ISMERALDA

She woke up to the sun shining brightly on her face. She had promised herself that she would not sleep in any other room aside the one she shared with her husband but what Adriano had shown her on his computer had overwhelmed her. She had never seen or heard anything like it before. It was psychopathic how people actually got arousal from pain being inflicted on them. She figured that there must be something about it that made them happy. She was scared and horrified by it but at the same time she was also very curious and intrigued. How does a person find pleasure in pain?

She pushed away all thoughts of the BDSM or whatever it was called out of her mind and got out of bed. She went down stairs to get some coffee because the sleep hadn't fully cleared from her eyes. When she got there, she saw that Adriano was sitting at the island having breakfast and weirdest of all, he was wearing sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. It was highly unusual that he wasn't at work already and that he still wasn't dressed for work.

"Good morning, Ismeralda. I do hope you rested well?" He spoke with the same nonchalant look on his face as always.

"Urhm.. Yeah, I did." She answered slowly.

"Good. So, are you going to stand the whole day or are you going to sit and eat." He rose his brow up to accompany his question.

Without answering, she walked over and took the seat next to his at the island. The cook served her a breakfast plate of fried eggs, bacon and pancakes with a tall glass of orange juice.

"Are you not supposed to be at work by now?" She asked finally.

"No, not today. I figured I could do without working for just one day and hang out at home for some time."

"Are you sure you won't die in the twenty-four hours that you have to stay away from work?"

He rolled his eyes at my statement and for some unknown reason to me, his action caused a laugh to leave my mouth.

He looked at me now like I was crazy. "What is so funny?"

"Nothing. You just always look so cold and hard and serious that it looks weird to see you roll your eyes. Where did you even learn that?"

He let out a low chuckle and shook his head. "I think everybody is born with the ability to roll their eyes."

"Yeah, maybe."

They ate the rest of their breakfast in silence before she got up from the table and decided she needed to take a bath.

It was weird having Adriano at home, she didn't know how to act around him so she just decided that she would do all the things that she normally did when he wasn't at home and ignore his presence.

So, she took her bath, got dressed in her Nike shorts and her baggie hoodie, tied her hair in a high ponytail and then went up to the balcony with a book in hand to read. She could basically read the whole day and never get bored of it. Sometimes she wondered if she wouldn't just write a book of her own. The sun wasn't totally out, it was a very beautiful weather.

She was just about start reading when the book was snatched out of her hands. She looked up to see a tall frame standing over her. It was Adriano. He held her copy of There are no Saints by Sophie Lark in his hand and looked at the book intriguingly. "This looks like an interesting book. What's it about?"

"First of all, it is rude to snatch a book out of that person's hand. Second of all, I'd tell you what it was about, but I don't think it's really your type of book."

"And how can you be sure of what my type book is?" He asked with a questioning look on his face.

"I feel like you read a lot of boring books that were most probably written by archeologists or some Dante Specialist."

He took a sit next to her and handed her the book before saying, "Well, it's not my fault that I like to read books that are educational. Not books that fill my head with nonsense about love and romance and strawberries and sunshine."

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. Yes, the books she read were all romance books but not the kind he was thinking about.

"This is not the kind of book you would find sunshine and strawberries in, Adriano. And this book is infact educational." She responded with a smirk on her face. The book was packed with a lot of heated erotic scenes. Reading a lot of dark romance was the only education she had ever had about sex. It was funny, really.

"So, what's in it?" He asked challengingly.

She was at one of those scenes she mentioned earlier and without a single word but with a smirk on her face, she handed him the book. "The page on the right, read it."

She was quiet as he read the part without any expression on his face. When he was finally, done he looked at her with a smirk on his face and asked, "So, do you care to show me what you have learnt? I mean, reading is not just enough, practice helps too."

I see his eyes turning dark and my lips go dry. I lick them sub-consciously and that particular action seems to heighten his excitement. My body starts to react but I shut it down. I still aren't ready to do what he is asking.

He must've noticed my change in expression because he says, "I'm not asking you to get into all that stuff that I showed you just yet. But we've been married for almost two months and we haven't consummated the marriage yet. And I know you want to, I just don't know what is holding you back."

"I don't get why it's so important that we do it, I thought in the mafia men are allowed to have sex outside their marriages?"

"We are. But is that what you want?"

It wasn't what she wanted. What woman would want her husband to be having sex with someone that wasn't her. She knew that the more she made him wait the longer he would want to be with other women.

And he was right, she wanted him so bad and he was her husband, there was nothing wrong with it. She had just heard many stories about how other girls' experiences when they lost their virginities. They said it was painful and she didn't want to feel the pain and see the blood. But she couldn't put it off any longer. I was bound to happen so why not let it happen now.

"Promise you won't be rough."

"You have my word."