MY MAFIA MATE

SECRET AND JEALOUSY

The following week melted into a intoxicating, dangerous rhythm of deception and insatiable desire. Elena found herself living two completely different lives. By day, she was the dutiful wife smiling at Marcus, cooking dinner, listening to him boast about his rising status at Moretti Enterprises. By night, she became Dante’s. Completely, shamelessly his.

She met him almost every evening. Sometimes he would text her coordinates to his office after the building emptied. Other times, his private driver would pick her up and deliver her straight to the penthouse. Each encounter grew more intense, more addictive. Dante was relentless. He marked her skin with his mouth and fingers, leaving faint bruises on her hips and thighs that she had to carefully conceal with makeup and high-necked tops.

Marcus remained blissfully ignorant. He was too consumed by his sudden career surge to notice the way his wife’s eyes sometimes glazed over or how she flinched slightly when he touched her. Thanks to Dante’s calculated “interest” in the Rossi household, Marcus had received a major promotion along with a substantial bonus. Every time he kissed her cheek and said, “This is all because of you, babe. Dante really likes you,” Elena felt a sharp twist of guilt mixed with a dark, forbidden thrill.

One particular night, while Marcus was conveniently sent out of town for an overnight business trip, Dante took her to an exclusive rooftop restaurant. The city sprawled beneath them like a glittering sea of lights. Candlelight danced across the fine linen tablecloth as Dante’s strong hand rested high on her thigh under the table, fingers tracing teasing circles against her skin.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with want. His dark eyes devoured her across the table. “That dress should be illegal. I’ve been hard since the moment you walked in.”

Elena sipped her red wine, trying to steady her breathing. “Dante… we’re in public.”

“I don’t care,” he replied, his fingers slipping higher, brushing against the lace of her panties. “I hate knowing you still go home to him. That you sleep in his bed. That he gets to call you his wife.”

The raw jealousy in his tone sent a shiver through her. “This can’t continue forever,” she whispered, though her body betrayed her by parting her thighs slightly. “Someone is going to find out. Marcus isn’t stupid.”

Dante’s grip tightened almost painfully on her thigh. “Let them find out. I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you away from me, Elena. You belong to me now. Not him.”

The possessive declaration made heat pool between her legs. Dinner became a torturous game of restraint. By the time they left the restaurant, Elena was aching with need.

They didn’t even make it out of the parking garage. The moment they were inside the tinted limousine, Dante was on her. He shoved her dress up around her waist, tore her lace panties aside, and buried himself inside her with one powerful thrust. The car rocked with the force of his movements as he f****d her hard and fast, one hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.

“Mine,” he growled against her neck with every deep stroke. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Elena moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Only yours, Dante.”

They arrived at his penthouse still flushed and disheveled. Once inside, the intensity shifted. Dante carried her to the bedroom and laid her down gently on the black silk sheets. This time, he took his time kissing every inch of her body, worshipping her with his mouth and hands until she was trembling. When he finally slid into her again, it was slow and deep, their eyes locked in a connection that went far beyond physical pleasure.

Afterwards, as they lay tangled together, Elena traced the hard muscles of his chest with her fingertips. “Tell me the truth about you,” she whispered. “The parts no one else gets to see. Not the powerful CEO. The real Dante.”

He was silent for a long moment, staring at the ceiling. “My world is much darker than you can imagine, Elena. The legitimate business is only the surface. There are things I’ve done things I still do to maintain control. Blood. Secrets. Enemies who would use you against me if they knew how much you matter.”

A flicker of fear mixed with excitement ran through her. “I don’t care,” she said softly, pressing closer. “I just want you. All of you.”

Dante kissed her fiercely, rolling her beneath him once more. That night, their lovemaking felt different less pure lust and more like the terrifying birth of something deeper. Forbidden love was quietly taking root in the middle of their sinful affair.

But the illusion of safety shattered the next morning.

Elena’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. A message from Marcus:

Marcus: Big surprise dinner tonight with Dante to celebrate my promotion. He specifically requested you join us. Be ready at 7. This could be huge for us, babe.

Her blood ran cold. A dinner with both men her oblivious husband and her dangerously possessive lover sitting across from each other at the same table.

The dangerous game she was playing had just stepped into deadly territory.