June
Ihit the buzzer on an old apartment intercom and wait. The line comes to life.
“Hello?”
“Hey, stranger. It’s been a while.”
Beth’s voice goes silent, but the line stays alive. I hear a Real Housewife reunion in
the background. “JUNE?! Are you kidding me? Is that really you?!”
“Y ep, buzz me in.”
The door unlocks. I make it up the st eps and Beth’s already waiting in the hall. She
screams and rushes me like a bull and I laugh as she hugs me wildly.
“Oh my god! I’ve been so worried! You disappeared but Marnie said you were okay
but couldn’t talk and I didn’t know what the heck that meant and now you’re married
and oh my god is that the ring and you have to tell me about your husband—“
“Calm down!”
“I’m so happy to see you.” Beth’s laughing and crying and hugging me. “Come on,
come inside before Mrs. Taylor calls the cops for an excessive display of emotion.”
Beth’s apartment is small, tidy, and immaculately decorated. I always loved this
place. She lives alone in a decent South Philly neighborhood. Rent’s high, but she
makes it work.
She p eppers me with questions as she makes tea. Nothing’s changed in the weeks
since I married Rafe. She’s still running the business though she says it’s a lot harder
without me.
“Come on, you were always the brains of the operation.”
She dismisses that with a waved hand. “Bullshit. I did decor. You did the important
stuff.” She sets down the hot beverages and sits across from me at the table. “Talk
now. Tell me everything. How are you doing?!”
I thought a lot about this on the way over. What would I tell her? How much could
I reveal? But now that I’m sitting here, it’s like all those careful plans evaporate into
the air.
“I married a mobster and fell in love with him.”
Beth laughs awkwardly but the smile dies the second she realizes I’m not kidding.
“Hattie’s father?”
“The one and only.”
“Holy crap. The mystery man.”
I give her the full story. I leave out some details, but she gets the less sanitized
version. When I’m done, she looks utterly stunned.
“I can’t believe you’ve been through all that in the last few weeks. This is crazy.”
“I know, right? But it’s good too. You should see Rafe with Hattie. The two of them
are like the same person.”
“I pray for the world if there’s a second Hattie.”
I tell her about how Rafe makes Hattie breakfast every day, how he’s infinitely
patient with her stories and questions, and he goes out of his way to make sure she’s
safe and happy.
“He really is a fantastic dad. I never would’ve guessed.”
“You’re here now though. Does that mean you’re back in the city for good?”
“I think so. Rafe has a town house in Old City—“
“Oh my god, of course he does.”
“Right off Two Street.”
“My god. That’s got to be millions of dollars.”
“Oh, easily, and it’s gorgeous too.”
She groans and gestures around her. “My landlord told me the other day that the
walls might leak this winter because he doesn’t feel like resealing the roof.”
“I might have good news on that front too.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “You know a roofer?”
“No, but Rafe is going to hire us for a job, and he’s really generous.”
She holds up her hands. “No, no way, I’m not doing charity gigs. I appreciate it,
but—“
“It’s not charity. It’s a real job. Me and you back at it again.”
She looks sk eptical. “But you’re married to a rich guy now.”
“Every Little Thing wasn’t only about the money, although it definitely was about
that too. Working with you is like... fulfilling. It makes me feel useful. So maybe I’m
financially stable now—“
“More like fabulously wealthy. Seriously, are you decked out in designer clothes
right now?”
I blush a little and ignore her question, because yes, yes, I am. “But I can’t imagine
not working with you. So I’m really sorry I haven’t been in contact lately and I
disappeared on you, but I promise, I’m back for good. What do you say? Will you
work with me again?”
Beth taps a nail against her chin. “Hmmmmmm. I don’t know. My best friend who I
thought was kidnapped suddenly returns and wants to get straight back to work.”
“I can see why you might hesitate.”
“But yeah, let’s do this shit.” She beams at me. “I’m happy you’re back.”
That went better than expected. I visit with her for another hour and we start
talking basic planning before I head outside again. A young family guard is waiting to
drive me back to the town house. I don’t mention the fact that I have an armed driver
and a black BMW to cart me around the city these days—that would only make Beth
jealous.
At home, Priya’s making dinner for Hattie and waves me off when I try to help.
Instead I go find Rafe who’s working from his office for once.
He looks up the moment I open the door. His face goes from strained and serious
to lighter. It brightens him, seeing me in his office, and that look sends a flood of
warmth to my core.
He loves me. Not in the normal, small way most men and women find, but in a
de ep way, like a black hole dragging me into him and never releasing me. It’s
constant, his love, a throbbing ache in my chest. It’s the way he glows when I’m near
him. The way he seems to shed some stress when I’m around.
“What are you doing?” he asks when I shut the door behind me and lock it.
“Don’t talk.” I pull off my shirt and kick off my shoes.
“Oh.” His eyebrows raise and he seems amused. “That’s it then?”
“Getting there.” I unhook my bra. I love the way his gaze sharpens as he takes in
my body. “Closer now.” I approach, shimmying out of my jeans. I’m trying to be sultry
but I lose balance and nearly fall. I laugh as I kick them aside. “How’s this?”
