Mafia Heir’s Broken Vows (Rosewood Hall Broken Vows)

30. Serafina

SERAFINA

W e had a busy morning—Leo's first day of kindergarten, and I'm an emotional wreck. My baby is growing up too fast, and I'm not handling it well. Alessandro, on the other hand, is the picture of calm and pride, grinning like he's just won the lottery while I try not to sob.

"He's going to love it," he says with absolute certainty, his warm hand resting on my shoulder.

"That's not the point," I sniff, dabbing at my eyes with a tissue. "He's still my baby. I'm not ready." The thought of letting him go, even for a few hours, makes my chest ache. And though I know this is the right thing for him, a small part of me can't shake the lingering fear—what if someone from our old life finds us? What if they try to take him?

"Mommy." Leo tugs at my hand, his little fingers wriggling to break free. "Lemme go now. That's my teacher—she speaks Italian, English and French. And she's pretty," he adds matter-of-factly, pointing toward the classroom door. "I'm in the Lion class. Roooar!"

I laugh through the tears as I let his hand go. "Bye, Leo," I call after him, waving like a lunatic.

But he doesn't even look back. He's already bounding off, finding someone to talk to, and heading into the classroom with his new friend. No hesitation. No second glance. My brave, independent boy. Just like his father.

"What am I supposed to do now?" I ask Alessandro, my voice breaking as I turn to him.

He laughs softly, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'll distract you. Let's go get something to eat."

"This is going to be the longest day ever," I mumble, glancing back at the classroom door one last time.

He squeezes my hand gently, his steady presence grounding me. "We can take him to the beach after school. You two can have some fun time together."

I nod, already looking forward to it. "You're right. He's going to be fine."

Alessandro smiles, his gaze is full of reassurance. "So are you."

The scent of blooming jasmine drifts in through the open windows, mingling with the faint aroma of salt from the sea. The world is quiet now, still and peaceful—a stark contrast to the chaos of the afternoon at the beach. We stayed out almost until sunset, and Leo passed out in minutes when he got in his bed. He liked school—which made me sad that he didn't miss me.

I tiptoe through the house turning out lights and closing the shutters, pausing at Leo's bedroom door. It stands slightly ajar, and I peek inside. He is sprawled out in the middle of the bed surrounded by toys, fast asleep.

Quietly, I close his door and turn away. My bare feet make no sound as I move down the hallway, drawn by the soft music floating through the air.

Alessandro is out on the terrace, leaning against the stone railing, staring out at the sea. His sleeves are rolled up, and his shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of the strength beneath. He looks... so handsome. He's fucking sexy and I'm already thinking of all the things I want him to do to me.

He senses me before I speak, turning slowly, a lazy, knowing smile curving his lips. "He's asleep?"

I nod. "Out like a light."

He reaches out, his hand steady and warm. "Then we have the night to ourselves."

I step into his embrace.

The terrace is bathed in the soft flicker of fairy lights, as they swing in the breeze. The distant crash of the waves is a calm lullaby. Alessandro pulls me close, his hands firm but gentle as he guides me into a slow, easy sway. There's soft music and the waves make their own song, we move as if we've done this a thousand times.

I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His hand glides up my back, fingers tracing along my spine, sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

"I don't remember the last time I danced like this," I murmur.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Neither do I. But with you, it feels like second nature." He's an excellent dancer.

His lips skim along my temple, feather light. I tilt my head, meeting his gaze. His eyes burn with desire—a hunger tempered by tenderness.

Slowly, deliberately, he leans in. His lips brushing mine—soft at first, exploring, savoring. Then the kiss deepens and becomes rough and needy. His hand tightens on my waist, pulling me flush against him. I can feel how hard he is, how ready he is. Every inch of me responds, my pussy already wet from a kiss and a dance.

"Serafina—" he whispers against my lips, my name sounding like a plea.

He lifts me without effort, as if I weigh nothing, carrying me back inside in a few strides. His mouth never leaves mine, kissing me with a growing urgency that sends my pulse racing. We kiss more, slowly undressing each other, until there is nothing between us.

"You're mine," he growls against my throat, voice thick with need. Kissing my neck, teasing me with his fingers, he touches my pussy and rubs circles over my clit. It makes me shudder and buck my hips. "Always," I whisper, threading my fingers into his hair, and pulling him closer.

Alessandro flips me over onto my stomach, making me laugh the way he can toss me like a ragdoll. He's so strong—it's such a turn-on. "Ass up." He smacks my bottom and sends tingles straight to my pussy. He's kneeling behind me, towering over me, sliding his finger slowly in and out of me. Making me want more than just his hands inside me. He positions himself so that I can feel him, teasing my pussy. Just a little at a time, his hands grabbing my ass, and holding me still so I can't push back against him. "Stop." He says. I try to wiggle myself onto his cock again. He holds onto my hips and pauses, it feels like ages, the anticipation making me drip.

When he finally pushes into me, I let out a muffled scream into the pillow it is good, he's so deep holding me still. All of him inside me, filling me, stretching me out. "Fuck, Serafina." He moans and I feel his cock throb inside me. When he's calmed down, he starts to move behind me. Pulling my hips back to crash into his hard thrusts—his hand reaching around to tease my clit.

"Alessandro." I pant, so close to coming I can hardly move, he knows it. He moves faster, harder. Holding me against him on every thrust, rubbing my clit to the same rhythm, it's too much. Before I can tell him or even try to hold back my body shudders and orgasm rips through me. Behind me, he moans, gripping my hips, grinding his cock deep into me as he comes. His whole body shivers as his release takes over, and he lets go. It was fast and rough, but my whole body feels thoroughly fucked as I collapse beneath him.

Hours later, we still lie tangled in the soft sheets, the cool air brushing against our sweat-slicked skin. Alessandro's arm is draped over my waist, holding me firmly against him, as if to keep me from getting away.

I trace slow, lazy patterns across his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. He presses a soft kiss to the top of my head.

"We should do that again," I whisper into the quiet.

His hand moves, tilting my face to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, and hungry in a way that steals my breath.

"Careful what you wish for."

I lean up, brushing my lips against his—slow, lingering.

The night stretches on, blurring into dawn. We make love over and over again, every touch only making me need more.

And when the first light of morning spills through the windows, we have hardly slept, but every moment was worth it. I yawn and close my eyes, just needing a few more minutes in this bubble with him.