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The Other Woman [Michael Corleone x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 3 – Attraction.

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18+, explicit smut read.

"Mrs. Corleone is very lucky." / “Don’t slip away from me just yet."

Desire and passion is all that courses through your veins in the presence of Michael Corleone, and you can no longer deny your attraction to him nor can you stay away. Using every moment he has to get to know you better, Michael can't himself away from you for long either––wanting to see just how much more you can take until you confess and give in to him. Split into love and marriage with Kay but lust and yearning with you, Michael's reconciliation with Kay after his exile in Sicily is revealed and the world separating the you from Kay in Michael's life is all the more apparent to Michael. Michael may come home to his wife Kay every night, but it's you he wishes to greet in his bed instead. Morality, right and wrong blur when it comes to the double edged sword attraction can be but it's a risk you and Michael are both willing to take for another soon enough.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions/themes of smut / love making sex / sexual fantasies / masturbation.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The greatly anticipated third chapter is finally up!! 🤩 I'm overwhelmed with gratitude at the outpour of support and love for this fic! Right after I posted the previous chapter, I got so many requests to post a third one right after whereas I was planning on introducing a new fanfic altogether. ❤️ I love that!! I'm definitely building up Michael and Marina's relationship and budding romance slowly through desire, yearning, attraction, etc (not painfully slowly 😅) so you can see just how badly these two want each other despite the possible consequences. 😏 We also get Kay and Michael's romance in this chapter, including how he reconciled with her and proposed to Kay after his return from Sicily. Lots of heartstrings being pulled this chapter! 🥺

Hired by the Corleone family as a governess, you relocate to the Lake Tahoe family compound, looking forward to your future in Nevada until you meet your employer—Michael Corleone. Your future is then ensnared only in lust and forbidden love for Michael since the beginning, and you find yourself yearning for a married man you can never have. Desire and passion clash with one another as Michael takes you to be his mistress—only having an exclusive sexual relationship with you while his sex life with Kay dies out. Knowing from the beginning you’ll never truly be with Michael and that your place in his life is worlds apart from Kay’s as the other woman, the love you have for him consumes you until it threatens to burn out everything you’ve ever had with Michael.

Michael Corleone has always been in love with Kay Adams. There’s no doubt or hesitation on Michael’s mind when it comes to the woman of his life, his university colleague, his best friend, his wife, and the mother of his children.

Upon meeting the very cheerful, intelligent, and optimistic woman at Dartmouth Michael’s sense of humor and lifestyle matched her, he knew then that he would love her and Michael did from the start.

Kay had always been Michael’s breath of fresh air when he felt constricted within his family’s connections in the underworld and their “business” decisions relating to it.

Through support and love, Kay made Michael feel like an individual; respectful of Michael’s goals without judging him or making it feel like Michael owed his happiness and success to someone else.

Kay was the first to believe in the future Michael wanted for himself—not any other fate or destiny his family nor someone else would want to plan for him, including Kay.

Michael never felt an end to Kay’s limitless thoughtfulness and selflessness towards him and returned it all to her tenfold.

There was nothing more Michael wanted from Kay and there was certainly nothing else that could drive Michael to look for another woman no matter the circumstances.

Kay was there. Kay would always be there, before and after the war with everything in-between.

Kay’s support towards Michael for enlisting in the marines was never heard or felt by anyone else, especially not the rest of Michael’s family.

Kay too expressed her worry for Michael’s life and wept tears enough for two lifetimes upon Michael’s departure to the pacific, but Michael knew no other feeling could compare to the relief of returning to a warm love like Kay’s, and Kay knew every single day was well worth the wait.

When Michael returned from fighting in the war, he returned with a renewed purpose and he returned to Kay—nobody else. Kay was the only one Michael looked forward to seeing again, and it was like nothing had changed with her since Michael left.

The only difference now remains to be in Kay’s last name. No longer Miss Adams but Mrs. Corleone, Kay is the only woman Michael looks forward to seeing and being with day after day.

As husband and wife awaken next to each other in bed every morning, that first gaze Michael and Kay share together brings back the gentle memories of how they came to be lovers.

Kay is Michael’s wife of almost ten years now and the mother of his two children—soon to be three.

There isn’t a thing Michael would change about his marriage or about Kay—completely satisfied with every aspect of his relationship with her and all the more.

There’s a consistent, healthy amount of romance and affection shared between the two and a satisfying, regular sex life.

Although Kay can always wish to herself that she could spend more time with Michael every now and then because of his work, she knows her husband puts in all of his effort to spend his free time with his family and refuses to ignore the matter.

It’s a mutual effort and love Michael and Kay not only share but give to each other that’s kept the flame of their romantic and sexual life alive and well. Nothing has changed the way the two love each other since day one.

Upon introducing Kay to his family, Michael was no fool to the eyebrows being raised at the concept of Michael being in a serious, committed relationship with an American woman and not an Italian or Sicilian one.

Still, Michael was insistent from the beginning and against anyone questioning or teasing him about his relationship. Michael would not have Kay subjected to the same things and he was perfectly willing to make this clear to anyone.

It certainly didn’t take long for Michael’s family to realize how serious he was about his American girlfriend and that there were simply no others to Michael—not even the concept of someone else. It was always going to be Kay Adams and that was that.

It became quite obvious to Vito and Carmela that Kay being an all-American girl was the freedom and taste of life Michael was looking for, but if the Corleones knew one thing about their son, it was that Michael could not be shaken nor argued against what he wanted and loved.

Tom, a non-Sicilian himself, welcomed Kay with open arms and opened up to her with ease—knowing what it’s like to be a non-Italian in the family.

Tom was the only one who could see that Kay truly made Michael happy and that was all Tom wished for him. Michael was no longer the brooding, glum brother feeling strained by his family.

Kay was Michael’s solace and his family came to respect and understand that one way or another.

Challenging Michael intellectually, matching interests and sense of humor along with the history Kay and Michael had together, they both knew each other like none other.

Sandra, Connie, and Theresa also made quick friends with Kay and got along perfectly fine with her—already welcoming her into the family.

With Kay’s budding interest in Italian cooking, customs, traditions, and the language, she fit right in the family with no discomfort or trouble.

Mama Corleone considered Kay Italian already, and when Michael left for Sicily, Mama Corleone didn’t give up on the idea of Kay and Michael.

Mama Corleone knew Kay would be a loving wife and mother although she did question from time to time if her son truly deserved to be with someone like Kay.

Nobody in the family except for Vito knew about Apollonia either, but Vito did not insistent on Michael finding and marrying another Sicilian bride.

Regardless of what Michael had done and lived through, he could not turn a blind eye to his past and his truth. Michael was always in love with Kay and that wasn’t going to change. He knew that but Kay did not.

Unaware of how Michael and Kay’s reunion after Michael’s return from Sicily occurred, Vito and Carmela were already accepting of Kay as Michael’s bride-to-be and their daughter-in-law after their engagement was officially announced.

Michael knew his abrupt absence and lack of communication had broken Kay’s heart, but he was not willing to give up on her and the marriage and family they would have.

Michael knew he loved and wanted Kay, but he had to prove it to her. Michael had to confront Kay with the truth but prove to her beyond mere words about the lifestyle and future he would provide to her unconditionally and so he did, through his marriage proposal.

If it’s one thing Kay Adams Corleone is, she’s a resilient woman.

Kay understands life’s hardships and the values they provide to her. Kay’s always used them as her strength rather than letting them become her weakness.

With a bright future ahead of Kay and a promising education at Dartmouth College leading to the teaching career of her dreams backed up by supportive and loving parents, Kay didn’t have anything else to think or worry about for all she was concerned.

The only exception to the routine Kay was used to and her life as well as what she knew and strived for was Michael Corleone.

Committing herself to a relationship—let alone sharing her life inside and out with Michael—changed Kay’s life, but the same could be said and vice versa.

With her rosy cheeks flaring up with blush at every mention, Kay can happily admit she’s very much in love with Michael, has been from the first time she saw him and always will be.

Kay’s love for Michael is the truth of Kay’s life, even during his two-year absence in which neither had communication with the other while Michael was hiding in Sicily.

In those two years of loneliness, Kay had already made progress in her elementary teaching career.

She had no contact with Michael and was told by Tom that his family didn’t either, leaving Kay anxious and wondering if her boyfriend was dead or struggling to reach out to her and his family.

One way or another, Kay had to swallow what she knew about Michael’s absence down like a bitter pill that insisted on coming back up.

The first year of Michael’s absence naturally hit Kay the hardest and she even considered herself depressed for a time.

Kay’s heart ached with everlasting pain; no closure, no communication, no updates. Anything could have happened to Michael, and she never got to give him a proper goodbye of any sort either.

The worst came first and from her anxiety, Kay could barely bring herself to eat let alone get some decent rest.

