Salina frowned tightly, her back turned to her husband as they sat in a lounge. The lights were dim and there was music playing from the main room. Her arms crossed her plump chest annoyed.

"Salina," Dominik grunted quietly as he pawed at her hips. With a pout that tugged on his heart strings, she scooted further away.

This made her husband growl, grabbing her and yanking her back against him.

"Don't play with me tonight, жена." Dominik husked in her ear as he tightly wrapped his arm around her.

Furrowing her brow even as shivers fell down her spine, she turned back to him. Their faces were mere inches apart, her annoyed eyes flickered over his handsome face and then to his chest.

Dominik had business to take care of and appearances he had to make and that ended them up in the smoke bar. What was supposed to be a nice night was dampened by their argument.

"You're not listening to me, Ivanov," Salina hissed with a mean glare.

He cupped her jaw as he flickered his eyes down her figure pasted up against his own. She was in a black and gray zebra print dress, the fabric clinging to her skin as cut outs exposed her sternum and cleavage. Two tiny straps held the entire dress together as her legs were completely out. Heels laced up her calves.

Dominik could just eat her up, he licked his lips.

"I listened and I made my decision. You're not seeing him yet."

Dominik reached for his blunt, inhaling deeply as he eyed her from the side.

Salina's glare stayed in tact even as he gripped her jaw and thumbed her mouth open. Looming over her, he sealed his mouth over her own. Her eyes fell shut despite their argument and she inhaled the smoke from him deeply.

Dominik moaned quietly, trying to deepen it as he tongue slid against her own. Salina pulled away quickly however and pointed a finger in his face.

"It's not just your decision."

"Baby, I don't want to talk about it right now." Talking about Salina's father right now wasn't on his agenda- much less her visiting him. Although, he knew it was inevitable. It's been about a month and a half since Laurent was locked away and he knew Salina would want to see him soon.

Salina crooked her jaw, looking beyond their own secluded area and spotting Lev. "Fine," she stood up while pushing his hands off of her. Dominik groaned loudly, rubbing his hands over his face. They'd had a good day today, Salina excitedly showed him her ideas for their wedding. But while she dressed and loved on him, she asked about her fathers health.

Already seeing where it might go, Dominik can admit he got snippy. He didn't want to talk about Laurent- he wanted to talk about fitting in a quickie before they left.

But still she looked so pretty in her little dress, his ring on her finger, his necklace around her throat, and his cum sitting inside her from this morning.

The thought made him adjust his pants. Watching her heatedly, he lifted his blunt to his mouth to take a long hit.

"She's a feisty one," Angelo spawned out of nowhere in his private space. Sneering, Dominik shook the ash off on Angelo's expensive shoes.

"You're such a dick," his Italian friend rolled his eyes as he sat besides Dominik.

"I'm already pissed. Don't test me," the mafia Don growled.

Angelo was one of the four people that knew of Laurent's beating heart. Lev and his cousins being the only others. "She wants to see that fuck."

"You let him live, what did you expect?" Angelo leaned back against the cushion. Salina rested her head against Lev's shoulder while holding his bicep, pouting up at him as she probably tried to convince the older man to 'talk sense' into her husband.

"I expected to live guilt free and never acknowledge him again."

Angelo rose a brow, "You can't have actually expected that."

Dominik sighed, "I guess not but I can fucking hope." His head leaned back against the cushion as he stared intensely down his nose at his wife. The entire building was hazy with smoke as liquor was passed around.

Mafia and made men all lingered with their women, mingling and making business deals under Dominik's direction. The Ivanov family owned this business and it was just reopened after renovations- hence the opening party.

"She gave you an out and you didn't take it. You kept him alive and it's not fair of you to stop her from seeing him after going through all the trouble. Did you even ask why she wants to see him?"

The tattooed mans eye twitched, more irritated by the logical observations. "He's not even good enough to lick the dirt off her goddamn heel, we've already wasted enough time and energy on him."

"He's her father. There's years of history there you'll never understand. Out of all the decisions you make, this isn't one for you man."

