The Don's Legal Eagle's Baby: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance

43. Griselda

Isat on the couch, my gaze fixed on the window, my thoughts consumed by worry for Emilio”s safety. I couldn”t fathom what I would do if something were to happen to him.

My mother quietly joined me on the adjacent couch, and though her presence brought me some comfort, I remained silent, lost in my apprehensions.

”You do like him, don”t you?” my mother tentatively ventured.

I couldn”t help but snort at her observation.

”Against all odds,” I replied with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

A heavy sigh escaped my mother”s lips as she leaned closer.

”I don”t want you to have the same kind of life I did, Griselda,” she admitted.

I reassured her, my voice firm with conviction. ”He”s not like them, Mom. He”s not interested in the mafia. He”ll find a way out.”

Shifting closer to me, she attempted to meet my gaze.

”Am I going to become a grandmother?” she asked, a touch of disbelief coloring her words.

I couldn”t contain my laughter at the reality of the situation.

”Yes,” I confirmed, and before I knew it, she took me into her warm, comforting embrace.

”As long as you”re sure about the kind of man he is,” my mother murmured, her concern palpable.

I reciprocated her embrace, holding her close.

”I am, Mom,” I reassured her.

A thoughtful hum resonated in my chest as she pulled back slightly.

”I”ll still have reservations until he leaves the mafia,” she admitted, a hint of worry lingering in her expression.

I chuckled softly at her protective nature.

”I know you”re worried for me,” I acknowledged, understanding her fears all too well.

Her sigh was filled with a mix of emotions.

”I can”t believe my only baby will be having a baby,” she remarked with a laugh.

I couldn”t help but giggle at the sentiment. The conversation then shifted as my mother inquired about my work and the status of my suspension.

”I quit,” I replied, the decision still fresh in my mind.

She pulled back slightly, her gaze locking with mine.

”I”m proud of you,” she declared, her smile wide and genuine.

As my mother”s words filled the room with a warm sense of pride, the familiar sound of a car engine interrupted our moment. We both turned to the window and spotted the sleek black Mercedes-Benz pulling into the driveway.

Without a moment”s hesitation, I knew it was Emilio. Relief flooded through me, dispelling the anxious cloud that had settled in my chest.

Rushing outside, I saw Emilio stepping out of the car, his arms open wide. I practically leaped into his embrace, feeling the familiar comfort of his presence enveloping me.

”Be careful,” he murmured, his voice laced with affection.

”I missed you,” I admitted, my voice muffled against his chest.

The warmth of his chuckle reverberated through me as he assured me that he was fine.

As we reluctantly parted, I remembered my mother standing in the doorway, her gaze wary yet curious. I debated internally whether I should introduce Emilio to her or not, but before I could make that decision, Emilio strode over to her.

I was about to witness a monumental exchange between the two most important people in my life. I rubbed my hand tenderly over my growing belly, grateful that soon there would be three precious people in my life.

”Mom, this is Emilio,” I said with slight nervousness.

Emilio extended his hand, his demeanor polite and composed.

”It”s a pleasure to meet you, ma”am,” he said, his tone warm and respectful.

My mother glanced at his outstretched hand before tentatively reaching out to shake it.

”Likewise,” she replied, her tone guarded yet courteous.

I observed the subtle tension between them, each sizing the other up in a silent exchange. My mother nodded slowly.

”Griselda has told me a little about your family,” she said it as if it were a challenge. ”I have to be honest, I don”t approve of the circumstances surrounding your occupation.”

Emilio”s gaze remained steady, his resolve unwavering as he met my mother”s gaze with a sense of understanding.

”I understand your concerns,” he replied, his voice calm yet resolute. ”But I love Griselda, and I won”t leave her. Our child deserves to have both of us in its life, and I”ll do everything in my power to make that happen.”

My mother”s expression softened slightly, a hint of empathy mingling with her lingering apprehension.

”I just want what”s best for Griselda and the baby,” she murmured, her words laced with maternal concern.

Emilio nodded, his demeanor conveying a sense of earnestness.

”I understand. Mi assicurerò di dimostrare che posso fornirglielo. (I”ll make sure to prove that I can provide that for them),” he assured her with confidence.)

