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The Mafia Monk By Lady Prim Characters: 9291

Updated: 2019-01-10 22:24


Demyan Point of View

Life is a storm, you cannot control it.

Life is weather, you cannot predict it.

Life is fire, you cannot handle it.

Life is a sea, you cannot swim it.

Life is sky; you cannot see the end of it.

Life is Zinnia, you cannot stop it.

I mean, you cannot stop her.

What kind of material was she made of? What kind of material her brain is of? I doubt if she ever considered for even a moment in her life that not all assumptions are true.

And now I have to take care of this accident prone for lifelong.

But wait what is... what if I ask for a...

"You know what Mr. Monky Husband, our marriage special one. Ask me how?" Special one? Is it because I had to marry you or is it because you did something again.

I started unhooking the buttons of her night dress. I get irked by her actions and her brain damn... damn still she gets me aroused. Is it even possible?

"Ask me how?" Do you care if I ask or not my mental wife?

"How?" I asked removing the last of the button. If I didn't take the charge of actions in the bedroom right now, I cannot look into the mirror and see myself again. It crushes my ego and my inner self confidence or whatever you call it – if she takes the lead.

What a life mine is?!

"I added one more clause in the marriage certificate so you can be reassured about me and our relationship." A new clause? Forcing me into this marriage was enough, now you are tampering with the certificate clauses too?

"And what is that? Don't tell me we should put this darned wedding clips forever?" I asked in panic and anyway removed the night shirt off her resulting in the complete topless beauty smiling at me. I took a low breath looking directly at her pink skin.

So beautiful.

So very beautiful.

"I know you would be very possessive of me and would always be edgy about us every moment, so I asked the officiator to add the clause that –"She blushed and shivered when my fingers trailed their way on the collar bone.

"That?" I closed in and leaned in her hair smelling the drugging flowery smell of her. Umm, such deep odor she has.

"That - happen what may, we cannot ever ask for divorce from each other." And with that my only way away from her was cut into pieces.

How does she get such... advanced ideas? Such futuristic and full proofed ideas?

How... how does she even think of such?

I was having a great time thinking that one day I can cajole her into a divorce and leave the country, go to some new place and start a new life.

Start a new life... pfft!

Start a new life? Without Zinnia? In this life?

Impossible.

She made all the arrangements to be with me and now I cannot do anything other than be a husband to her.

But then, there is another way to stay aw

hen I think a part of need is receiving that satisfaction.

Do I have a right on her?

Well, she made sure she has every right on me. So let's just say my part of rights too she has so I think that covers everything, since I have no say in anything.

Do we love each other?

She loves me so much, no doubt. I can see it in her eyes. But do I love her? I like her innocence. I like it when she interprets everything in her own way although I hate it too. I like it when she smiles at me but her smiles have many undeterred cunning too?

"Now we need to hug each other." She said in a throaty voice stumbling back on the bed taking me along with her.

She wrapped her hands around me and covered both of us with duvet.

"No, Not yet. We still need to do a lot before cuddling each other to sleep. I still need to taste you completely." I said moving on her and kissing her neck. I nipped the skin and left sweet bruises everywhere my lips touched.

"Oh, taste me? You need to taste me? That sounds funny." She giggled. I chuckled at her reaction and continued exploring her.

"It feels funny too." I rasped, pulling her night pant from her. Never in my life have I thought that I would make love to a woman with such mixed emotions.

There was not just love or a complete attraction here, there were many odd emotions too when it comes to her.

I don't need to think of interest with her. Am I interested in her, was not the question. I was always interested in her one way or the other.

How come I ended up in this road of my life?

I am making love to my wife for the first time and completely making her mine but I don't regret this.

Such peculiar pair we are.

Such peculiar pair...!

A scarecrow wife and a scary Mafia. Oops, no. A scarecrow wife and a Facebook scary Mafia.

Such a peculiar pair...!

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