Out of bed and face the wall."
There's the barest hint of stiffness in her shoulders, some internal resistance to my command that she quickly overcomes. She scrambles out of bed and moves past the nightstand to face the wall.
"Brace yourself with your hands. I want your legs spread wide."
She complies immediately and I wonder what compels her to obey. Is it an understanding that she'll be rewarded with pleasure if she does what she's told? She orgasmed on our wedding night. Perhaps she wants more of the same. Or maybe she's thinking of the contract she signed that gave me complete access to her body in return for my protection and the lifestyle she desires. It doesn't matter either way.
I unfasten my pants, freeing my cock as I position myself behind her. I run a hand over the curve of her ass. She's wearing black satin panties tonight. French style, I think.
"These are pretty," I murmur as I press myself against her back.
She nods. "I bought them in Pa….oh!" she gasps as I rip them off her.