The exchange between them carried an air of mutual respect and guarded understanding, each acknowledging the complexities of the situation while striving to find a common ground. When my mother and Emilio concluded their conversation, I couldn”t help but feel a surge of happiness.

I smiled, a sense of relief flooding through me.

“See! I told you that he”s not what you expected,” I explained, my words tinged with a mixture of defense and pride.

My mother regarded us both with a sense of understanding, her eyes reflecting a blend of caution and acceptance.

”I can see that. Just promise me you”ll take care of my daughter,” she implored, her words tinged with a mother”s instinctive worry.

”I will,” Emilio assured her, his voice unwavering in its commitment. ”I promise.”

We stepped into the penthouse, and a deep sense of belonging filled me. I had really missed being here with Emilio. I turned to look at him with a warm smile, catching his gaze.

”How did it go?” I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

Emilio closed the distance between us with purposeful strides, his smile growing with each step. In a sudden motion, he pulled me into his lap as we settled onto the couch, his eyes gleaming with happiness.

”It”s done. I”m out of the mafia now.” He looked so relaxed and truly happy.

I was elated, and I leaned in to kiss him, smashing our lips together. His hand glided up my back and ran through strands of my hair.

I honestly couldn’t decide which was better. Our large bed or sitting in his lap like this, all our limbs entwined together.

I wiggled on his lap, noting something else rising and poking at my inner thigh.

Raising myself slightly, I teasingly drew a fingernail over the lump in his trousers. After hearing such good news, I just wanted to have him in me as quickly as possible. I immediately set to work on removing his clothes.

His hands were just as eager and quicker, as though he had been waiting all day for the excuse to touch me. He removed my outer clothes, leaving me in my undergarments, planting wet kisses on my skin along the way.

I smacked his shoulder and told him to stop several times as he kept finding ticklish spots along my stomach and arms.

His lips against my bosom tingled, and he easily picked me up and lay me on the floor right there in the living room.

I laughed and couldn’t believe we were going to do each other right there on the floor like a mating pair of animals, but my laughter turned into moans when his hand stroked my lower half, his fingers dancing along my inner thigh and traveling further up.

I squirmed, reaching for him, but his other hand snatched my wrists, holding them high above my head. He kissed me, his tongue pressing against my lips for entry, which I gladly granted him.

His fingers continued to glide across my hips and legs, swirling around the ultimate target, leaving me in sheer torment for his attention there.

I growled into his mouth, irritated and needy, and he relented. He curled a finger along the wet patch in my underwear, rubbing along the soaked slit. My hips lifted, pressing his finger into the folds. Yet he pulled back, drawing it along to the top and back down.

Damn him, I thought, wanting to scream in his mouth out of sheer frustration but also melting into the desk all the while. His fingers hooked around the fabric, pulling it aside, and his fingertips finally touched bare skin, rubbing the perfect area that I needed him to touch.

I shivered, biting back a squeal rising in my throat, and I broke the kiss. Then he attacked my collarbone, sucking against the skin. Between the deep purple bruises he left in his wake and his circling hand on my lower half, it was an overload of sensation.

At this rate, I would finish too soon. I gasped and laid my chin on top of his head.

“Emilio,” I breathed, barely above a whisper.

He eased up and allowed me to settle down, bestowing loving kisses along my body here and there. Once my breathing returned to normal, he wasted no time in returning to the spot between my legs. This time, though, his head lowered with his hands.

“No,” I said, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him back up. “Let me suck you off first.” Rolling onto shaky legs, I directed him on what to do. “Lie down.”

Doing as he was told, I removed his trousers and his underwear, freeing his cock. It stood erect and glistening, and my core quivered in response to the idea of it being inside me.

I crawled on top of him, facing the other way and planting my knees on either side of Emilio’s head, then grabbed hold of the thick length. It pulsed in my hand, and the tip was already slick with his essence. Brushing back my hair, I gently licked it, and behind me, Emilio sucked in the air.

Pushing the shaft against my face, I used my entire tongue, dragging it from the base to the top in one long, fluid motion. I repeated it several times, gently cradling his balls in my other hand. At his tip, I circled my tongue around and around the head. Each pass brought yet another deep grunt from Emilio.

He wasn’t idle himself. I felt his fingers poking and prodding me, and all too soon, a warm heat against my opening. Then a slippery tongue went up and down my folds, combined with his fingers against my nub. I lost my concentration on his cock a couple of times when he hit a sensitive spot. I moaned and suckled on him to return the favor.

Slowly, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the tip whole. I withdrew, then went back for more, diving deeper.

I curved my tongue under the section in my mouth, sucking and rotating it in a way that I knew affected Emilio. Within moments, his attention on me broke, and his pelvis twisted, his butt bouncing on the floor.

He was stubborn, though, and when I lifted my head to catch my breath, he was back at it, his tongue probing deep inside me.

“Yes,” I moaned loudly, hanging my head in ecstasy.

That building tension was rising in my body, and I couldn’t take much more. Any moment now, and it was over. I needed to get back to his length. I needed to-

Emilio’s tongue won me over. All my muscles went lax, and I yelled, my head dropping down to his groin. I couldn’t speak or do anything, only make mewling noises against his skin and let my body jerk as the orgasm pumped through my body like a heartbeat.

Gradually, I regained enough strength to push myself up and look over my shoulder. Emilio was covered in sweat and spittle.

“Enough foreplay,” I smiled, easing up and awkwardly turning around. “I want the real thing.”

“Anything for you, kitten.”

I raised my hips high while he held himself in position. Then, I pressed down on him, taking him in inch by inch until he couldn’t fit any more of himself in. I sat there, my lower lips swollen from the pregnancy hormones, savoring the thickness inside me. If this is what sex was going to feel like for the next six months, we’d better get a softer carpet.

I unclasped my bra, letting it fall away, and chuckled as Emilio’s eyes widened. No matter how many times I let him see them, he never failed to be impressed by certain aspects of my naked body. Then again, I glanced down at his sex in me and the toned body beneath; he never fails to impress me either.

His hands slid up my thighs and held firm to my ass. Spreading my fingers on his muscular chest, I pushed myself up to the point of letting him fall out, then seductively eased back down on him, ensuring that I contracted my inner muscles on every downward move. I stuck my tongue out with a devilish grin as he groaned. He squeezed his eyes shut, and his grip on me faltered.

It was a sight to see him like this, and I got a great deal of satisfaction from making him writhe like this.

I laughed and lifted myself again, this time pulling off him completely. In one fell swoop, I suddenly found myself on all fours beneath Emilio.

And his hands. Gosh! How they groped my breasts, pushing them up, caressing them.

I gave myself over to how his one hand wandered lower and the other explored. They were doing sinful things to my body. He bent a finger and drew the knuckle through my wet slit, lightly kneading through my folds, then over my clit and back.

It made me nearly lose my mind. I loved that only we were privy to each others’ pleasure and could experience these sexual heights with only each other.

I craned my head to look back up at him and wrapped an arm around his neck, holding myself steady. He kissed me and, the next moment, impaled me. I yelped in his mouth, and that suppressed shiver exploded throughout my body.

My arm weakened, but he held me close to him, keeping me from falling forward as he steadily thrust into me. All I could do was moan and wail his name aloud.

“Yes, Emilio! Yes!” He understood as only he could.

His face trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking along. I reached for him, wanting more, but lost my balance and fell forward on my hands.

That didn’t stop Emilio. He merely leaned over me, his pelvis unyielding in its quest to pleasure me. Those magical hands reached around and underneath me, massaging my clit, sending me along a wave of ecstasy.

The sounds of his animalistic grunting and groaning only made me wilder and more uninhibited with my moaning.

“Right there!” I yelled, pushing back against him, trying to angle his shaft to hit the right spot. “Yes, I’m almost there!”

“Me too,” he said, panting.

It was so close that I could almost reach out and grab it.

And then, it happened, like electric shockwaves, sizzling up and down my limbs. My walls clenched tightly around him the moment he seemed to slow down. Behind me, Emilio’s fingers dug into my sides painfully as he slammed his hips into me. Inside, I felt as if he orgasmed, filling me to the brim.

Then, the moment passed, and we collapsed on the floor against one another, both breathing hard and unable to speak for a few minutes.

I turned to him first and traced a finger down his heaving chest with a wide grin.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”