From that, she also became sick easily and upon forcing herself to move on, Kay had to hide the letters Michael sent to her during the war so she wouldn’t prompt herself to read them again and cry.

Kay knew she had to carry the strength left inside of her to better her life and move on and that meant ignoring and hiding anything that reminded Kay of Michael.

Michael had to become a memory in Kay’s heart that she may never relive again but Kay knew she couldn’t spend the rest of her life asking “what ifs” and saying “if only”.

Life moved on, life went on and Kay had to follow as well. She couldn’t break her promise and goals to herself.

Fulfilling her dream career of becoming a school teacher and working with children was not only a satisfying life accomplishment for Kay but also the perfect distraction in her life.

Kay felt she was born for the role of a teacher and loved her career working with children and teaching a variety of subjects.

Without even realizing it half of the time, her new career mended her heart’s wounds and Kay knew this was her calling—her purpose. Teaching filled the emptiness in Kay’s heart and gave her work and years of studying meaning.

Like she always did every day, Kay walked the children outside to meet their parents after school—keeping an eye on them and oncoming traffic, as well as making sure every child approached their parents and went home safely.

Smiling and excited to start another day teaching tomorrow already, all Kay could think about was how wonderful her career was going—especially since Kay had received a generous raise two years in.

Grateful, happy again, and in a perfect state of mind, Kay ended another school day by stepping out into the cool, fair air snug in her wool coat and following behind the children.

As usual, Kay stood by the gates of the school and waved goodbye at her students, completely distracted by supervising the kids to get home safely, and unbeknownst a black Cadillac had parked by the side of the building.

Michael had arrived at the school half an hour ago and remained put so nobody would notice, but once he spotted Kay idly standing by at the end of the day, Michael made his move.

Kay noticed Michael when she saw a figure from the corner of her eye stepping out of the car and upon turning her head to look, Kay could have sworn to herself she felt her heart skip a beat.

Eyes wide, frozen still, and in a state of utter shock, Kay couldn’t control the onset of tears flooding her eyes with emotion.

Everything Kay did to heal, forget and move on from Michael returned to her tenfold like a crashing wave, opening up every wound in her heart but delivering a blow of numbness asking “does it matter anymore?”.

‘He’s here. Oh my God, Michael’s here. That’s really him.’ Kay breathed out to speak, but her voice felt weak and frail from shock. “M-Michael?” She didn’t even know if Michael heard her.

Dressed in a black, wool overcoat, three-piece black suit, and matching fedora, Michael kept his eyes on Kay as he continued to approach her.

To Kay, Michael appeared distant but in the sense that he didn’t know how to approach Kay anymore, or as if he was a stranger. Kay didn’t want to be a stranger to the love of her life.

“It’s good to see you again, Kay,” Michael spoke to Kay—the first words he said to her in two years.

The last thing Michael wanted was to have this conversation with Kay in public, and certainly not with his chauffeur on looking from the car onto his private love life whether it could be helped or not, but Michael had to make do with the circumstances at hand. He expected this much after all.

“It’s really you,” Kay swallowed hard, unsure of whether to step towards Michael. “Michael… You’re back.”

“I am,” Michael replied calmly, standing in front of Kay. “I’ve been back for a little while now.”

Kay’s breath hitched as tears began to stream down her face and Michael’s chauffeur began to slowly drive off to give the two some privacy.

“Kay…” Michael was just about to extend out his hand towards Kay but noticed her flinching in response.

Kay began to softly weep, shaking her head. “I don’t k-know what to say. I-I never thought I’d see you again here and there you are, right in front of me. I d-don’t know, I don’t know.”

Guilt washed over Michael as he knew the blame was solely on him causing Kay’s tears. “It’s alright,” he raised his hand and caressed Kay’s cheek softly. “Everything’s okay now, Kay.”

Kay hesitantly gazed up into Michael’s eyes. “I waited for you.”

“I know you did.”

“And after all this time—”

Interrupting Kay, Michael embraced his lover tightly. In an instant, Kay burst into sobs over his shoulder, hugging Michael back with an intense longing and desire in her heart aching for him over and over again.

“You’re b-back, you’re really back,” Kay hiccuped, slowly pulling back.

“I am, darling,” Michael pushed back a curtain of Kay’s hair behind her ear. “There’s a lot I need to talk to you about, Kay. I wanted to see you first and as soon as possible, but I couldn’t until I knew everything was safe.”

“Your father…” Kay sniffled, following Michael who began to slowly walk with her down the block.

“Yes, I’m working for my father now,” Michael confirmed. “He’s been sick, Kay. Very sick. He has been for the past two years now.”

“You’re a good man, Michael.” Kay wiped her tears off on the back of her hand. “I still remember everything with your family.”

“It’s all over now. Things are different,” Michael began to explain. “And I’ve been by my father’s side to see through it all.”

“I don’t understand,” Kay took in a shaky deep breath. “You’re working for him? You were completely against that.”

“I know,” Michael nodded and laced a hand with Kay. “But believe me, my father’s not that kind of a man anymore. He’s retired. He’s not in business anymore and not the way you think. My father’s just another powerful man—a businessman with a reputation and connections like a president or senator. It makes him none the more special. The way my father did things in the past is done and long over. He knows that and it’s not a reputation I tend on carrying. I have my own.”

“President or senator?” Kay frowned, “Michael, you told me your father had men killed and blackmailed. That’s completely different.”

“You know how naïve you sound?” Michael gave Kay’s hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s naïve to think senators and presidents are any different. You know I’m not my father. I never was. I’m still the man you remember.”

Feeling her heart breaking to pieces, Kay stopped in her tracks. “The man I remember wouldn’t have left me like that. Why did you come here? I know you didn’t tell me all of this—I already know. I know who you are Michael, but why are you back? Why are you really back?”

“You know why I am,” Michael stared into Kay’s eyes. “I came back for you, Kay. You knew I would.”

“I told myself the same thing night after night—” Kay hiccupped, crying again. “All this time passed by—”

“It means nothing now,” Michael told her, shaking his head. “I wanted to get to you since the moment I left, don’t you know that? All of this was out of control until this moment now. Kay, listen to me.” Michael placed his hands over her shoulders gently. “Your safety and well-being are paramount to me. You know I would never risk getting you hurt or in trouble whether it relates to you or not. My distance, this time passed between us—it all served a purpose and one day you’ll understand that. Why did I come here? For you,” Michael slid his hands down Kay’s arms to take both of her hands into his. “For you and only for you because I need you, Kay. I love you and I care for you. I always have. I want you to understand that never changed, not then and not now.”

“Michael, stop,” Kay whimpered through her tears. “This is too much.”

“I know how you feel, Kay,” Michael kept his tone of voice calm and low. “You have every right to be angry and upset with me. You do. I won’t take that away from you, but right now this isn’t ideal for us to have the real talk we need to speak the truth plainly to one another so you can understand. I want you to come with me.”

“W-where?” Kay’s eyes began to widen.

“To my home,” Michael told her, “just you and I alone where we can talk and you can ask me anything. I promise I’ll make it up to you, Kay.”

Before she could answer, Kay hesitated for a moment when Michael’s chauffeur began to slowly pull up next to the two on the road.

When Kay glanced back at Michael, she could practically feel all her sadness and fear melt away in his presence as Michael held her hands.

“Do you trust me?” Michael asked her.

“I do,” Kay breathed.

“And do you love me?” Kay noticed Michael’s eyes softening.

“I do.” Kay’s voice began to quiver.

“It’s alright, darling,” Michael murmurs, leading her to his Cadillac by her hand. “Come home with me. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Quietly getting into the car with Michael, Kay sniffled quietly and wiped her fresh tears off her cheeks as the car began to slowly drive off.

Just as Kay was about to put her hand down, Michael took it in his and kissed it as he gazed up at her. “I understand how you feel. It’ll all make sense.”

“I believe you, Michael,” Kay’s words were genuine.

How could Kay not believe him? Reunited now with the love of her life, all Kay can do is yearn for this man and she wants to believe Michael above all even if there’s a possibility that every word coming out of his mouth could be a lie.

Kay knows Michael better than anyone—like the back of her hand. She knows when he’s being genuine too.

“Everything is safe now?” Kay took a deep breath. “You’ve been back for a while.”

“It certainly didn’t feel like it,” Michael answered. “Other than getting comfortable back home with my family, I’ve been taking care of my father. Nothing is the same as it was before and you’re the first person I’ve seen since.”

Kay blushed a little at Michael’s confession as he held her hand again. She knows Michael hasn’t lost his sweetness and tenderness towards her. “I’m very sorry to hear about your father. Is he doing alright now?”

“He’ll pull through,” Michael took off his fedora and set it on his lap. “He’s aging, it’s natural.”

“And from the bullet when he got shot?” Kay pouted. “Oh God, I still remember it in the papers. How awful.”

