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Chapter 11: The Dinner.
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When the Don Begged Chapter 11: The Dinner.
MariaThe Italian-American Charity dinner was being held in the city centre. It was in the Grand ballroom of a five-star hotel on Michigan Avenue, a place that smelled of elite; intimate, and old money. I had never been here before, and I thanked the Saints above for Mandy, who had been here quite often and chattered away with total abandon.The private dining room where the gala was being held occupied the back of the restaurant, separated from the main dining area by a pair of heavy walnut doors.Inside, everything spoke of old money and old loyalties. A long mahogany table dominated the room, set with crisp white linen, heavy silverware and wineglasses that caught the glow of the crystal chandelier overhead. Dark wood panelling covered the walls, broken by framed photographs of generations of the Families: weddings, christenings, political dinners, men long since disappeared but whose names still carried weight.The aroma hit me as we entered; the air smelled of garlic, rosemary, ro
When the Don Begged Chapter10. Changes around me.
Maria Breakfast was different that morning. Carmen sat at one end of the long table that could seat ten, while I stayed on Donatello’s left, with my sons on the other side.They were my husband’s rules.“My sons will not grow up mollycoddled by their mother,” he had snapped once, when I timidly suggested they sit beside me.I could feel Donatello’s unsmiling, dark gaze on me as he took in my appearance. He sipped his caffè corretto, the one I prepared for him every morning, though, of course, he did not know I did.Matteo ate his frittata, the eggs with peppers, which he loved, while Roman had finished his cereal and sat, waving his spoon and gabbling at me. Donatello shot Rosa a cold look, and she hastily carried the little fellow out before anyone got on the wrong end of his weapon: the spoon.I had worn a high-necked blouse with long sleeves to hide the love bites, and I knew my husband had noticed. He seemed unusually aware of me that morning, which put Carmen on edge. The dark e
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Maria Like every night when he took me, there was a frenzy in his movements, and I surrendered to his superior strength and expertise. To my credit, I did put up a fight and fought him for a time, raking my nails down his muscled back, but that only seemed to arouse him further.His mouth on my nape, he grunted, amusement lining his voice, as he rammed into my wet womb,“Ah…so my little slave can be a hell cat, huh?”My wrists were bound in a silken scarf above my head, and I squirmed as he played with my cl*t.Donatello brought me to the heights, holding back till I begged for mercy, and I cried out in pleasure as he thrust into me forcefully.I was dimly aware of him coming after I had orgasmed more times than I could count, his hot seed spurting into me.Belatedly, I remembered that I had not renewed my prescriptions for the Pill.He rolled off me after unfastening my hands, and we lay in silence, panting, our bodies damp. There was no affectionate moment after that, and I found m
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MariaDonatello stared at me, his face hard, blank. But I could sense his disbelief.The furniture had finally begun to talk back, I thought nastily.My heart was pounding, but I refused to let him see it. I had spent too many months learning how to hide fear behind stillness. Tonight I was too tired to roll over and be his f*ck toy.I thought of Belinda Barnes, her hands all over Donatello and sat up straighter. His deep baritone echoed in my head; just a while earlier, Donatello had dismissed me as being a burden, just a debt.It stung. So I raised my head, jutted my chin out, and glared back at him.I knew that he had never seen this side of me. I always played the Submissive, Obedient wife.But tonight, I was too weary. Or angry. Maybe both.No husband, I thought firmly, I have some self-respect left.I did not realise that the sheet had tightened around my chest, framing my full breasts.“You don't get to walk in here whenever you please,” I whispered, warming up to my new avatar
When the Don Begged Chapter 7: The tussle
Donatello walked to the bar. He was not a man who drank much, for he knew how drink could make a man weak. But now, he felt the need for a couple of stiff drinks.The image of Maria lying on the bed, her drab dress outlining her soft curves, was something he could not unsee.And then her lovely oval face: the way a blank expression had come over her features, like a shutter, as she stared at the lipstick on the side table, and the hurt beneath it lingered. Maria’s face, the hurt that was quickly hidden.He clenched his fists, and the tumbler crashed down on the counter.Belinda Barnes was no longer welcome to sleep in the guest room. She had been overstepping boundaries, but he was equally to blame, Donatello thought, in a rare moment of insight, and the thought soured his mood.The Don quaffed down the drink, and his man refilled his tumbler silently. He might not love his wife, but he would not make the mistake his father had. He didn't want his sons to grow up judging him.Belinda
When the Don Begged Chapter 6. Donatello: Reflections
DonatelloIn that unguarded moment, he felt a frisson of guilt that caught him off guard.He knew she was thinking of Belinda, who had come to him and complained, “Donatello, I have been wearing the same gowns over and over again.”Belinda had been at his side at every function for the last three years, ever since Matteo was born. As her Boss, he had obliged her, asking her to get a new gown. It had made perfect sense to him.Now a faint stirring of guilt arose, but he rebuked himself.After all, he had not gone out and bought clothes for his assistant himself; he had given her his card and asked her to get one when she smiled and pouted prettily. He argued with himself; he was not unfaithful. Now, frowning, he thought of how Belinda let her hand linger on his longer than needed…What no one knew was that he hadn't felt the need for another woman in his arms since he had wed Maria. The only woman he wanted to f*ck was his wife, bizarre as it might sound, he thought grimly. But now he
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