Dominik ran a hand through his hair, messing the black strands up carelessly. He knew Angelo was right and that pissed him off even more.

"Fuck you and your stupid fucking moral compass," he crossed his arms. Angelo could only laugh at his friend.

Meanwhile across the room, Salina was taking a shot. Lev's hand was on her shoulder, looking at her in concern.

"You know he just wants the best for you. He was worried after everything happened, he probably doesn't want you to be upset again."

Salina's dark eyes slid to the older man, not looking amused. "That's fine. He can communicate that as his reasoning instead of blowing me off. You don't always have to defend him, Lev. He's a big boy."

Lev chuckled lowly, "You know I'll always defend him, Selly. It's what I do."

Salina waved him off as she stepped back from the bar. She debated going back to her husband but just as she turned, she came chest to chest with Giovanni Moretti.

The two locked eyes and the younger man smirked widely. "My, my, it's been a minute beautiful." Giovanni purred as he dragged his eyes down the voluptuous woman. Her curvy, soft sides hugged tight by her dress. Lev was behind them, rolling his eyes at the Italian boy. This should be fun.

Giovanni was obviously drunk or high- or both, his eyes low lidded and hazy. He grinned as he slowly circled her, getting a good eyeful of her.

"Watch yourself, Gio," Lev growled to the Italian.

"I'm watchin' somethin'," Salina turned with him. She glared at him openly.

"And I'll watch your ass get kicked. Go find someone else to drool over."

Giovanni groaned, "You're both so serious. C'mon I just want to see what the king is working with. I still can't believe he got you. Y'know I talked to Berna about getting you f'r myself," he slurred. "Then of course Ivanov swoops in and kills the bastard. Guess I dodged a bullet. But still... I'd have loved to take you for a ride."

"Too bad I'm busy riding your bosses dick all day everyday. You wouldn't know how to handle me," Salina hissed. "And Dominik definitely knows how to handle me."

"Yeah, you're his little personal slut?"

Salina's eyes slid over Giovanni's shoulder for a moment, then back to his gaze.

She stepped into his personal space, grazing her fingers over his chest teasingly.

"Mhm, his pretty whore. He fucks me so good," Salina purred with a tempting pout on her lips as she gazed up at him through her lashes innocently.

Giovanni couldn't help but lean in, inhaling her sweet scent just as she pressed a palm to his pec.

Just as he got too close, Salina leaned up on her toes only to shove him back.

As he stumbled back, a fist slammed into the entire right side of his face.

Salina had been watching her husband get worked up and watched him storm over. Of course, she had to give him the perfect opening to knock him out with one punch.

Dominik seethed as he glared at the unconscious man, glancing at Angelo who only pinched the bridge of his nose. His younger brother was more trouble than he's worth.

"You bring him to me tomorrow morning," Dominik snarled to his business partner and friend. "He's lucky I don't shoot him in the fucking dick tonight. I either kill him or he accepts his punishment."

Angelo nodded but Dominik didn't even wait for a response before turning to his wife. Sparks flew between the two as tensions rose, bound to explode.

Salina couldn't get a word out before Dominik wrapped his tattooed hands around her throat, kissing her harshly. It was a bruising kiss, not one meant to make her feel good but one to remind her and everyone watching who she belonged to.

And in a fucked up turn of events, that made her feel amazing. She mewled lowly, adding to the show given to their audience as her thighs squirmed together.

Gripping the back of her neck, he wrenched himself away and didn't acknowledge anyone else while dragging her towards the nearest bathroom. Salina's eyes widened momentarily as she stumbled in her heels to keep up.

When he pushed her in, he slammed the door shut behind them and she jumped at the loud sound.

"You think that shits funny?" Dominik snarled.

Her eyes cut to his, Dominik watched the glitter and makeup on her face glimmer in the bathroom lighting. He couldn't wait to mess it up.

"What's funny?" she breathed out. He watched her face, how her steely gaze turned into doe eyes so fast that if he blinked he would have missed it. How her pursed lips turned pouty and her brows furrowed. Salina was a master at manipulation, he admired that about her. But he knew her too well to fall for it.