“Mhmm,” Michael pursed his lips. “He was lucky, but for a man his age, you don’t heal completely well afterward. My father is retired now, enjoying the fruits of his labor. He doesn’t need to do anything but be with his family now and see you again too.”

The blush over Kay’s cheeks intensified. “I hope I won’t be intruding upon your family at a time like this.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Michael rubbed his thumb over the back of Kay’s hand. “You’re not a guest, Kay. You’re family. We both know that and so do they.”

Kay cracks a shy smile, rubbing her eye with her free hand. “Does that mean we’re going to see them today?”

“No, not today, but tomorrow,” Michael confirmed, “today I want it to be only us.”

A fifteen-minute car ride later, Michael’s Cadillac slows towards secured gates leading towards the Corleone mall where several homes and buildings are owned by the family.

Michael’s estate is further down and much more private, seeming completely inconspicuous as Michael wanted it to be.

Dropping off Michael and Kay by the entrance, the chauffeur drove off as Michael kept an arm around Kay’s waist and led her to his new home.

“This is your home now?” Kay looked up, astonished by the beautiful, grand estate in front of her.

“Soon yours as well, but yes, one of them,” Michael led Kay up to the front door, unlocking it. “Come in. Make yourself comfortable.”

Kay slipped off her Mary-Jane flats as Michael set down his fedora and hung up his coat along with hers before locking the door behind them.

“Wow, Michael,” Kay whispered, looking around the clean and richly decorated manor. “It’s so beautiful.”

“You deserve a proper tour,” Michael gestured out with his hand, leading Kay further into the house.

Walking around with Michael, Kay took in the sights of the beautiful décor and furniture pieces placed around the home—just to her liking and taste as if she picked them out herself.

Michael of course planned to share his love and hearth with Kay, refusing to have it anyway just as he knew she would love the cozy and elegant appeal of the estate like this.

As Kay had her back turned to Michael to admire the fireplace and velvet couches, he reached into the pocket of his trousers to pull out a small, black velvet box.

Standing in front of Michael, Kay asked, “what did you want to talk to me about, Michael? I just missed you so much.”

Michael got down on one knee, waiting and holding out the velvet box.

“Michael, I love you and—” Kay turned around with tears prickling in her eyes again before noticing the sight in front of her.

Michael popped open the ring box, revealing an oval shape, five-karat, diamond engagement ring to Kay—proposing to her.

“Kay,” Michael looked up into Kay’s eyes.

The very ring he proposed to Kay with was specially designed to Michael’s preference, knowing the oval shape would flatter Kay’s slender, beautiful fingers before he can replace it with a gold wedding band and change her last name too.

“Michael, I—“ Kay clasped a hand over her mouth, surrounded by nothing but emotion as he heart began to thunder in her chest.

Two years ago, Kay was under the belief that Michael and she would get married in the summer in a private ceremony like they planned—finishing up college afterward.

With everything else that happened afterward, marriage was nothing but a distant thought and dream to Kay that wouldn’t become a reality to her—not after Michael left. Nothing else made sense.

Crying out of sheer happiness Kay hadn’t felt for a long time and feeling her heart flutter with joy, Kay found herself at a loss for words.

“You know why I wanted you here; just you and I,” Michael spoke. “And you know how I’ve felt about you even after all this time. I’d never go back on my word with you, Kay. I love you. I always have. What’s important now is that we have each other, have a family with one another, and get married. Will you marry me?”

“Y-yes! Yes!” Kay nodded frantically, unable to stop the smile from growing on her lips as she extended out her hand. “Yes, Michael, I will! I will!”

Michael slipped the perfectly fitting ring over Kay’s ring finger before he placed his hand on top of her hers.

Michael let the empty ring box in his other hand drop to the floor as he ran both hands up Kay’s arms before tugging on them to pull Kay into his embrace.

Pulled into Michael’s arms, Kay and Michael’s lips met again for the first time in two years as the couple kissed one another feverishly.

For years of pain, love, and desire returned and reunited. Every unsaid goodbye is felt through the kiss, fading away and blossoming with affection and promise anew as Michael cupped Kay’s cheeks.

Tears once again slid down Kay’s rosy cheeks as the kiss shared grew slower and tender before the two slowly parted away, breathing softly and gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I missed you, Kay,” Michael pecked another sweet kiss over Kay’s lips. “More than you could know.”

It was truly as if nothing had ever changed.

That evening, Kay lay naked in Michael’s bed after having made love to him for the first time in two years.

“Michael,” Kay moaned and wrapped her thighs obediently around his waist. “Mmm, yes!”

It was as if their bodies knew and understood each other as always, and the sex was deep, loving, and romantic—going for two rounds under the sheets making love to one another.

“Baby,” Michael let out a quiet groan, thrusting deep inside of her. “I’m close.”

Both naked and under the warm duvet, Kay laid her head on Michael’s chest as he played with her hair and watched the flames in the fireplace crackle before them.

“We’ll go to my father’s house tomorrow morning and announce our engagement,” Michael murmured to Kay softly.

“Mm, I’m excited,” Kay snuggled Michael’s chest.

“Everything will fall into place,” Michael leaned down to kiss Kay’s forehead. “And we’ll plan for our wedding as soon as we can, just how we wanted it.”

Kay peeked up at Michael happily, nodding as he gave her a small smile back, admiring his future wife.

Kay is the woman Michael loves and wants to marry. The only woman he’s ever been vulnerable with and will be for the rest of his life.

“And children…” Michael added.

Kay blushed and giggled quietly. “You want it all, Michael Corleone.”

“Only with you, on your terms too,” Michael kissed the top of Kay’s head.

“I would love to,” Kay pressed her lips against Michael’s collarbone, giving it a kiss. “At least two for sure—little babies of our own.”

“Soon, darling, soon. I promise.”

From the very moment, Kay was reunited with Michael, she knew he was a changed man but Kay anticipated this much after all.

Still, even two years apart from one another, Kay received answers, honesty, and closure.

Nothing changed the love, lust, attraction, and respect Michael and Kay had for each other.

Even when Michael explained his family’s business in full over two years ago, Kay knew she didn’t understand it all but came to realize it simply wasn’t for her to understand.

These sorts of things didn’t concern Kay or the life she came from and she accepted that.

Michael and Kay got along, respected, and loved one another before and after Michael became the Don of the Corleone family.

It was never in Kay’s nature to nag or hold grudges, to begin with and neither she nor Michael was accustomed to living under scrutiny or stress from others, so they didn’t do it to each other either.

Kay knows Michael’s business is his own and she never felt the need to fit into it somehow or even come to understand it.

Kay runs her family with Michael, remains to be with his wife, and is the mother of her own children all while maintaining her own lifestyle and it’s all that she could ever want.

No matter what, even if Kay was Sicilian or from a mafiosi family, Michael still wouldn’t want her embroiled in his affairs for her own safety.

If one is not destined to understand the mafia, then one never will.

If Kay knew anything—one thing at all, it may put her life in danger, and of this Michael is very well aware.

For Michael, it was never about shunning Kay or lying to her to keep secrets, but for the sake of Michael’s business remaining in business and not affecting his family. Kay and the children must remain civilians in mafia life for their own good.

Still, as a loving wife, Kay does worry for Michael but knows not to ask about his business or to get into those kinds of conversations.

Kay makes her worry apparent to Michael to show she cares for him, and Michael appreciates it—coming to reassure Kay in his own way.

Michael knows his wife is looking out for him and wants him to be happy, and the same can be said for Michael wishing a lifetime of happiness and wellness for his wife.

Michael will never deny his physical and emotional feelings and love for his wife Kay. Michael has always been grateful and appreciative to have a woman like Kay in his life and as his life partner.

Even during the war, all Michael dreamt and thought of was Kay; her warm skin, her laugh, her touch, her jokes, and everything about Kay comforted Michael on those bloody, endless nights and the same happened again with Michael was in Sicily.

Michael and Kay started out as friends, growing closer with one another, learning together, going through the ups and downs, and everything in-between with each other but nothing of similar proportions can be said about Michael and you.

But what’s the harm in finding someone attractive? After all, you both know that it can happen without one even realizing it as something natural and normal. Attraction is limitless.

Michael already knew what you looked like in photographs before you arrived in Lake Tahoe. He didn’t have to see you in person to know he was attracted to you.

The photographs Michael viewed of you were nothing exclusive; only the glossy black and white photographs of you that already publicly exist such as identification photographs for university, some family photos, and graduation pictures.

Michael wanted to get a proper look at your face and see who you were your age, and if you looked trustworthy.

Even just merely glancing at the photographs Tom provided him, Michael knew you were a very attractive woman but he didn’t think much else of such attraction. Michael didn’t know then either that all he would need to do was see you in person to confirm it all the more.

Michael’s faithful and loyal to his wife Kay and despite your similarities with Kay—both being school teachers and the same age—you two are completely different women in different worlds.

