Twisted Devotion to My Mafia Kings

Two

Raven

True to his word, Chris showed up with every bit of surprising flair possible. There was a black Lincoln town car and multiple shopping bags in his hand. Had he gotten any work done at all today, or had he been shopping all day?

I chuckled as he burst through the door and kissed my cheek. I had sent Amy home for the day promising to lock up for her. She was a good friend, and I absolutely loved working with her. She was a shy girl and usually kept her nose stuck in a book on her breaks unless we were gossiping about the most recent drama going on in town. I envied her flaming red hair and her perfect skin, but we can't all be perfect.

Chris set the bags down on the velvet sofa in the lounge area and pulled out a dress bag. When he unzipped it, I gasped. He has been busy today. I stepped forward and ran my fingers over the silky cocktail dress. It had a swooped neckline and a slit on the side that would clearly be deemed risqué. The fabric was a rich forest green and was as soft as a feather.

"This is beautiful," I whispered, and he smiled and held up a pair of black strappy heels to go with it. I eyeballed them with both excitement and reservation. I had never been good at walking in heels. I was as clumsy as they came, and I didn't want to be taking any falls tonight.

"Try them on, although I know you and I know everything will fit like a glove."

He handed me the gifts and ushered me towards my office. I had my desk in the center of the room with a large floral chair and throw pillows on it. I liked being cozy and comfortable and my office was no exception. I had a white fluffy rug that took up a large expanse of the floor and white shiplap walls that gave my office a rustic feeling. There were pictures on the walls of me and Chris, and Amy. A few of cute animals, because who can resist them? And some of my favorite book quotes. I've even had a few fan art pieces commissioned by local artists framed and hung up in my office and all over the stores.

I slid my jeans off my body and shed my sweater. The weather is getting colder with fall in full swing now. Fall was my favorite season of all time. The leaves changed to beautiful colors, the air bugs and bats go back to hell where they belong. My therapist says it's not healthy to wish ill on every single bat in the world, but I would be okay if they all went extinct.

Plus, I could wear sweaters all day without an excuse. Yes, I got tattoos to cover my arms and legs that hide the thick silver scars on my body, but they're still visible if you look hard enough and being in customer service working with people, they tend to look very hard and very close.

It took me a long time to get to the point where I could wear revealing clothes without the fear of someone judging me for my scars or thinking I was a monster. A lot of therapy sessions and when she suggested using my body as a canvas and painting a picture I liked looking at every day, it changed my outlook. I booked my first tattoo appointment after that and I haven't been able to stop since then. It's like an addiction.

Looking at the dress, I decided it was best to wear without a bra and when I looked in the tiny bag Chris had brought in, I saw a black lacy thong and pantyhose. I smiled. Best... Wing man... Ever!

I slid off my current set of panties and my bra and pulled the silky lace up my thighs and settled them on my hips.

I turned and looked in the floor length mirror I had placed in the corner of my office. I had Ivy and plants draped all around it and stared at my reflection. The dark ink of my tattoos coated my arms and legs and I even had a few on my chest and stomach. The words "She is a soldier in the war against herself" stood stark and beautifully in cursive script along my collar bone with a raven flying next to it. Those were words that stuck with me, especially in my journey to loving myself and who I am as a person.

I pulled the silky dress over my head, and it fell into place. It hugged my curves perfectly, and I smirked at how well it fit. The material was soft against my skin. Just like I thought, the slit went high up on my thigh, nearly to my hip. The swooping neckline showed just enough cleavage to get the hint. They weren't enormous, but they were enough of a handful to grab and squeeze. The green color brought out the grey in my eyes and the color of my skin.

I looked beautiful. But I wanted sexy, so I added the pantyhose and the heels and pulled a bit of red lipstick from my bag and dabbed it on my lips.

I fluffed my long wavy caramel-colored hair and added another coat of mascara and a winged liner to my eyes. I never wore a ton of makeup, hating the way it made my skin feel. But tonight was an exception. My cheekbones were soft but defined just enough not to need contour, and I had a naturally peachy color to my skin. I stayed perpetually flushed, not needing any blush.

I puckered my lips, finishing off the last of my lip gloss, and heard a cat call from the doorway.

"Stunning, wife," Chris said, and I saw he had changed into dark black dress pants, Italian loafers and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His blonde hair had been styled to perfection and his stubble had been shaved. His jawline was sharp, and he looked like a cloned copy of Theo James but with blonde hair.

"And you're a handsome devil!" I complimented. I walked over and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and straightened the collar for him. He smiled and held up his hand. A dark green mask was draped in between his fingers.

"Tonight is mask only night. The new benefactors for Luxe wanted to do an anonymous night. I thought this would look wonderful with your dress."

The material was silk, the same as my dress, and the green was identical. It was simple and plain, but it was elegant enough to add beauty to the ensemble. It would allow my other features to shine without dimming my own creativity. When I looked a little closer I noticed a black raven stitched into the fabric next to the eyeholes. My eyes watered, and I took the material with delicate hands.

He pulled up his own that was simple like mine but only black in color and matte, so it didn't reflect in the light.

I spritzed on a couple of sprays of my perfume and inhaled deep. Vanilla and cream. I rolled my eyes at how good it smelled. I checked my blood sugar before leaving and ensured I had a vial of insulin, glucose tablets, and my spare monitor packed in my clutch in case I needed to prick my finger or my Dexcom malfunctioned.

He ushered me to the car, where a driver was waiting. He took his hat off and bowed in a flourish towards me as Chris helped me climb into the car without flashing anyone my panties. Ever the gentleman. But tonight? Tonight, I wanted someone to treat me like a w***e. I wanted someone to play out my dirtiest kinks and desires.

The car lurched forward, and I couldn't help but daydream about the possibilities of what would happen tonight when I stepped into Luxe.