Elena (the wife)
I tapped my foot and looked at my wristwatch again.
He was late for Valentine`s Day dinner.
I heard footsteps and lifted my head in anticipation. To my dismay, it was only the maître d' bringing me a pink-wrapped box with a notecard tied to it.
The note said: "My darling forever Valentine, my meeting ran late. I am sorry I won`t be able to make it to dinner. Meet you at our hotel room soon. – A, your beloved husband."
I sighed, unwrapping the box before me.
He got me a box of chocolates – how cliché.
I opened the lid and carefully inspected the contents, picking the most delicious-looking praline and popping it into my mouth.
I sucked on the sweet treat as the dark chocolate melted on my tongue, creating a smooth cream of pure pleasure.
The slightly bitter aftertaste left on my tongue mirrored my mood perfectly.
I felt the sadness curse through me for the thousandth time this month.
I knew my husband was a busy man when I married him. I knew what to expect, and yet I still felt disappointed.
Don Alessandro Giancana – the most powerful man in his crime family and the man I married three years ago.
I had seen him less and less lately, which has made me feel neglected and needy. Not to mention sexually ravenous.
Unfortunately, my desire for sex did nothing for my hunger for food; frankly, it decreased it further.
Deciding I had no appetite for dinner, I stood up, tipped the maître d', and walked out into the crisp night.
I knew walking in the city streets alone in the late hours was not the best idea, especially for a woman dressed as expensively as I was, but I needed the fresh air.
My cream-colored silk dress hit my thighs just above the knees with a slight slit on a side, exposing my upper thigh and making it a tad more sensual.
The dress fit me like a glove, hugging my curves like it was part of my skin.
The fairness of my complexion combined with the shimmery silk was the perfect contrast to my dark chestnut hair that fell in waves just below the swell of my breasts.
Chilly air made my bare nipples protrude through the thin fabric. Taking deeper breaths made them brush against the silk like a soft caress, stiffening my neglected flesh.
As the cold wind picked up, I tightened my thin coat around myself.
A strange feeling churned in my stomach.
A shiver ran straight through my body.
It was not the cold air that made my skin prickle and my hair stand up in alert.
I felt a body behind me as a large hand pressed a rag to my mouth, a pungent smell invading my nostrils.
The world went black.
***
I smelled blood before I could open my eyes. The fear that it was mine forced me to blink them open quickly.
I was in a sort of warehouse.
I tried to rub the tiredness off my eyes, something was pulling my wrists back.
I was tied to a wooden chair, the ropes tightly pressing into my wrists, ankles, and abdomen.
Still feeling a bit disoriented, I gazed down. A tied-up man was lying lifelessly next to my feet. He looked like someone roughed him up well.
I lifted my head and looked straight into the bluest eyes I had ever seen.
Arctic blue. Ice cold, contrasting the heat of his gaze. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me.
I gulped. I wanted to look away but I couldn`t. Something about him was pulling me in and trapping me as if I were an innocent fly caught in a spider`s web.
My heart raced along with my pupils dilating.
His intense stare wiped all the thoughts of my husband from my conscious mind.
He was a force to be reckoned with. His light ash hair and glacier eyes were completely juxtaposed with his enchanting darkness lulling me in.
The beaten man on the floor coughed, interrupting the intense moment.
Blue eyes blinked and turned his attention to the man, looking at him with pure disgust.
A ray of sunlight, coming through the window, caught the silver object he held in his big palm, almost blinding me.
A knife.
With incredible speed and strength, he stabbed the long knife deep into the man`s leg.
Blood poured out of the wound, soaking the man`s jeans. The massive red stain indicated the knife hit his artery.
Blue eyes smirked, pulling the knife out, spraying blood all over my cream-colored dress.
I watched the scene completely detached. As if I were watching a movie. As if I were not really there.
Growing up with a father in the mob prepared me for scenes like this one. My father did not believe shielding me from gruesomeness would do me any good, so he exposed me to stabbing, shooting, cutting, ripping, chopping, and other methods of hurting people early in my childhood.
Seeing the man bleed did not faze me; on the contrary, it made me feel at home.
The ease with which Blue-eyes did it made it almost sexual. He knew what he was doing. He wanted the man to bleed out but not lose consciousness too quickly. He had wanted to prolong his suffering. He was in control.
I did not even register another man coming in, but the dying man was soon dragged out by his arms.
Blue eyes stood and wiped the blood off his knife.
He turned to me and slowly came closer like a predator stalking his prey.
He went down on his knees and caressed my calf, his hand traveling down to my ankle.
His touch sent shivers down my spine. I couldn`t decide whether they were shivers of fear or lust. It didn`t matter. I was so gone for this stranger I felt like I`d let him bleed me out.
He cut the ropes tying my ankles, grabbed my knees, and spread my thighs, pulling the chair so close our noses were almost touching.
I sucked in a breath.
He tilted his head and pressed his lips to my neck. He bared his teeth and teasingly grazed my sensitive skin. He bit down to leave a mark.
I moaned, lifting my lower body off the chair, and grazing it against his.
He groaned, pulling back to get a better look at my body.
“You`re stunning,” he said, trailing the now clean knife down my neck to my shoulders.
He slipped the knife under the strap of my dress and cut it loose. He repeated the action on the other side, making my dress fall over the rope on my abdomen, exposing my swollen breasts.
Cool air and his heated gaze made my nipples stiffen and ache to be touched.
I didn`t have to wait long. He sucked my right nipple into his mouth, making my damp panties soak through and stick to my heated skin.
“I can smell how aroused you are, sweetheart,” he growled, pressing his left index finger to my center. He rubbed me up and down, “Look how soaked you are for me”.