Michael already has everything he needs and desires, but it never struck Michael that he’d come to the realization sooner or later that he desires you too.

Seeming like a perfect storm brewing, you didn’t even know in the beginning what to expect of your employer whom everyone spoke highly of, mentioning power, reputation, and wealth. You didn’t even know what Michael looked like.

Neither you nor Michael would know if you two would personally get along with one another or if there would be a chance to.

You could be an employee and keep things strictly towards business, just like the last governess.

Involved in crime or not as Tom mentioned, Michael may be the head of the only family in the mafia world that is coming out of crime to legitimize his business, but the mafia never changes and either way, you know you need to be careful when it comes to this man.

Blissfully unaware now, you have no idea how Michael will be eager to shatter your expectations of him, but then again you would gladly do the same.

No harm inherently lies with physical attraction—or so you and Michael think for now.

Of course, attraction can simply be an observation and stay that way, but it can also eagerly take one to a paradise of sinful lust and desires.

Attraction makes way to sweep one off their feet, giving them a taste of danger and freedom. Attraction goes deep into the bones, seeing into the hollow soul and seeping into the heart.

Attraction can be a double-edged sword or a night of passion lingering in your memory. Either way, an attraction begins it all and ends it all as well.

How did Michael and Kay meet after all? They were both wildly attracted to one another but not just in the physical sense.

Of course, Michael thinks Kay was a beautiful, respectable woman. He loves the way her smile forms, the sound of her laughter, and her cheerful attitude.

Michael himself is strikingly attractive to Kay and irresistible all over. Kay’s knees still tingle and feel numb from arousal and attraction near Michael after all these years.

All that Michael is and does never fails to fascinate Kay either. Everything from the way Michael kisses her, and tells her stories of the war, and his ambitions to his interests in political science is an awe for Kay.

Kay can listen to Michael talk for hours and she knows all too well that this man is the only one for her—that these two understand each other in ways nobody else can imagine.

Such an attraction can run so deep it bleeds into loyalty, faith, and a future a couple may have with one another.

It allows them to ravish one another mutually in sexual passion. It can provide many nights of erotica and the promise of a family.

Such feelings Michael only ever felt for Kay, and the belief that it’s exclusive only to his wife is engrained in Michael’s mind and had been for almost a decade until you changed that like a shockwave.

Michael doesn’t even know you a quarter as well as he knows Kay, yet it’s seemingly impossible for him to ignore this surging attraction towards you through him. Michael didn’t even know feeling this way a second time and for someone else was possible.

Just as such emotions took Michael by surprise, the same did to you and Michael knows. His interest has peaked in you and all he wants to know now is why he feels the way he does towards you in the first place.

Surely some physical attraction towards a new employee barely known well couldn’t do such a thing, but Michael knows now he has to get closer to you. Michael can’t stay away from you regardless of what he does or thinks.

Hearing you speak Italian while teaching Anthony and Mary only made Michael want to hear your voice all the more, but his mind easily wanders from now just having long conversations with you in Italian, but having the growing desire to hear you moan, say his name, and beg for him.

Michael barely has a personal connection to you yet he wants to listen to your voice just as much as he wants to hear Kay’s.

Michael wants to watch you walk around his estate like you own it. He wants you to be comfortable at Lake Tahoe and accept it as your permanent home.

Michael wants to see you around him more often and pick up on your body language while refusing to give his away.

This severe, new attraction that runs through Michael’s veins only pulls him towards you like a magnet in return and you want to give in badly.

Michael may not show or reveal anything to you yet, but he’s well aware of how he feels toward you now.

After all, if nobody knows or sees anything, there’s simply nothing to suspect. Michael Corleone is the most patient man in the world, and he takes no issue with continuing to watch you squirm in his presence for a little while longer.

You gave away your attraction to Michael first and he picked it up as a predator would to a prey.

From the day you and Michael met, it’s when he knew. It’s when Michael knew he had to get closer to you and have you for himself, but there’s always a risk for such desires.

Very few people are as good as Don Michael Corleone when it comes to not just mastering their own body language and becoming unreadable, but analyzing the body language of others easily like second nature—especially when it comes to suspecting deception.

Body language was what saved Michael during the war; anticipating and watching the moves of the enemy was everything Michael focused on and when he returned home, Vito could see from his son’s own body language that he felt constricted and uncomfortable amongst his family during “business”.

Michael can easily mask his emotions in every possible way from his expression to the words he chooses down to the tone of his voice.

It takes nothing out of Michael to lie or deceive someone else although he’s done so very rarely.

What Michael’s colleagues and business partners know of him is that he’s a cold, calculating, distant man and can be monotone when he wishes to be.

Michael doesn’t believe in the show of feelings to anyone but his immediate family, and even then it’s highly dependent on context and his mood.

Michael isn’t a lively man—at least not anymore—but he’s no fool either.

Your body language gave away everything Michael will ever need to know immediately from the moment you stepped foot into his office, and it doesn’t end at a mere attraction.

As Michael expected of you, he saw a mature, young woman in his office who is respectable, smart, and optimistic about her future.

Michael sees you left the past behind and you’re ready for a change in your pace of career and to start a new chapter in your life.

Michael didn’t see hesitation, deception, or lies in your eyes—those very eyes Michael can’t get enough of.

Although your body language easily and immediately screamed of arousal and attraction to Michael, you definitely aren’t the first nor will you be the last to make it apparent.

The only difference between you and others is that Michael can easily ignore the rest, but he’ll never choose to ignore you.

Michael could tell that very day in his office that he made you a little easy, but not in any intimidating or negative way.

Your shyness and slight embarrassment came from the blush spreading over your cheeks whereas you could hardly stop yourself from looking at every inch of Michael’s body. Could anyone blame you, however?

Extremely attractive, it’s difficult to sit in front of Michael and not squirm or clench your legs—especially when he gazes at you and speaks directly and all your eyes can do is wonder what it would be like to kiss those full, plush lips.

The sexual surge of arousal rushing through you yearns to be touched by Michael, and you’d gladly get on your knees and do whatever he wanted just to have a taste of Michael.

‘The features on this man could only be carved by an angel.’ You can no longer deny it to yourself, but you need to stop thinking of Michael and separate yourself from a married man with children no matter how desperately your mind wishes to get lost in thoughts of Michael Corleone.

[ Lake Tahoe Compound, Early Evening Hours ]

Having ended your daily lessons with the Corleone children for the day—this time also including Tom and Theresa’s children as well as Sandra and her late husband Sonny’s youngest, you find yourself time and time again stepping out towards the lake to appreciate its splendor.

Relaxed with a productive day complete, you smile as you slowly walk towards the docks of Lake Tahoe; appreciating the beauty of the sky’s melting hues melting into the evening.

As the sun slowly sets, the last of its light shines over the lake and docks in a glowing

symphony of orange and pink; simply breathtaking to gaze at.

The stunning view not only stretches around the entirety of the compound and can be seen from any corner or building, but it’s something else entirely to step out directly towards the beautiful scenery.

Admiring the warm weather and feeling the last of the sun’s warmth over your skin, you take in a breath of fresh air.

‘I could really get used to this.’ You can’t help but smile at the thought; today simply couldn’t have gone any better.

Pleased with your career teaching for the Corleones with only a few days in but never having felt such relaxation through a steady pace with the most polite, respectful students you’ve had in years, you feel all the more bound to your calling for teaching and love for passing on knowledge.

You may be teaching the Corleones and Hagen’s now, but you also learn from the students and strive to provide only the best learning opportunities for every child regardless of age.

You no longer work ushered and kept to yourself in an active mafiosa’s home with paranoia over your shoulder.

The Lake Tahoe compound is the home to a businessman—a family man; a home Michael made for his family and by association, his employees such as yourself.

As other mafiosi would prefer, Michael could have had you and his other employees live on the outskirts of Lake Tahoe and travel to teach the children or even teach somewhere else entirely, but the Corleone family’s generosity and hospitality simply can’t be compared nor competed with.

There’s no doubt the Corleones are wealthy, powerful, and influential in their own right, but their kindness is also genuine and unseen by other families in “the business”.

With your back turned to the estates, you continue to admire the sunset and scenery of Lake Tahoe as you picture your career reaching its height here.

Everything hits you at once but through gratitude. You’ll never forget who you are, where you came from, and how you’ve gotten to where you are now.

Of course, there’s something else that’s equally unforgettable: Michael Corleone, the man who gave you this opportunity.

‘What more he could give…’ You find the thought trailing through your head as your eyes linger over the glistening waters of the lake.

As if Michael’s read your mind, he steps out from his estate for a cigarette break before dinner and sees you as the only view across from him.

Finishing his cigarette, Michael already knew where you were as he wrapped up his day’s work in his office.

Michael already saw you from his window view which prompted him to come outside and approach you himself.

Dressed in a two-piece, tan suit, and matching gold-colored tie, Michael begins to stroll towards the docks where you stand—slowly coming up behind you.

