The Mafia's Housewife Revenge

Imogen's POV

The quiet Roman night couldn't hide the screams stuck in my throat, my hand shook on the cold doorknob of room 704.

I had told Perry I wanted to draw alone tonight, but a cold, sharp feeling had pulled me here. Now, through the slightly open door, I saw them.

Perry, my husband, the man who used to look at me like I was everything, was on the bed, his fancy jacket laid on the floor.

A woman, a stranger with long, dark hair, was laughing, her back to the door, her hand tracing Perry's hard jawline.

My breath caught, I'd known for months, of course. The late nights, the rushed calls, the way his eyes went blank when I talked about anything but money. But knowing and seeing were two different kinds of pain.

A small sound escaped from my mouth, too soft for them to hear. I pulled back as my heart beat like a drum. I didn't storm in, I didn't scream either nor did I even cry.

There was just a huge, empty space where my love for him used to be. For a moment, I just stood there, the hotel hall quiet around me, watching through the crack in the door.

The woman leaned in, whispering something to Perry that made him smile, a real, open smile I hadn't seen on him in years.

I turned away, not even bothering to close the door. What was the point? The damage was done, the dream broken.

Our trip to Rome, my last desperate try to fix things, was a total failure, Perry had changed so much since he got rich.

He used to be charming, full of big plans that included me, now he was just...shiny and empty.

His touch had become strange, then stopped completely. Our bed, once a safe place, was a cold, wide space.

He bought me expensive jewelry, fancy dresses, a rich life I never wanted, all while holding back the one thing I truly craved: him.

A memory flashed in my mind, from just a few weeks ago, back home. It was like a replay of every lonely night.

"You're home late again," I had said, my voice trying to be light, but it felt delicate as Perry walked in, loosening his tie. The scent of a perfume I didn't recognize clung to him, stomach churned.

He barely looked at me. "Business, Imogen. You know how it is. Deals don't close themselves." His tone was flat, dismissive. It always was.

"But it's every night now," I pushed, a knot tightening in my stomach, a cold dread creeping in. "And you never text back. I just... I miss you. We barely talk anymore." The words tasted like ash.

He sighed, tossing his phone onto the marble table. "Talk? Imogen, we have everything! What more is there to talk about? You're my queen. My beautiful, quiet queen."

He hadn't touched me then, he just walked past, straight to the bar.

A strange urge, a bitter sting, pushed me- I needed to see who this woman was, this quick replacement for the spot I used to have in Perry's life.

The woman finally stood up, smoothing her dress. She was tall, with a confident swing to her hips. Her dark hair was perfect, her red dress hugging her body.

As she walked to the door, she looked back at Perry, a knowing smirk on her face.

I hid myself behind a pillar, holding my breath. The woman stepped out, her high heels clicking softly, she didn't see me. I waited a moment, then another, before quietly stepping out and following her.

This wasn't about Perry anymore, this was about something ugly waking up inside me, a dark, raw feeling that had been buried too long.

I needed to face this woman, not for Perry, but for myself, for the respect Perry had stolen from me. This had to stop!

The woman got into a taxi outside the hotel, I hailed another one, my voice steady as I told the driver.

"Follow that car," I said, the words feeling strange in my mouth.

The driver, an old man with a cigarette hanging from his lips, just grunted and pulled into traffic.

The taxi finally stopped outside a sleek, new apartment building, very different from the old buildings around it.

I followed her into the lobby, moving quietly, like a hunter. The woman, Ms. Rossi, according to the nameplate by the doorbell, paused at her apartment door on the third floor, fumbling with her keys. I walked up to her, my voice low, shaking slightly.

"Ms. Rossi?" I called out.

The woman turned, her dark eyes, sharp and smart, looking at me up like I meant nothing. A faint, rude smile played on her lips.

"And you are?" she asked, her voice sickly sweet.

"I'm Imogen Cullen. Perry's wife," I stated, my voice firm.

Ms. Rossi's smile didn't drop, in fact, it got wider, showing perfect, white teeth.

"Ah, yes! The wife. Well, what can I do for you, Mrs. Cullen?" Her voice was full of scorn.

"You need to stay away from my husband," I demanded, my hands clenching into fists.

I tried to keep my voice steady, but a tremor of rage ran through me.

Ms. Rossi let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Oh, honey, he comes to me, and I'm not the one chasing him." She leaned against the doorframe, looking annoyingly calm. "He's very generous, you know, and honestly, a lot more fun than I imagined."

