Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Romeo – Ten Weeks Later
I growl, my chest rumbling as El swallows my cock, her hand squeezing the base….
I grip her loose hair tight in my hand, helping to guide her up and down my cock, causing her to moan loudly, the vibrations rushing through me.
"Fuck, farfalla, that's it…" I groan as she sucks the tip, her tongue running over the piercing, playing with it.
I feel my balls start to tighten, and my body locks up as I roar, throwing my head back on the pillows at the pleasure she's giving me, the need to come raging through me. Breathing hard, I grab hold of my wife, and lift her mouth off my cock.
"Hey," she whines but moans when I enter her in one thrust. I sit up, leaning forward to take her lips with mine.
Thirty-two weeks pregnant, her belly is swollen and beautiful, and our child is growing well.
The past ten weeks haven't been easy with her learning to trust me again; her mood swings come and go, making things difficult. Fuck, even the staff run when they see El coming.
She gasps into my mouth as I thrust up hard, gripping her hip and neck, keeping her still as I hit her G-spot.
This is one of the mood swings I fucking love.
She's horny all the fucking time. She can't go more than six hours without my dick, fingers, or tongue inside her, but to be fair, neither can I.
This woman fucking consumes me….
"Rome, please," she gasps, breaking the kiss as she throws her head back, and I lean forward, biting into her neck, latching on as I thrust up harder, quicker.
She screams my name as her release gushes between us, and I follow suit not even two thrusts later, my balls happy to be emptied.
I groan and suck hard, marking her as I taste some blood, making me moan, before gently licking over the raised red mark.
"Okay," she breathes, "so worth needing another shower…."
I chuckle, moving my lips to her very large tits, taking a nipple into my mouth, gently sucking it.
It's how this started. We'd gotten into an argument, and when I say we , I mean she started shouting at me.
I got home late last night and didn't wake her, knowing she needed her rest, only to be woken this morning to a pillow in my face, and her accusing me of meeting up with Liliya, who I haven't seen since that dinner, where I forced her to drink the poison she tried giving my wife.
When El realized what she had accused me of, she burst into tears, ran to the bathroom, and locked the door while I sat in bed in shock.
It's the first time she's accused me of it since we opened up to each other.
Don't get me wrong, over the last ten weeks, she's cried over the littlest of things. When I make a joke, she finds it offensive. When I compliment her, she accuses me of not finding her attractive.
Like I said, her wanting sex all the time is the only good thing about her moods.
Anyway, this morning, when I heard the shower turn on, I waited ten minutes before unlocking the door with the spare key, and as soon as I heard her sobbing, I joined her, taking her against the shower wall before going down on her.
Then I brought her back to bed and fucked her into submission before she took my cock in her mouth, getting me hard again.
Honestly, despite all the hormones and mood swings, I wouldn't have her any other way, and I'll definitely be getting her pregnant almost immediately after this baby is born.
In my book, a woman who go from being as happy as anything to sobbing over a dropped pickle is perfect.
"I'm sorry,” she whispers as I dote on her nipples with my lips.
"Don't be, farfalla ," I rasp, gently nipping the peak.
She gasps, gripping my hair but not pulling me away, instead keeping me in place, her cunt pulsing against my soft cock, making it twitch.
I lean back and cup her cheek, gently rubbing my thumb along her jaw as my right arm keeps her tight to me, or as tight as her bump will allow.
"Your hormones are all over the place, baby, I understand," I rasp when I see the sadness in her eyes.
She shakes her head. "It's not okay, Rome. We've been doing so well lately, minus my mood swings. You don't deserve this treatment from me when you've shown nothing but love for months."
I smile gently, pressing my lips against hers, and whisper, "If it means I get this kind of treatment afterward, then you can accuse me of murder for all I care."
She snorts. "But you are a murderer, Rome."
I grin wide. "That I am, but you love me anyway…."
Her eyes soften, and she admits, "With everything that I am, even if it does make me stupid."
I laugh and press my lips against hers, gently maneuvering us so she's on her back. I break the kiss and place my head between her legs.
"Oh my God, Rome," she gasps as I gently suck her clit into my mouth.
I moan. "Just lay back and relax, farfalla , I'm hungry…."
She moans loudly, her legs trying to squeeze my head as I suck her clit hard. I hold her thighs open, and I eat her like a man starved.
Hours later, I grin as Leonardo walks in, his gray suit sparkling with glitter.