"Nah those eyes aren't gonna get you out of this one. Against the wall, show me that pretty ass of yours."

The innocence in her face fell away immediately, defiance replacing it. "I didn't do anything wrong, Ivanov."

"Ivanov? That's not what you call me, baby. You call me Domo, especially when I'm fucking you good. Domo, please Domo, don't stop. Fuck me harder," he mocked.

"Now turn the fuck around unless you want to go give Giovanni more attention."

With a flush face from his teasing, Salina followed directions. Her legs were trembling with anticipation, her hands against the door as she poked her ass out for him.

Dominik groaned, gripping both large globes in his hands and caressing them. Hastily, he shoved her dress up to see how her ass swallowed her pretty pink thong.

"Why'd you have to go and be bad, thought you were my good girl..." Dominik's large hand abruptly slapped against her right cheek roughly.

Salina gasped loudly, arching away from his touch. But he yanked her back into place, tsking as he ground his groin against her.

Quickly, he spanked her left side. Groaning as he watched her skin jiggle at the impact.

"I am!" she squealed as her cunt began to ache.

"No..." he grunted. "My good girl listens when I make a decision for her own good. And she sure as shit doesn't let another man get so fuckin' close."

He spanked her three more times, alternating from each side. Salina mewled whinily, pressed her thighs together as her knees bent inward.

"Y-You can't be mad at me about my dad," she grit her teeth as he smoothed his hands over her reddening brown skin. "And you wanna know what I told him, Domo?"

Dominik made a noise of acknowledgement for her to go on as he spread her ass cheeks.

"I t-told him how he could never fuck me like you do..." she whispered as her entire body felt hot with embarrassment. "Told him I was your whore- just for you."

Dominik's eyes rolled back at the thought, gripping her hips and grinding against her wildly.

"You mean that baby? You're my whore? All mine? My pretty wife and whore all in one?" He rasped in her ear as his chest pressed to her back.

"Yeah," she sighed in pleasure as she finally felt friction against his slacks on her clit.

"You'll let me fuck you here? Nice and hard and loud?" Dominik smirked naughtily as he sucked on her neck directly on her sensitive spots.

Quickly, with her muddled brain purely fueled with arousal, she nodded. Dominik scrambled to unbuckle his pants, shoving them down haphazardly to grip his throbbing length.

Without much warning, he slammed himself inside of her. Salina shrieked at the abrupt stretch, her hands holding her up promptly giving out as her cheek smushed to the door. Her tits were flush against the cool metal, her entire body arched into him. The clap of their skin was loud but it was drowned by their sounds.

Dominik was shuddering, her tightness made his knees buckle behind her. His high made his entire body more sensitive.

He braced himself against the door as the other wrapped around her waist to hold her up.

Heaving her a bit onto her toes, he threw his head back as he fucked into her tight canal. He felt her pussy hugging him, trying to trap him from leaving and practically singing when he slammed back in.

"You hear her?" Dom's voice was choppy as it cracked with pleasure. "She's crying for me, oh fuck, such a pretty pussy. She's always so good for me- never fucking stresses- me out!"

Dominik's hips grew furious and desperate. Salina's nails dragged against the door, her eyes stuck at the back of her head and her mouth unable to close with all the sinful sounds she was making.

He was stretching her so good, his dick pressing and squishing her sweet spot inside. His tip grazing the end of her tight canal, twinges of pain licking at her that made it all feel so much better.

"Who fucks you so good, huh?" Dominik suddenly barked as he gripped her hair. Pulling it just enough so her head dipped back.

"S'good," Salina slurred as she tried to gather herself together.

Dom bared his teeth and bent to bite at her shoulder. The pain brought a squeal from her chest.

"Who fucks you so fucking good?" Dominik's tone deepened as he brought his hand to her cunt. Her poor, neglected clit was calling his name. He couldn't help but abuse it, rolling it and pinching it. He slapped it when she once again couldn't answer.

"You!" Salina cried out. "Dominik, you are. Domo please, please! I've been good," she sniffled pathetically.

"Yeah b-baby, you're my fucking wife, cry for me- haah-" His pace began to falter as she tightened around him even more. Her soft insides squeezing him so fucking greedily.