I felt a cold dread wash over me. The arrogance, the clear disregard for my pain, was suffocating.

"He's married," I said again, my voice rising slightly. "We have a life."

Ms. Rossi scoffed, pushing off the door. "A life? Please. He practically begs me to spend time with him, and between us, he's been complaining about you for months. Says you're cold, boring, that you don't appreciate him anymore." She stepped closer, her eyes shining with mean fun. "He wants me, honey. He's always wanted someone with some fire, someone who gets him, not some weak little art student who gave up her passion to be a pretty thing."

The words hit me like a punch, that's all I was to him. And this woman, this stranger, was tearing apart my marriage,my life, with a casual cruelty that made me feel sick.

"You don't know anything about our marriage," I whispered, my voice barely there.

"Oh, I know enough," Ms. Rossi purred, waving a dismissive hand in the air. "He told me all about it. And frankly, sweetie, you should just stay in your place. Accept your pretty little life, the one he bought for you. He's never going to leave me for you." Her smile was a poisonous cut across her face. "He doesn't even touch you, does he?"

That was it, that was the crack that broke the last pieces of my calm. The coldness, the emptiness of my bed, the years of quiet wanting-this woman had shown it all, making fun of me with the truth.

My hands stretched out, grabbing her throat. The woman's eyes went wide in surprise, then fear as I pushed, hard, slamming her back against the door.

The loud thud echoed in the silent hall.

Her breath caught, her hands pulling at my wrists. "What the fu-" she choked out, her voice rough.

I didn't let go, all the hidden anger, all the years of feeling invisible, of being taken for granted, poured into my grip.

I watched as the fear in her eyes grew, then dulled. The struggle stopped, a last, desperate shudder ran through her body, and then she went stiff.

I let go, and her body slid to the floor, a crumpled pile of red silk and dark hair. I stared down at her, a chilling detachment washing over me.

There was no regret, no panic, only a deep, terrifying stillness.

Imogen's Pov

Ms. Rossi's apartment building faded behind me, a silent death to my old life. There was no going back, only forward, into whatever darkness I had just unleashed.

I didn't go back to the hotel. The thought of facing Perry, of pretending even for a moment, was impossible.

Instead, my feet carried me through the ancient, winding streets, past dimly lit fountains and quiet public square.

My mind felt strangely calm, almost buzzing, the anger was still there, a low hum, but now it had something new: power. A dangerous and exciting power.

I found myself walking towards loud music and bright lights coming from a plain doorway. A sign outside read: BLUE EYES.

I needed a drink to get the night going. As I walked past some big doors, the sound of drums filled my ears, I could feel the bass shaking the air.

A brunette woman was sitting behind a desk just by the door. "Hello, ma'am. Welcome to Blue Eyes. first time here?" the woman had a friendly smile plastered on her face, making me instantly relax too.

"Yes, please," I replied.

"Are you visiting? Or do you intend to become a member?" the woman asked again.

I squeezed my brows in confusion. Member of what? The club?

"No, no. I am just visiting." I shook my head immediately.

The brunette nodded her head once before pulling out a white bracelet and holding it out to me.

"Please keep this on, at all times inside the club. Head to the showroom if you are interested in having a drink before the show starts." The brunette concluded.

A show? What show?

The moment I strapped the bracelet onto my wrist and walked farther into the club the scent of alcohol and something else hit my senses, something I couldn't exactly pinpoint but it made my body tingle with excitement.

This was something good.

SHOWROOM. Another sign read.

I entered the room and shock took over my body, it was more than sophisticated than it looked from the outside.

I settled unto one of the bar stools in front of the counter and kept an open tab for the alcohol. I downed the first class of tequila at once causing it to burn my throat. A smile curved on my face when I finally calmed.

"That's a very satisfying smile, you have on," a very deep baritone voice said and I couldn't be sure if it was the alcohol or the effect of the voice but a shiver ran through my spine the moment he spoke.

I turned to regard its owner and was met by kind and intense gray eyes and blond looking hair.

For once I wasn't met with a flirtatious or lustful wink. His eyes were intense, but more in a way that looked like he was guarded instead of feeling threatened. He looked like a roman god and he was really handsome.

He didn't have the usual Italian undertone that I had been used to hearing since my arrival here, so I could not conclude if he was from around here.

My eyes flickered to his chest and the first 3 buttons were opened revealing his golden chest that shone really bright even under the green light and it was covered in tattoos. My cheek turned red slightly under his gaze.

"If I got stared at like that everyday of my life, I'd be a billionaire by now." He let out a low chuckle.

I tried to push away the embarrassment, clearing my throat once and shifting my eyes from his gaze. Everything about him screamed danger.

"I'd love to get what the lady is having." He beckoned on the server who left all he was doing and took his orders immediately.

His loud gulps sent cold down my body. I felt my tits becoming hard under my dress as he licked his lips and I couldn't deny the urge to feel those hot lips against me.

"I see you have the white bracelet on, so you're just visiting." He broke the silence. His voice sent goosebumps shooting through my arms and chest.

I tried to keep myself composed by shutting my eyes tight, but when I opened them, his gaze was locked in them.

"Why don't I show you my favorite spot to drink around here?" He leaned in closer and whispered.

I didn't know that drinking martini could be so sexy until I met this stranger. He placed his lips on the edge of the glass, his eyes never leaving mine as he downed every drop of liquid.

Sticking his tongue out to lick the side of his glass where his lips had been, I felt my body vibrating to it.

All I wanted at that moment was to be that glass. It was like I was caught in a trance and the only thing I could see were him and his lips, it felt like we were in a different world.

"Ah! This is my favorite song. Would you like to dance?" He was already dragging me out of my seat, letting me know that I didn't have a choice.

I was very shy when it came to dancing in front of people, so much so I didn't even dance in front of Perry and it was one of the many things he complained bitterly about.

He said that was why he never asked me to be his date to any function but I knew it was a very lame excuse.

Tonight, the story was going to be different. As Blond stared into my eyes and pulled me close to him, the flashing disco bulb that hung above seemed to make me feel dizzy and somewhat intoxicated.

He didn't have to say anything, the heat that came from his body was enough to arouse me even more and I felt myself getting more wet as I turned around and began to grind against him.

Thankfully, I had worn a thin silk dress and this way, the very thin layers that were between us weren't helping matters.

His large hand gripped my waist and pressed my back side close to him, that was when I felt his bulge but that didn't stop me.

"What's your name, sexy?" His deep baritone made me gasp hard.

"Imogen. I am Imogen." I responded

He buried his face in my neck and one of his hands left my waist and made its way to my thighs. Just when I thought he was going to stop there, he proceeded to my inner thighs as my body began trembling, his fingers moving upwards towards my pussy.

Grateful for not wearing my pants, a devious smile curved on my lips at the thought of that. He obviously didn't care about the crowd that surrounded us nor did he care that we may be seen and I think that added to the thrill of the moment.

His index finger found its way into my pussy folds and he started to gently caress as I closed my eyes to take in the pleasure from his touch which filled my body with so much warmth.

"Seems like you came prepared, sexy. I didn't have to touch you and you were already wet for me," he said, his hot breath caressed my ear as I found myself wanting to be enveloped in that voice. "You want this, don't you?"

"Yes!" I panted. "Yes, I want it."

I didn't care how shameless that sounded nor did I care about anything tonight. All I wanted was to feel something or anything.

"I'll have you unable to walk out of here after I'm done with you." He moved his hand to my neck and held it in a light choke. "I know you want my cock in you."

I wanted to be defiant because I knew from his tone that he was dominant and used to giving orders, men like him loved power, so I disobeyed.

"No, I don't."

I turned around to look at him and I wrapped my hands around his neck, making sure to caress his tender skin behind his ear and neck as I worked my fingers into his hair and pulled on them gently.

I used this opportunity to bring his head closer and staring into his eyes with our lips just inches from each other.

"I don't want you," I whispered as I slid one hand slowly down his chest till it reached his bulge that felt like it was going to burst free anytime soon. "Or any other part of you."

He held eye contact for a second more before looking away

"You suck!" His voice sounded deeper and huskier.

I tilted my head to the side. "Yes, I do. Wanna see how good I suck?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I bit my tongue wondering where the hell that had come from. I had misinterpreted him.

With darkened eyes and clenched jaw, he circled his hand tight around my wrist. " come show me how good you are."

Imogen's POV

As he flung the door just adjacent the staircase, there was only one thing on my mind. My mouth had finally put me into trouble, the good kind of trouble though.

He walked into the room and the red light rested on his white shirt that hugged his muscular body so tight.

My eyes wandered around the room. It was quite huge and it slowly dawned on me that I was about to get in bed with another man that was not Perry but I didn't feel the slightest bit of hesitation. Maybe...

What in the world?

Blond had drawn a curtain to the side and my mouth fell open. Arranged on the wall were different sizes of equipment.

Not just any equipment, sex toys ranging from the regular dildos and vibrators; all of different shapes and sizes, chains, candles and nipple clamps. I swallowed as he picked up a vibrator and turned it on.

The low hum of the toy filled the room and he turned around to look at me with hooded eyes. He then picked up the furry handcuffs and my mind began to imagine things immediately.

"Come here," he ordered but I ignored him still in awe of what we were about to do.

I imagined being cuffed to the bed frame while he rammed into me from behind and I tried to catch my breath because the pleasure got too much.

Without breaking eye contact, he walked toward me and stopped, not leaving a space between us. As he gripped my waist, my body froze. It wasn't fear I was feeling, it was like I was high and I needed release, quickly.

"I won't hurt you," he whispered.

As if he knew I was new to this. I knew he wouldn't hurt me but I was happy he assured me, I wanted to be touched so bad. I took a sharp and deep breath, and my body shook all over as the vibrator touched my pussy and they both screamed in pleasure.

Blond buried his face in my neck, cuddling me. I got lost in his martini scented breath as he pulled my lips into a fierce kiss, I melted into him with pleasure. This was heaven.

My hands slid along his backside and pulled him even closer to me. His hips buckled against mine and he pulled away slightly to stare down at me through hooded eyes that glittered with excitement.

We were both breathing heavily and looking at each other. I could feel his desire for me in his muscles that pressed against mine, it vibrated through every part of my body and filled it up like a drug.

My heart pounded in my chest as a feeling of complete euphoria swelled within me. His eyes were full of passion and emotion.

They looked at me and I stared back into them, my own longing mirrored right back at me. He leaned forward again, pressing his lips to mine.

I could feel my wetness pooling between my legs and I desperately wanted him to touch me there. Parting my legs, he skimmed the vibrator over my pussy folds as a small moan escaped my lips and I immediately put my hand over my mouth to stop any more sound from coming out.

Perry used to say that I hot aroused quickly and it was a turnoff for him so I didn't want that to happen now.

"Don't be silent. Let me hear it," he said in a very soft tone into my ear.

He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves letting the veins in his arms show, then he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled it back gently. For a man that looked so dangerous, he sure was gentle with me.

He pulled at my thin dress strap and by the time the second strap was down, his eyes left my eyes to my tits with hardened nipples. His hand quickly grabbed one of my tits and he played with it using his fingers-slapping, pinching even squeezing the already sensitive nipples.

If there was anything turning me on aside the way he touched me was the way he was so focused.

One of his large hands grabbed my thigh and lifted my leg up on the bed so that i was very exposed and he proceeded to lie beside me with his face next to mine.

I wasn't to hold back the loud moan when he wrapped his lips on my tits, sucking on it harshly and swirling his tongue on it.

That action alone made me feel an electric jolt down to my core and it was like I saw actual stars when I felt the vibrator on my clit.

As he sucked in my tits and dragged the vibrator over my clit to my pussy hole, I gripped the sheets tightly because my climax was building up and I was so close, all I needed was a little more.

"You're enjoying this a little too much."

I heard him say and I felt him remove the vibrator. Before I could understand what he said, he replaced the vibrator with his fingers and I gasped in sheer pleasure feeling every inch of my tight heat and he moaned in ecstasy at how warm it made me.

His fingers felt long and thick and he was not gentle in the way he pushed them into me, gradually increasing his speed and bringing me closer and closer to my climax. With every stroke, he hit a different spot.

"Oh! Oh my God," I moaned ad I felt myself almost reached my climax.

However a very loud knock on the door interrupted us causing him to pull away.

My heartbeat ran wild and I feared that something bad must have happened.

I sat up on the bed immediately and put on my dress. I imagined my hair scattered and my lipstick out of place. A chill breeze blew from nowhere causing goosebumps to show on my pale skin, I shivered as anxiety ran through me.

Our eyes met and he held my gaze, I could feel the room getting hot again. He dragged his eyes down my body and I could feel it leaving hot trails as his eyes went up and down.

The intruder knocked again causing Blond to pull the door open. With the way he pulled it, I thought it'd come off its hinges.

"What do you want?" Although his voice was low, I could still hear him.

"B...boss, sorry to disturb you. T...there's a man downstairs breaking things and creating such a mess."

Why did the person call him boss? Also, I had noticed the music had stopped playing and I could hear shouts from downstairs.

"Who is he and what does he want?"

"We do not know. He says he's looking for a woman who came here and he refuses to leave."

I wondered who that could be and why, but just then I heard the familiar voice that had the capacity to ruin me.