The night's rest was long and exceptionally peaceful. Lena rolled on the bed, tossing her hand on a hard chest. Her eyes flipped open and she sat up on the bed, gawking at Darian as he composedly slept beside her.
Scenes from the previous night flashed through her mind, when they made love, how his eyes were on her the whole time and just everything that happened before she got so tired and Darian washed her body before tucking her to bed.
He'd changed a lot, a lot better and she was glad. The early morning sun glistened upon his black hair, giving it a raven-black shiny glow. She couldn't help but run her fingers through it, she was about to touch him when he blinked his eyes, grabbing her hand.
"You love to admire me, don't you?" He asked, smiling sheepishly.
"No, there is something on your hair." She blushed, stroking his fingers as he held her firmly.
Darian sat up, his toned chest bared in front of her. She looked away to avoid drooling over him that morning. Covering her body with the duvet, she smiled and fiddled with her fingers.
"You should be at work." She didn't know the right words to come up with. But that felt right to stop the awkwardness between them.
"I should be with you, Lena. I want to spend every moment with you." He kissed the top of her head.
"Good morning," he greeted her and Lena nodded in response. She had forgotten to say her greetings, Darian was messing with her mind, and she didn't even know what should be done anymore. "How was last night?" He asked, his lips curling into a small smile.
"Was great," she answered. "I had the best time of my life."
"I'm glad you did." He let go of her. Getting to his feet, he took a step towards the vanity table. Lena's eyes ogled him, he was shirtless but putting on a pair of shorts. She wondered when he wore back his shorts, she must have slept so deeply that she didn't notice when he got away from her. "What would you like to eat this morning?" He asked, glancing through a text on his phone. He clenched his fist and dropped the phone back on the table. The text he just read annoyed the hell out of him, but he was with Lena and he didn't want to ruin the mood.
"Darian, is everything okay?" She glimpsed the glum expression on his face.
"Yes, I am. Just some things happening in the office. Don't worry, Molly will sort them out." He assured her, but she wasn't having it. She wrapped the duvet around her chest and walked down to meet him. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms against his chest. "We are alone in the room, why are you still covering your body? Oh, you don't want to tempt me this morning, right?" He smirked at her.
Lena halted in the middle of the room and glared at her nasty husband. "What's wrong with you?"
"I am fine," he walked up to her, taking her hands. "What do you want to eat?" He asked.
"Let's go home, Darian. We should go home already, we've spent a night here and…"
He pressed his lips to hers and senselessly kissed her before she could finish her words. His fingers moved around her body, smooching, caressing and kneading every part of her.
The duvet covering her body soon dropped to the floor, leaving her completely naked in front of him. He licked his lips, his fingers moving down between her thighs but she jerked away from him, running around the room.
"Why?" He asked confusingly.
"Let's have a bath before we do anything." She draped the duvet around her body again. "Darian, come on." She shoved him away when he was moving towards her.
He smiled, nibbling on his lips as he walked up to her. She ran around the room until he caught her in the doorway. He spun her around and pinned her back to the door, staring into her eyes.
"Have you heard of early morning sex and how good it can be?" He winked at her.
Her legs were throbbing as Darian talked dirty to her.
"You don't have to run away from me, you know I won't let you do what you don't want to do." He caged her in between his hands, his body pressing against hers. "I love you," he shut his eyes, teasing her earlobes with light kisses. His hand found her thighs, he slipped in a finger to feel her wetness. "You are running from me, yet, you are so wet for me. Are you sure you want us to have a bath?" He grinned, taunting his wife.
"Darian," she tried to muffle her moans as Darian worked his fingers on her.
"Let's have a bath," he stopped when she wrapped her arms over his neck, giving in to what he was doing to her. "You don't want it now." He knew she wanted it. It was glaring that she wanted him to continue but teasing her and making her beg for it was best in this situation.
He looked at her, anticipating her pleas to go on to satisfy her, but it never came. She just stayed there, squinting her eyes and biting on her lips like she was confused about something, maybe about life itself. She was so cute to watch and he just looked at her the whole time, taking in every of her perfect and beautiful features.
"I will be in the bathroom," she bent a little to pass through to the bathroom.
He didn't stop her, he let her go in. When she was gone, he pulled his shorts and joined her there, knowing well that she couldn't resist him there.
Lena gave in the shower, she was heated and couldn't restrain herself when he was standing tall in front of her; naked with a hard and dangling member that was calling out to her. She just had to obey.
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They were back in the bedroom and were getting dressed. Darian had ordered new clothes when she was asleep. She donned the sleeveless gown he got her and he, on the other hand, wore a pair of black shorts and a white T-shirt.
"Oh," Lena groaned. "I don't have anything here with me, thank God you got us new clothes."
"What do you want? I will get them for you."
"Darian, let's just go back home please." She murmured. "It was nice coming here, but our home remains where I want to be." She pouted her lips and he bent a little to kiss them. She chuckled lightly, throwing her hand at him.
"We will go home if that's what you want." He said. "But before then—" he was interrupted by the beeping sound of his phone. "Excuse me, Lena." A small scowl marred his face as he swiped on the screen of the phone to pick up the call. "What happened this time?" He asked the caller.
"What!" He yelled out, causing Lena to jerk in fear. "How did that happen? I thought we finalized the bidding long ago. How the fuck can…" He stopped mid-sentence when Lena was getting worked up. "I will be with you shortly." He ended the call and turned to Lena.
"What's wrong, Darian?" She queried.
"Lena, you have to remain here. Please don't leave." He pulled out the drawer and snatched his gun from there.
"Darian, where are you going?" She held him back from leaving. "Please, I don't want you to go out there and get involved with those dangerous men again, please, Darian."
"Lena, I have to go. There is an ongoing bidding that's about to be hijacked by our opponent and my presence is needed as the Don." He pressed his hand on her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "I have to go."
"Darian, why do you need a gun?" She didn't totally believe him.
"My opponent's family is dangerous, they might wage war against us and we just have to be always prepared for them. I will come back to you, let me deal with this for now, please."
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared at Darian. She was tired of that life, she could not even have a week with her husband, he always had to attend to one issue or the other.
"Lena, I will come back to you." He assured her but she didn't say a word to him. She went over to sit on the bed and he followed her. "See, I know that bastard's weak point, he just has to see my face to back down, I can't let him win over us." He pointed towards the door. "And I can't leave you if you are like this, I need you to stop crying."
"It's fine," she wiped her tears with her thumb and feigned a smile. "I will wait here for you."
"Lena," he cupped her face in his hands and shut his eyes. "I am sorry I have to go. They've won over us the first time and I can't let them win again, he's not capable of this deal, it has to be ours."
"Come back safely," she muttered. "Those men are dangerous, you know?"
He laughed. "They are not the only dangerous men out there, you do know that I am one too, right? The most dangerous man you'd ever meet actually."
She nodded her head, he was the most dangerous man she'd ever met, but he was her husband too and it didn't matter how dangerous he was, she knew he was always soft with her.
"I will be back," he stood up and headed towards the door.
Lena's eyes were on him as he shoved his gun into the pockets of his shorts. And what she thought of at that moment was how many humans Darian had killed in his lifetime.
It saddened her that that was the kind of life he lived but there was absolutely nothing she could do to change his fate.
He was the Mafia Lord and killing was inevitable to him. She rested on the bed, sighing as she drowned in the ocean of thoughts about her husband.