Burying his face in her shoulder, he cupped her throat from behind as his thrusts turned desperate.

"I- fuck- I need you so fuh- ugh-fuckin' bad!" he moaned as the door rattled from their rough movements. Salina panted, holding his forearm by her head and doing her best to move back into him.

"I-I can't Domo," she dug her nails into his forearm and felt his dick twitch inside of her. "Please don't stop," Salina practically sang. "Please cum inside, please."

Her hand slid to grip his hair behind her and yank, she knew just how to bring him to the edge.

"Want it inside? Fuck- I love when you ask me that. I love you, o-oh god baby. Fuck! Fuck me- you're too fuckin' tight-!" His moans quickly turned to low whines in her ear.

"Dom! I'm-!"

Neither were prepared for the orgasm that hit them both. Salina came first, her cries of pleasure echoing the bathroom as her cum drenched him and she practically suffocated his dick. The sight- the feeling- threw Dominik into a spiral.

"Fuck- Never wanna stop- Mmohshit!"

She felt him flooding her cunt, her eyes rolled back at the warmth spreading in her stomach. The two of them panted as the music from outside filled the silence. They both took a moment as Dominik kissed her shoulders and Salina rubbed his scalp gently.

"I love you," Salina croaked after a few minutes of catching her breath. Dominik nuzzled her neck, responding softly.

"I love you too."

"S-So you'll let me see Laurent if you love me?" Salina tightened her hold in his hair as she rocked back on his sensitive cock. Her walls clenched around it, feeling it pulse and spurt inside of her. Dominik whimpered as he clutched her tight at the sudden stimulation.

"Y-Yes- fuck yes," he pumped into her a few more time just to bathe in the after shocks. Salina smirked lazily, moaning wantonly while raking her nails over his bicep.

"W-Wait that doesn't... doesn't count," Dominik groaned while kissing up her spine. The two slowed but still stay connected, he was reluctant to pull out.

"It does," she whispered. Reaching for his hips, she pushed him out slowly. Dominik grumbled as she turned and clung to him for support. Between her legs ached with soreness. He held her tight as the two stared at one another.

Salina couldn't let him keep up with this any longer, no matter how good he fucked her.

"Cut the shit Domo, it was almost cute at first. It's not anymore, you can't stop me from seeing him. I just wants to make sure he's healthy. I'm not going to chit chat for fun- nothing about this is fun." He sighed deeply once she finished lecturing him. Slowly he nodded while peppering kisses all over her face and neck.

"You're right. I'll go with you, we can try next week hm? I'm sorry, I was so fuckin'... irritated and Giovanni made it all worse."

She soothingly combed her fingers through his hair. Brushing her fingers over her sweat spotted forehead before kissing him chastely. "I forgive you."

At her forgiveness, Dominik grinned a bit. Then it turned wolfish as if remembering something.

"Did you really tell him you were my whore?"

"Arent I? And you're my little slut," she smirked up at him teasingly. He barked out a laugh and nodded in agreement.

"That's so fucking funny, almost makes me not want to chop his dick off tomorrow."

Salina balked at her husband. "Wha-?"

"I can't kill him, he's Angelo's brother. Angelo already knows his brothers fucked up too much. They don't get special privileges."

Salina huffed a bit, almost feeling bad for Gio. But this wasn't something she'd disagree with Dominik on.

"Is it time to go home yet?" She whined needily while hanging off his expensive shirt.

"Yeah baby," he kissed her deeply. "You can show me those things you want for the wedding hm? Show me while I'm between your thighs."

Salina giggled cutely and nodded, feeling him fix her dress in all the appropriate places before opening the door. He guided her out, smirking after everyone bore witness to the scratches on his chest, their ruined hair, and how Salina's legs shook.

He ended up turning the day around after all.

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eeeee i love this chapter tbh they're so hot

besides the wedding since majority of the main plot resolved- what are some scenes you guys would like to see from our fave couple? i have a few ideas but id love some help brain storming for bonus chapters + fun chapters in general ♡♡♡