Already hearing some of Michael’s men down at the boathouse doing maintenance, you’re unable to pick up on the sounds of Michael approaching you.

As you’re lost in peaceful, deep thought, Michael admires the way the soft wind blows through your hair and ruffles the fabric of your skirt.

‘She’s beautiful.’ All you may be doing is simply standing there by the docks enjoying the view, but you’re all Michael wants to focus on.

Michael knows he can’t get enough of you nor stay away from you, especially not now provided with the perfect opportunity to approach and speak with you.

Back inside prepping for dinner, Kay helps Anthony and Mary wash up in the bathroom together.

“At least for twenty seconds like we always do, right?” Kay smiles at her children, lathering soap over her hands.

Anthony remains quiet, washing in hands in the sink next to his mother as Mary giggles, mimicking the scrubbing movements her mother makes.

“Here, honey. Have some more soap,” Kay gestures to the soap pump on the counter. “Anthony, do you have a good amount of soap in your hands? We don’t want to spread germs during dinner.”

“I do,” Anthony holds up his soapy hands before resuming washing them.

“Wonderful,” Kay beams, beginning to rinse off her hands. “Let’s get all cleaned up and change before we head down for dinner. Mary, would you like to help me set the table with Auntie Connie and Sandra?”

“Yes, mama,” Mary nods, turning off the tap.

Doing the same, Kay hands Mary a clean towel and takes one for herself to dry off her hands.

“Where’s father?” Anthony asks, turning off the tap.

“I’m sure he’ll join us soon, honey,” Kay turns around to face her son. “He was just wrapping up work earlier and is probably relaxing right now.”

None are aware Michael’s perfectly content and prefers to spend his free time with you.

“It’s a view you’ll never get used to,” Michael speaks out, standing beside you.

Feeling your heart skip a beat followed by an intense rush of butterflies, you glance over at Michael and blush furiously. “Mr. Corleone—Michael,” you correct yourself.

Michael gazes back at you, pleased with the correction. “Hello, Marina. How’ve you been?”

“Better than I’ve ever been,” you smile at Michael shyly. “How are you?”

“Fine,” Michael answers, looking towards the docks. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re no different than me when it comes to taking the time out of your day to appreciate such a view.”

“Mhmm,” you nod, forcing your eyes off Michael and back to the lake. “I can’t help myself. It’s too much of a beautiful, inviting sight. I was always too used to seeing city alleyways outside of my window back home. I don’t ever think I can get enough of this gorgeous view.”

“You have all the time in the world to get used to it,” Michael speaks to you in a soothing, calm voice being nothing but music to your ears. “I believe a change of healthy scenery like this will be good for you.”

“I agree,” you feel your cheeks stinging hot with blush. “I can’t thank you enough for everything.”

“And you don’t need to,” Michael makes direct eye contact with you. “You show me your gratitude in other ways, that is apparent enough.”

‘What?’ You feel your heart pounding in your chest from his very words.

“Kay and I were quite fond of our last governess,” Michael begins. “She was a kind, thoughtful woman—much like you. She had the patience to teach anything to everyone, however, she gravely lacked the enthusiasm and experience you have. Your optimism for teaching shows on the children—Anthony and Mary have told me so.”

“Anthony and Mary are wonderful, well-mannered, and polite,” you beam back, nodding. “It’s my pleasure to teach them and your family, sir. I can’t hide my love and passion for teaching—it’s all just a part of me.”

“Interesting,” Michael comments. “Was it always like that before, when you were with them?” Michael clearly refers to the mafiosi families you worked for previously, seeing how much information he can get out of you on that topic for now.

“Not quite,” you bite down on your lip. “Unfortunately, nobody there cared much for that. They just wanted the teaching to happen, so it was a bit lackluster for me.”

“I assume you had similar experiences with both families then?” Michael raises a curious brow.

“Yes, actually,” you confirm. “They’re not so different after all.”

“No, they’re not,” Michael reaffirms, staring at you. “And I can assume much more about them.”

You remain silent, peeking back at Michael and attempting to read his reaction to what you’ve just told him.

“If I desired to know more about the families you worked for—” Michael moves in closer towards you, “names, faces, or simply questions out of curiosity, you would tell me the truth, wouldn’t you, Marina?”

Your breath hitches as you attempt to form a response, thrilled yet also nervous being only inches away from Michael’s face. “Of course, I would.”

“Good.” Michael pulls back, gesturing down towards the docks. “Walk with me.”

Already on the verge of intense arousal, you follow Michael and attempt to ignore how your knees tingle with weakness with every step you take.

“Is there anything you did want to know?” You ask quietly.

“No,” Michael glances over at you as you walk side by side together, “my only question is if they hurt you or coerced you to do anything else.”

“No, they didn’t,” you answer quietly.

“And you’re being honest with me?”

“Always,” you say back, “I had no obligation to work for them or for anyone. I could always find work elsewhere, but…”

“But the answer is that the money is always too good to pass up, isn’t it?” Michael finishes your sentence for you.

“Um, yes. Yes, it is…” You admit glumly, looking down at your Mary-Janes.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Michael shakes his head, leading you further down the docks. “It’s simply the truth but despite working for two mafiosi families, you felt no obligation whatsoever?”

“I’m not a part of their organization, sir,” you say shyly. “I’ve never had an interest in it or even known anyone to be a part of that line of…business. I was just an employee and they didn’t care to know me as a person. I was unhappy as is with my pay and working conditions too there at the time.”

“You have a point,” Michael agrees, slowly down his pace. “I wonder if you feel the same about us.”

“It’s not like that,” you nibble on your bottom lip. “I don’t mean to offend—”

“You aren’t,” Michael states. “I’m merely curious.”

“No, not at all—” you chuckle breathily out of shyness, “it may be too soon to tell but in truth, I feel I’d rather retire here than anywhere else. This…” You gaze back towards Lake Tahoe momentarily, “this is like paradise for me.”

“You aren’t just working but living your life now,” Michael tells you, “when was the last time you had a chance to do both?”

You frown, giving a shrug. “Perhaps when I was in university for a time, but even then…”

“Perhaps that’s what you were searching for,” Michael offers. “Freedom—a life to live, not survival. That’s what I wish for you to feel and continue doing so here. My family doesn’t see you as just an employee, Marina. We see you as a family too, and we will continue to do so and treat you like one just as we do to Miss Esther and the others who work and reside here.”

“You’re too kind, Michael.” Even saying his name like that causes you to blush all the more. “Truly.”

“Nonsense,” Michael shakes his head, looking into your eyes as you both slow down to almost stop. “You deserve all the more.”

Feeling almost dizzy from butterflies twisting and pulling in your gut, you force yourself to push back any thoughts that attempt to convince you Michael’s words are said out of affection or romance.

“And you will have more,” Michael emphasizes. “That’s why I want to ask under what circumstances you would find yourself wishing to leave so we may provide the best comfort and lifestyle for you here as you work.”

“I don’t want to leave, sir.” You confess, “never.”

“Never?” Michael gazes at you curiously. “Why not?”

“Because—” Before you can even answer, you let out a gasp and slip over a slippery part of the docks; almost grateful for it because you should have bit your tongue but it’s not as if you’re in any position to admit to Michael you want to stay here forever for the sake of being able to spend any passing minute with this man—to revel and enjoy it even if Michael’s married and even if all you two do is make small talk.

You yelp out, threatening to fall over but Michael’s quick to react—gently grabbing your arm and pulling you to his embrace.

“Easy,” Michael murmurs softly, holding onto you. “I have you.”

“Thank you,” you breathe out, straightening your posture.

Besides shaking your hand out of professionalism and formality, Michael’s first touch over your arm feels as if your skin is tingling and on fire in an arousing manner.

For a brief moment, the two of you gaze up into each other’s eyes and Michael can easily see the desire and passion in your eyes toward him.

Giving nothing away to you in return, Michael keeps his hand over your arm as both of you catch your breath and say nothing to each other.

“Don’t slip away from me just yet,” Michael says to you.

Feeling a shy smile growing over your lips, you know you can assume his words to be a joke, but your heart tells you that it certainly doesn’t feel like one.

Michael’s no fool, and with each reaction you give him like clockwork, he knows you’ll eventually reach a point where you won’t be able to refuse your feelings for Michael anymore.

You won’t be the first woman to confess your lust, arousal, attraction, and desires to Michael and all Michael wants to do is hear you admit it all to him.

Michael’s heard all kinds of confessions from dozens of women in his life throughout the years—whether he was romantically involved with them or not.

Their confessions come one way or another and they come directly to Michael, like a priest fallen from grace who will hear it but never allow it come to fruition.

Michael only prefers to hear you moan your confession to him—already mesmerized by the tone of your voice and only imagining how you sound crying out his name in pleasure.

Michael knows he won’t have to do a single thing, but he can easily watch as your desires and arousal become unbearable for you.

What will it take for you to confess to Michael, how and when? However it goes, Michael is bound to enjoy it one way or another.

Michael’s own confession of attraction and sin towards you will come later and confirm what you two feel for one another is mutual destruction—a passion growing through two flames.

Michael’s patience knows no end, but he’ll do whatever it takes to get to know all about you and spend as much time with you as possible until you break.

Michael wants nothing more than for you to crave him, yearn for him, trust him, get deeper with him on a personal level, and show him how you can’t hold back so he can take it further with you.

‘Give in, give in to me…’

“Sooooooo!” Kay can hardly contain her enthusiasm over the children’s lessons as she heads into the dining room with Anthony and Mary. “How have your lessons been lately? I wanna hear all about them!”

“They were good, mama,” Mary’s happy to answer, following along with her mother.

“Anthony, did you enjoy them too?” Kay glances over her shoulder back at her son.

“Yeah,” Anthony gives a small nod. “Miss Algiheri knows what she’s doing.”

“Oh?” Kay chuckles, fixing the bow in Mary’s hair gently. “Was that not the case with your previous governess?”

Mary peeks at Anthony and back to her mother out of curiosity, remaining quiet.

Anthony shrugs his shoulders, looking towards the dining table. “I guess some people teach because they can and others teach because they like it.”

‘Interesting.’ Kay thinks to herself, beginning to hear the sound of footsteps coming from the family going downstairs to prepare dinner. “What are some of the things you two have been learning?”

“Italian!” Mary giggles, “Miss Marina had us practice more Italian.”

“How’s yours?” Kay’s eyes light up with interest. “As good as Anthony’s I bet. Now I’m a little envious,” she lets out a soft laugh. “I’d love to hear you guys tell me a few words or phrases you learned.”

“I don’t know,” Mary peeps quietly, suddenly growing shy.

“No?” Kay eyes the two as Anthony pulls open the cutlery drawer—completely uninterested in the conversation at hand.

“We just read some stuff,” Anthony says as Mary hops by his side, reaching into the drawer to grab some forks.

“Can I hear it?” Kay asks, clasping her hands together. “I’m very curious. What were you guys reading?”

Again, neither Anthony nor Mary answer Kay or react to her, making it all the more apparent right then and there to Kay anxiously that her children refuse to speak any Italian or Sicilian near her.

It’s almost hurtful to Kay who can’t understand or think of any reasons why her own children would refuse to do so as if Anthony and Mary are uncomfortable or were told not to speak.

All Kay knows and can continue to infer is that her children enjoy their lessons and are being taught well, but the conversation about today’s teaching clearly ends here.

Kay is fond of you just as much as her children are, and she can tell these lessons will invigorate the children and aid them well in the future.

Although Kay feels confused and excluded about the children refusing to speak Italian or Sicilian even around her, Kay knows she can talk to Michael about it later for some insight and reassurance as to what’s going on. Perhaps he knows.

Maybe the children will open up to Kay with their Italian and Sicilian culture and roots over time, and the question of just who the children are open to now isn’t on Kay’s mind yet.

Kay’s interested in Italian and Sicilian culture too after all, and she has been since she met Michael.

Kay was also accepted into the Corleone family without hesitation or objections—barely regarded as an American by anyone as she’s accepted and practiced Italian customs and cooks Italian too.

Kay may only be considered “the American” to her own children based on their behavior of refusing to speak Italian near her.

As Mama Corleone, Connie, and Sandra begin to enter the dining room and kitchen to help prepare for dinner, out of distraction Kay glances towards the window providing a stunning view of the lake but is unable to see anyone out there—let alone you or Michael.

All Kay can do is wonder where the two of you are since dinner will be prepared soon, but Michael has no intention of letting you go just yet.

This time Michael keeps you to his left side, away from the edge of the docks and the lake for your safety as you both continue walking together.

His thoughtfulness and protection over you flatter you and certainly don’t help the rosy blush spreading over your cheeks.

“How does it feel having left New York?” Michael asks you, still indulged in the ongoing conversation.

“I could ask you the same,” you smile up at him.

Michael’s eyes flicker with amusement. “I still consider it my home in many ways.”

“As do I,” you answer. “Did you also grow up there?”

“I did,” Michael nods. “Born and raised in Staten Island. It was all I knew until I attended university in New Hampshire—but I never considered that home. Your education, however, mentions you attended university in New York throughout all of your studies.”

“That’s right,” you confirm—much more intrigued by Michael’s education. “I was lucky too. I suppose I didn’t want to stray too far from home at the time. Familiarity matters.”

“Yes, it does,” Michael agrees, gazing at you. “Yet here you are in Nevada—away from your family. Have you given my offer thought?”

Naturally, Michael refers to having your family move and permanently locate to Nevada as well.

“Of course,” you attempt to avoid Michael’s gaze out of shyness. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful—”

“I’ve never taken you as such,” Michael interrupts. “It will take some time on your behalf and that I understand. It’s another commitment pertaining to other people after all.”

“Absolutely,” you nod back. “It’s something I’d like to consider in the future but I’d just need more time for the sake of my family’s thoughts and decision on it too.”

“Understandable. Remember, my offer isn’t revoked unless you want it to be,” Michael tells you. “You don’t seem to be against the idea of calling Nevada your permanent home.”

“I’m definitely not against the idea,” you reply. “I haven’t felt like I fit in anywhere for a long time.”

“You belong here,” Michael’s eyes dart up and down over you. “Lake Tahoe can be your home just as much as Hell’s Kitchen used to be.”

“That’s how I want it to be,” you confess. “I think in many ways I need to leave Hell’s Kitchen behind and that means everything to do with it too, besides my family.”

Michael doesn’t reply, simply gazing at you in curiosity at your words.

“Too many bad memories,” you murmur, shrugging your shoulders.

“Loss is it?” Michael’s familiar with the incident that occurred in your brothers’ death from what Tom told him.

You only nod, rubbing over your arm. “It couldn’t have happened to better people. It’s like… I blame my own home in a way.”

“I can understand that, and you have the right to. I don’t assume incorrectly when I say your brothers were involved in organized crime?” Michael raises a brow.

“Somewhat,” you answer, “if not being able to repay a debt on time means anything.”

“It means a direct death sentence from the mafioso who gave out the loan,” Michael begins to slow his walking pace. “Although I am not judging any man for borrowing such loans. It’s only done in times of—” Michael’s eyes meet yours again, “utter desperation. Something you won’t have to feel or experience again here.”

Your eyes widen as both of you come to a stop by the estates again.

It’s as if Michael’s read through your heart and mind; about the poverty you lived through and your upbringing.

Michael feels all the more safe, warm, and trusting to you as your heart skips a beat from the reassurance his honeyed words give you.

“I—” You begin, but Michael cuts you off.

“You don’t have to say anything, Marina. Not another ‘thank you’ either, because I am aware of how appreciative you are. I can tell. This is how all of it works, you don’t need to say anything.”

“Am I that much of an open book?” You joke, smiling shyly.

“Yes, but that’s not a bad thing,” you swear you saw a small smile on Michael’s lips for a moment there. “You intrigue me, Marina.”

“I could say the same about you,” your heart pounds from thrill and excitement as you can barely believe the words coming out of your own mouth.

“You haven’t yet realized this is what you deserve and so much more,” Michael reaffirms, “it’ll take some getting used to but I intend to show you the full hospitality and luxury my family can provide.”

“Mrs. Corleone is very lucky—” You instantly regret the words the second they come out of your mouth.

Michael doesn’t react, continuing to gaze at you. “She’s a very patient and understanding woman. I have no doubt you will hear more about me from her.”

“That’s alright,” you giggle softly before glancing to your side and giving a quiet gasp. “Oh, we’re—”

“Never mind that,” Michael shakes his head, ignoring the time. “It won’t be an issue.”

“Even if Mrs. Corleone and the others are waiting for us inside?” A grin forms over your lips.

“They can wait. We’ll get there soon enough. Come,” Michael extends out his hand and touches your arm again, gently leading you close by his side towards the central family estate.

Wanting to melt under Michael’s touch again, you stay as close by his side as you can and with every step you take to the estate, your mind and body can only beg and plead for his hand not to move off of you.

It’s only during the middle of dinner do you suddenly realize Michael caused both of you to become later on purpose.

Stunned, you can only reason it with the fact Michael wanted the extra time to speak with you regardless of what time it was or how late you two could be.

You set down your glass of water after taking a sip, letting your eye catch Michael’s as you blush again and think of the conversation you two made in the evening.

‘Walking and talking by the lake during sunset?’ You can’t help but feel all the more flustered and you can hardly focus on the conversation at the dinner table while your gaze wants to be on Michael’s.

Perhaps all of this is just a fantasy—an impossible reality in your head and mostly your heart, but you’ll be damned if it isn’t true that Michael takes every chance he gets to look upon you again and again.

After a hearty meal at dinner, you part from the Corleone family to clean up and relax for the evening—thinking you’ll at least get a little break from being so flustered around Michael even though you know you’re yearning to spend every second you can with him.

With the Corleone women heading back inside the kitchen to clean up and once again refusing you through kind words that you don’t need to lift a finger to help, you head inside the central family compound rather than return to your own living quarters.

Ever since Tom gave you a tour of the grand estate’s private library and study, you already knew just where on the compound you’d spend most of your free time.

Just from taking a step inside the study, you find yourself mesmerized and in awe by the size of the grand room—easily twice as large as your entire family home.

Mahogany shelves line the walls with books organized by title name, surrounded by plush leather couches and a fireplace placed away from any wooden fixtures or shelving but providing a cozy and warm view to curl up with a novel.

As you approach the first bookshelf in front of you, you’re almost overwhelmed in the best way possible with the number of various novels ranging from fiction to non-fiction, encyclopedias, classics, and even guides tempting you to read all of them.

Nobody else remains in the study, leaving you amidst hundreds of intriguing books alone with the sound of the crackling fire to comfort you.

As Tom and Sandra went to clean up after dinner and see their children, Michael and Kay retired from the evening while others continue their evening or enjoy rest—such as yourself.

The warmth the fireplace provides the study is enough to get you in a snuggly cozy mood; curtains were drawn back with just the glow of a few dim lamps and the fire before you provides pure serenity.

‘I could honestly spend forever in here.’ Knowing it would take you more than enough time to settle on just one book, you move towards the leather armchair by the fireplace and take a seat—relaxing your muscles against the plush cushioning.

You let out a deep exhale, closing your eyes and taking in nothing but pure relaxation.

Only a few moments follow before you pick up on the sound of footsteps walking down the hallway, but you keep your eyes closed and appreciate the fireplace’s warmth over you.

“Good evening, Marina.” You hear Tom’s voice not long after.

Fluttering open your eyes, you look over to see Tom entering the study with his leather briefcase in hand—politely smiling at you.

‘Is it so bad I wanted him to be Michael instead?’ You sit up, greeting Tom with a smile. “Hello, Tom.”

“Enjoying the coziness of the fire?” He grins, gesturing to the fireplace before moving towards the back of the study to what you can only assume is Tom’s own private study desk.

“Something like that,” you sigh, looking towards the fireplace.

“I can relate, believe me.” Tom sets his suitcase down on his desk before moving towards a wine rack placed furthest from the fireplace and books. “I’ve found myself here one too many times lost in a good book, enjoying a glass of wine.” Tom picks up a clean wineglass placed upside down over a silver tray, looking back at you. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Yes, please,” you answer, watching as Tom pours two half glasses of Sicilian Nero d'Avola wine.

“So,” Tom sets down the wine bottle carefully, picking up both wine glasses and approaching you by the fireplace. “How have you been lately? We haven’t had too much time to recap since your first day here.”

“To be honest with you, everything’s been wonderful,” you smile up at Tom as he hands you your glass of wine. “It couldn’t be better. Thank you.”

Tom nods, taking a seat across from you. “That’s great to hear. I’m glad you’ve settled in well. Your comfort is important to us.”

“I greatly appreciate it,” you can’t wipe the warm smile off your lips. “Truly.”

“Cheers to new chapters, new things, and a new career?” Tom raises up his wineglass.

“I’ll drink to that,” you let out a laugh, clinking your wine glass against his before taking a small sip.

“Speaking of—” Tom swallows down his wine, “how’s your family? Have you heard from them?”

“Mhmm,” you savor the taste of the rich, velvety wine on your tongue. “They’re well. Very happy and proud for me, and of course, expecting lots of letters and calls.”

“As always,” Tom chuckles. “Have you thought of Michael’s offer to relocate them to Nevada as well? Ahem—if it’s not too soon to ask, of course. I’m simply curious.”

“He reminded me of it today, as a matter of fact,” you mention. “I would love to bring my family here closer to me and I know I’ll do so when the time is right for them.”

“Absolutely,” Tom agrees with you.

Despite your comfortable conversations with Tom always going well and agreeable—let alone his brotherly thoughtfulness towards you—you’ve only just arrived and are cautious not to be hasty or make mistakes let alone on your family’s behalf.

It’s one thing for you to fuck up but you can’t afford anything similar for your family. Besides, you still know little to nothing of whether the Corleones are truly embroiled in the mafia or not as your family would never accept living under the world’s most luxurious conditions so as long as it’s offered by a mafiosi.

“Michael is a good man,” you say, turning the conversation to who you wish you could talk to and ask about forever.

You have an insatiable curiosity and longing to get to know more about Michael and love hearing about him under the guise of convincing yourself it’s just healthy curiosity to understand your employer.

“I’m lucky to have a man like him as my brother,” Tom smiles to himself at the thought. “I’m grateful.”

“If it’s okay to ask, I’m curious as to why your last name isn’t Corleone but Hagen?” You ask.

“Well,” Tom lets out a laugh, shaking his head. “I grew up in Hell’s Kitchen much like you when Vito Corleone and his family resided there with his sons Sonny and Fredo. I played with Sonny on the street sometimes but it got rough for me and my family when…” Tom’s voice trails off for a moment and you understand, but he’s quick to fix up a smile. “I was sick—very ill—and I had no place to go. I was suffering from a dangerous ailment in my eye that my mother had which caused her to go blind. I was afraid I’d share the same fate, but I couldn’t afford to see a doctor. Sonny saw me like that—on the streets, hopeless and homeless. He took me home and Vito adopted me. He cared for me like his own son but out of respect for my family, he didn’t change my last name.”

“Wow,” you murmur to yourself, eyes wide. “That’s incredible and so generous for Mr. Corleone to do.”

“He’s the only father I’ve truly known,” Tom nods back. “So I’m a stepchild; German-Irish, certainly not Sicilian but I may as well be as they say,” Tom laughs again, “I speak Italian and Sicilian too. Although there isn’t a huge age gap between us, I kinda got to see Mikey grow up too.”

You can already tell how close-knit of a relationship Tom and Michael have for Tom to refer to him as “Mikey”.

“I missed Mike during his college days and then came the war and all that,” Tom sighs quietly, drinking more of his wine.

“The…war?” You peek at him curiously.

“Ah,” Tom licks his lips. “You don’t know. Michael fought in the war. He served in the Pacific, but…” Tom pauses for a moment, smiling expectantly at you. “I think he would prefer to tell you all that himself.”

“If you say so,” you blush, agreeing.

You’d rather hear the story from Michael too, but then again you’d rather hear just about anything from Michael.

“I think he’d be open to explaining it to you,” Tom continues. “It’s not a type of story Mike tells often but I believe he’d like to get to know you better and vice versa, of course.”

“Really?” You breathe, feeling your heart begin to race in your chest again.

“Mhmm. He’s very impressed with your courtesy and teaching already,” Tom tells you. “I can’t say Michael’s like this to everyone. A lot of his men and security have never spoken a word to him and some have been employed for a decade now. You’re a different story altogether, though.”

“Am I?”

“You teach his children, our children, and you interact directly with the family,” Tom points out. “It’s not my business to pry, but Michael thinks you also have a very interesting past and personality too. I’m not surprised at all that he wants to get to know you better.”

“I’d like to understand him better too,” you admit sheepishly, “but I feel every time I try to do so, all I have are more questions to ask him.”

Tom grins, nodding at you. “I know what you mean. I don’t want you to feel like a fish out of water, but just note for your own sake so you know—you don’t take things the wrong way—but Michael is a difficult man. You shouldn’t feel as if you’ve offended him or anything if he tends to come off as cold and distant. It’s his nature. He’s always been like that.”

“Always?” You frown.

“Always,” Tom answers grimly. “And you know, now that we’re on the topic of getting to know one another better, Mike may not be giving out any personal details about the war and what he experienced. Really, it’s not that Mike doesn’t care about those kinds of questions or curiosity coming from others but that he himself doesn’t care for the details.”

“Sure, I understand,” you say back quietly. “Has he…always been like this? ‘Difficult’ as you described it, I mean.”

Tom licks over his lips, pondering his next words as he taps the back of his fingers against his wineglass. “Yes,” Tom’s eyes meet yours again. “For as long as anyone can remember, yes.”

Just as Michael’s certain of his attraction and lust towards you, he’s also just as aware he needs to keep it off of his mind—especially when Michael’s with Kay.

Michael may not show it for the time being, yet he craves you as much as you yearn for him but what could come from it? Where would it go?

Attraction comes and goes, and although it may last a lifetime through every encounter, it can also be a brief memory.

Attraction itself at its base means nothing but the flame of passion fueled by both of you creates everything.

Even if you and Michael come to have an affair or something more, it’ll be like living a second life. A life like that guarantees secrets, lies, and compromise and for a man like Michael, it’s not a scandal he can afford.

Even the most promiscuous mafiosi prefer a prostitute for the night and stick with mistresses through long distances very rarely and you fit into neither category.

Fantasies and daydreaming never hurt anyone, and thoughts can remain nothing but thoughts.

Kay Corleone however is no fantasy. She’s the wife of Michael Corleone, the mother to his children, and his best friend before all of that.

It’s not you who Michael goes to bed with everything night or returns home to—it’s Kay.

Even as you make chat away with Tom about both of your childhoods growing up in New York, Michael’s long returned to his estate and back to Kay in bed; Anthony and Mary are asleep on their bedtime for their early morning lessons from you tomorrow.

At this very moment, as your conversation with Tom continues, you haven’t the slightest idea Michael makes love to his wife tonight in the next estate.

You can barely get Michael off your mind even when you try your hardest, and you’re able to ask Tom more about him without pushing your questions or conversation to appear weird or creepy but Michael isn’t thinking about you now.

Michael’s pushed you out of his mind the moment he entered his bedroom and returned to his wife; the woman he adores loves, and is sexually intimate with.

The two have a healthy sex life, being intimate two to three times a week with one another—equally filled with teasing and pleasing.

“So good—” Kay lets out a loud moan, arching her back. “Feels so good, baby—mm!”

In an intimate missionary position embracing one another underneath the blankets, Michael and Kay enjoy their night of loving sex—lost in one another.

Michael’s hair is no longer neatly gelled and slicked back as everyone is used to seeing, but messy, tousled, and semi-damp from a shower with loose strands hanging off his forehead—bouncing with every deep thrust.

Michael groans quietly against the outline of Kay’s jawline, leaving a trail of tiny wet kisses and letting his lips linger over his wife’s warm skin.

Michael and Kay’s bodies collide softly with each deep and slow thrust as Kay keeps her thighs wrapped around Michael’s waist obediently.

Kay’s one hand is lost in Michael’s hair with the other clutching onto his back, moaning her husband’s name over and over again. “Michael… Michael…”

Kay pushes her hips up to meet Michael’s, the only scenery around the couple being Kay’s nightgown and panties thrown onto the vanity chair when Michael stripped her down.

The bed sheets are warm with the friction of lovemaking and the blanket over Michael slides down his back and covers his waist and below.

Michael presses his forehead against Kay’s, gazing lovingly into his wife’s eyes as they moan together.

At the height of arousal and in a state of ecstasy, Kay can hardly keep herself quiet as Michael’s hands trail up his wife’s chest—fondling her breasts.

“Y-yes,” Kay blushes, putting her hands over top of Michael’s. “Touch me…”

“Kay,” Michael grunts, kissing her lips greedily and deepening his thrusts—causing Kay to moan back in his mouth.

Kay’s always loved tender lovemaking above all and although she has nothing against a quick session or round either, she isn’t much interested in rough or fast sex.

Michael can’t say the same, but his wife’s comfort and enjoyment comes first to him. After all, Michael’s always loved making love to Kay.

As Michael cups Kay’s face and continues to kiss her feverishly, he grows closer to his orgasm.

For just a brief moment as Michael parts from the kiss to catch his breath, Michael imagines you in Kay’s spot instead—picturing himself fucking you and feeling his cock pulsating in your tight pussy.

A reminder of how deeply Michael’s attracted to you hits him like a wave but he’s quick to snap out of it, focusing on Kay again.

“I’m close, baby,” Michael nuzzles Kay’s neck, kissing up and down her supple skin.

“D-do it,” Kay moans insistently. “Cum in me, Michael. Pleeeeease.”

Michael chuckles breathily, kissing Kay’s lips sloppily. “As you wish, darling.”

By now, you’ve already called it a night with Tom, ending your conversation and getting ready to head to bed.

“Thank you for the talk,” you beam at Tom. “I’ve so much to learn about this lovely family and I’m eager to get to know all of you better as time goes on.”

“Just as we’re eager to get to know such a phenomenally talented teacher too,” Tom says back. “Don’t be a stranger. I’m always here to talk and so are the others.”

“I appreciate it, Tom. Thank you.” You let out a soft sigh of relief, pushing a curtain of your hair back. “I’ve got an early day of lessons tomorrow morning, so I think it’s safe for me to say I’m calling it a night.”

“Wise choice,” Tom laughs, gesturing to himself. “I should do the same, honestly. Well,” he turns to face you once more. “It was good talking to you again and I wish you a good night. Rest well, Marina.”

“You too, Tom. See you in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Tom waves at you as you exit the study, quietly walking through the central family compound.

A brisk three-minute walk outside and you enter your living quarters, noticing all the lights are off and that Esther must be fast asleep by now.

Locking the doors, you sigh out of frustration to yourself and walk upstairs—unable to push back a lingering feeling you thought wouldn’t return so soon.

Back in Hell’s Kitchen, if you weren’t busy studying, you were working or doing both. You had the stress of your family’s paranoia from the mafia running the streets, the grief of your brothers’ deaths, and debt looming over your shoulder.

The pain never ended for you. It just came in different ways from different people, but regardless, it caused immense stress on you and manifested in many ways.

Now you find yourself getting a good night’s sleep and waking up feeling rested, not tense or drained, not to mention that you also have normal dreams instead of having nightmares about your problems over and over again.

Your restlessness from your sleep alone impacted your libido heavily. The last time you masturbated and enjoyed yourself was months before your brothers’ deaths; you’re a virgin too, after all.

Naturally, after living through such a time of emotional turmoil and grieving, your libido crashed entirely and you didn’t feel the desire to please yourself whatsoever nor did it even come to your mind.

All of that has reawakened here and now. You have what you wished and dreamt for: privacy, safety, a life of luxury, peace, and respect.

There’s no need for you to be paranoid or restless now in any sense, no need to sleep with one eye open or be used to hearing gunshots outside of your apartment.

Michael has you protected, respected, and cared for now. It’s no longer a matter of wanting to get used to but having to and now with the built-up sexual tension you have towards Michael from how he talks to you, touches you even just by your arm to pull you to his side—so strong, controlling and desiring—keeping you safe from the other side of the docks, making you late to dinner just to spend more time talking with you as you painfully aroused.

As you enter your bedroom and shut the door behind you, you let out a shaky breath and feel your clit throbbing just from the thought of Michael.

You can’t get his firm, slender hands out of your mind—thinking about them roaming over your body.

Unable to ignore the heated arousal growing in you, you begin to strip off your clothes—setting them aside.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you imagine Michael in front of you, taking off your bra and gazing into your eyes.

Hot to the touch and naked, you let yourself indulge completely in every dirty fantasy of Michael you came come up with.

Your body aches for Michael and Michael alone as you kneel down on the bed, laying on your back and letting the warmth in your bedroom overtake you.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you trail your hand between your legs and fantasize about Michael hovering over top of you and touching you all over.

As you part open your pussy lips, you picture Michael doing so with his fingers.

You imagine Michael kissing your pussy and licking up the dewiness before burying his face in between your legs.

You’re fantasizing about a married man while he has sex with his wife back at his own estate.

Continuing to touch yourself in all your sensitive spots, you begin to slick your finger up and down your clit—letting yourself moan quietly.

You crave Michael’s hot tongue suckling over your clit, licking and kissing your body with every ounce of need and greed in his body.

“Michael,” you moan out his name without even being aware of it, imagining what those plush, full lips of his would feel like against yours.

You want nothing more than to tug on Michael’s tie and have him pin you up against the wall, fucking you until you scream his name.

You want this man so bad in every little dirty way possible and you don’t care anymore. You don’t care if he’s married and you certainly don’t care about what’s wrong and what’s right.

“Michael!” You moan again, louder this time.

Whimpering, you slip your fingers into your mouth and suck on them for lubrication, continuing to toy with your clit with one hand and using the other to rub over your tender, hardened nipples.

Spreading your legs as wide as you can instinctively, you can’t stop fantasizing about Michael slicking his cock up and down your swollen clit—positioning himself to fuck you.

You can easily get off to Michael masturbating over you alone while he tongue kisses you and plays with your nipples.

Unimaginably aroused and horny, you curl your toes and cum moaning Michael’s name—feeling an intense wave of pleasure release through you and cause your thighs to tingle and quiver.

As your eyes snap open, you quickly clasp a hand over your mouth from the realization of whose name you’re moaning so loudly—attempting to catch your breath after such an intense orgasm.

‘Michael…’ You came to the thought of him and him alone, moaning his name and feeling right to do so.

It’s Kay who cries out; “Michael!” cumming over his cock back at their estate instead, making love to him as you lay in bed alone with only your thoughts and fantasies.

‘Michael…’ You think to yourself, breathing deeply.

You wish he heard you moaning out his name.

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