He narrows his eyes at me. "Stop being cocky just because you spent yesterday in bed with your wife while mine was busy ruining all my fucking expensive suits."
I chuckle. "At least she agreed to marry you, fratello ," I state.
Holly actually fell for the fucker when he locked her up or, well, her feelings finally came out. The wedding was small, but Mamma was happy.
All her sons are married off, and more grandbabies to celebrate—her words, not mine. Leonardo has already told her that he will make no grandbabies just yet; just wanting to enjoy being married, the same as Antonio.
Mine and El's son or daughter will be her first grandbaby.
I lean back in my chair and admit, "To be fair, fratello , yesterday only happened because she accused me of cheating with Liliya."
His eyes widen as my father curses. "What the fuck?"
I look between my father and brother and shrug. "I didn't come home until late, dealing with the contracts for Miguel and the new casino he wants to co-own with us, and I didn't wake her up, thinking she needed rest."
Antonio, who's sitting at the back of my office, chuckles while Papa winces. "Yeah, but that doesn't give her the right to accuse you of cheating when you've devoted your life to her; you've proved you never wanted Liliya months ago."
Both my brothers tense as I glare at my father and remind him, "She's thirty-two weeks pregnant, hormonal, and still trying to get over the whole contract and Liliya situation. It cannot be fixed in a few months, Papa, and you know this. She said it out of anger, which means it's still in her head; she's still worried I don't want her." Papa winces again, sorrow shining in his eyes.
Leonardo sighs, and we look his way, where he's leaning against the wall.
He states, "She has times where she'll look at Romeo with worry and confusion, then times where she looks like she's going to cry. Papa, he hurt her because he had to keep her in the dark about everything, and then ensured she got pregnant, which I know I was a part of. Not that I'm sorry, because I get a niece or nephew, but you need to remember, he broke her trust, and now he's trying to earn it back." Leonardo tilts his head. "And honestly, Papa, Mamma had three kids, can you honestly sit there and say she didn't accuse you of stupid things?"
Antonio snorts. "And all this is coming from a glitter ball." Papa and I laugh. Leonardo growls at us as Mikhail walks into my office with Maxim.
"What did we miss?" he asks as he looks around the room. He does a double take at my brother and starts laughing, causing Leonardo to flip him the bird while Maxim looks away, biting his hand.
"What, uh, what did you do this time, Leo?" Mikhail asks, and I snort.
Leonardo glares at me when I admit, "He refused her orgasm two nights ago, ensuring he got his after some guy gave her his number at school, and she forgot to tell him about it."
Both men laugh loudly, and I grin. Leonardo wanted Holly even knowing she had a mean streak, so it's his own fault.
Leonardo flips us all the bird and sits down, and I chuckle. "Alright, I've gone over the financial part, and if we all put up the same amount, the new casino could be open within two months."
Mikhail grins. "And the profits?"
I grin back. "Well, the Russo casino profits increase daily, and it's been open for nearly ten years. That's why Miguel wanted to open one while not treading on anyone's toes."
Mikhail rubs his hands together. "And the basement?"
I turn on my laptop and show the men the design the interior designer chose. Different shades of black cover the place, from the floor to walls to the décor.
"Karma's Kink will be up and running the same day. I've already received over six hundred payments for the BDSM club, split between each account and the business one. NDAs have been signed; background checks already completed."
All men grin.
When Miguel brought this to me, I was skeptical, but after speaking to my wife about it, I decided to give it a go. The Russo family gets one percent more than the Russian Bratva and Mexican Cartel.
"What made you agree to it in the end?" Mikhail asks with curiosity, and I grin, all too happy to explain.
"Your daughter said it would be good to try out a private room. Something about me tying her up, making her wet…."
Mikhail flinches as Maxim gags, and we all laugh again until an alarm sets off on my phone.
Antonio, Leonardo, and my father stand in panic, recognizing the sound, while the other two men look at us in confusion until I mutter, "It's El's panic alarm," and we all jump up and run out of my office, knowing she’s still at the school.
"Marco is out front!" Leonardo shouts as we bang into door for the emergency stairs.
It'll take ages to get from here to the school by car.
My heart pounds, and I go up to the rooftop instead of going down.
"Romeo?" my father shouts, taking three steps at a time, footsteps following me, before I shove the door open, running to the helipad.
"Fuck, I forgot about that," Antonio states as we all run toward it and climb in. I start her up, suddenly grateful for the flight lessons my wife bought me with her paycheck two years ago, even though I chewed her out for it.
"Just concentrate on flying, