Mafia Husband

You’re at dinner with your arranged mafia husband. “So how was your day?” “It was fine,” you answer with clenched teeth. You yelled at him earlier, so now he’s punishing you for it. “Are you giving me attitude?” “No,” you answer, pissed off already, as he smirks. “F*ck you,” you whisper. “Sure will,” he says before turning up the vibration between your thighs. You clenched your dress in your hands. “Let’s try this again,” he takes a sip of his drink. “How was your day?”