“That is perfect,” he says, drawing me to him, one hand on my ass gripping tightly,
his mouth kissing my chest. “God, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“I’d like to find out.” I drop to my knees in front of him. “I’m going to fuck you
now. I’m going to fuck you until I break because I’ve missed having you in my mouth
and in my pussy.”
His lips part. “Oh fuck, June. Since when did you talk dirty?”
I blush. “Was it bad?”
“God, no.” He fists my hair. “I love it when your slutty mouth tells me what you
like.”
I whimper as I tug off his slacks and release his massive cock. Even now it shocks
me, the size of him. I suck his tip because that’s the best I can do, using two hands to
stroke his shaft. I suck and lick and slurp, moaning as I do it, and he groans a low,
masculine purr.
“God damn, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he says, fingers tightening in my hair.
“Your dirty fucking mouth is heaven. So god damn wet. And when you tell me what a
slut you are? Then suck my big cock? There’s nothing better.”
I pull back, gasping. “I’m such a slut for you, Rafe.”
“Fuck, baby.” He slams his mouth to mine, kissing me hard, but I push him back.
“No kissing.” I take his dick and lick it. “This is what I want.”
“Oh god.” He moans as I take over, sucking and licking again. Spit rolls down my
lips, down his shaft, and I stroke him faster with my hands. He groans, his other hand
cupping my breasts as they sway and shake. I’m pulsing with how good it feels to be
in control, to make him melt, to get him hard. I love shocking him, surprising him.
Getting him turned on.
Making him feel good.
“I need more now,” I say, pulling back and getting to my feet.
He sits forward, a hand on my ass, the other massaging my pussy. “You needy girl.
Look at how wet you are.”
“Rafe,” I moan as he yanks my panties down and strokes his fingers along my
soaked folds.
“You’re dripping down your thighs! My god, you’re so fucking filthy, June. What a
dirty girl.”
“Yes,” I say, eyes rolling back, fingers grabbing his shoulders. I grind into his
hand. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“So fucking needy, wet, and drippy. This is what I love most about my wife. She’s a
dirty—little—slut for me.”
“Fuuuck,” I moan as his fingers grind into my pussy.
And I can’t take it anymore. I push him back and straddle him right on the chair.
His dick’s rock hard and still wet from my spit. Combined with how soaked I am, it’s
like slipping him inside is nothing.
He splits me wide. The bastard always does. He loves it, purring as he fills me. I
whimper his name. The pain isn’t so bad now. I’m getting used to him, but I doubt
it’ll ever be easy. But that’s part of the pleasure—finding how far he can go, what my
limits are.
I grind down on his big dick and take him de ep.
“That’s my girl,” he says, growling as I glide back up, working my hips. “Fuck,
baby, I don’t know how long I can handle you riding me like this.”
“Handle it.” I go faster, fucking him. “I want all of you, Rafe. Oh my god, it feels so
good.”
He bites my shoulder, hands spreading my ass open as he pounds into my pussy.
His desk shakes and a picture falls off. Pens rattle and roll to the floor. His chair
creaks and we don’t stop. He grinds and fucks into me, his big dick stretching me
wide and destroying me, and I can’t stop.
“You feel so good.” I bite his lip and moan into his kiss. “Please don’t stop. I’m so
fucking close.”
“I want to feel you come, baby,” he pleads, and there’s an edge of urgency. “I’m so
close. I’m going to break, baby, if you don’t come—“
I cry out, arching, tits pressed to his face. I make the big, bad, scary mafia man
crumble. I ruin him like he ruins me and the thought finally breaks me, pulls my
triggers, and sends me tumbling to hell.
I come so hard I almost black out. I feel him coming too, filling me between my
legs, heaven on fire. He snarls, biting my nipples, sucking, licking, kissing, his mouth
finding mine as I gasp for air, sweat rolling down my back.
I’m so small in his lap. He could break me if he wanted.
Instead, he strokes my hair. “Perfect, June, so fucking perfect.” He sounds like
he’s barely holding himself together.
“That was good, wasn’t it?”
“God, baby, it was exactly what I needed.”
I stay like that for a few minutes longer. We don’t have forever though. I’ll go join
Priya and Hattie soon.
But for now, I can be with my husband.
I can be a wife, the way I’ve always wanted.
“I’ve been thinking,” I whisper, and I feel a strange piece of me click into place.
Maybe it’s how relaxed I am, or how vulnerable I feel naked and in his lap like this,
but I want to tell him the truth. I want to give him this last part of me.
“What’s that, love?”
“This meeting me and Beth are going to plan. I know what you should do there.”
He chuckles and kisses my neck. “We’re going to vote.”
“That, but also something else.”
He leans back to study my face. His smile disappears. “You’re having wicked
thoughts, aren’t you?”
“I might be. I’m just so angry. Is that bad?”
“Not at all.” His thumb grazes my lips. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“It’s violent. It’s not very nice at all.”
“Good. Give me your plan, love, and don’t spare any details.” He grabs my ass
roughly. “And if it’s nice and bloody, it might even get me hard again.”
“You are de eply fucked up, you know that?”
“Yes, love, I do.” He kisses me and I love it. “Now, talk.”