Arranged Pleasures

Prologue

EMELIA

M arriages are a complicated entity, especially when married into the biggest crime organization in the world. The Mafia. As the Regina of the Seattle Mafia, I Emelia Rene Valiente am married to a man so ruthless outside the walls of our home and even more in our bedroom.

When I met Nico Dante Valiente, I hated him. In fact, I was supposed to end him. Take him down and burn his empire. Once I was inside, however, the narrative changed. I was on my knees at his feet. Hating the man while being summoned by desire at his strong hands. My plus size body felt weightless in his overpowering muscular arms. The scars on his skin from a life of crime, only enticed me to salivate over what he could survive in order to unleash a chaotic lust on me every night when he crawled into our bed.

The world out there was terrifying, but Nico wouldn’t dare be caught dead. Because death means he loses me. Loses my love, but also my lust. He would be bruised and knocking on death’s door and still he would be between my thighs, reminding me that I am his and he is surviving close calls because I own his soul. His entire being.

Outside these walls and life before me, however, often creeps up in my mind. Nico owns a large sex club. Filled with rooms of different pleasures and never once has he taken me in there. What was behind those doors? Nico knew, because Nico tried all the women who came through or so he told me when we got married. Since our marriage, it has been just me. My husband had so many women before me, and I only had one man. My experience and sexual prowess had limitations in comparison to his. We make love and it isn’t for the weak and there is no doubt that it is more than fulfilling, but is it thrilling? Thrilling enough for him as it is for me. Nico could lay me down on my back and enter the same position nightly and I will always feel pleasure.

But would he?

Will I always be content? Maybe I wanted to try more, not because I’m bored or growing tired. No, it’s more for me to excite myself. To dig into parts of me and ignite fires that may be embers waiting to be fanned into a full inferno. Sexual pleasures are never just about what may curtail your curiosities, instead, exploration into worlds unknown. Discovering what you need to reach your full euphoric conscience. Tapping into your wildest imagination and entering your truest state.

Alas, I will take my ten years of marriage and what I have learned under his skillful touch and walk into a den of new worlds I can only imagine. What pleasures are waiting behind each door?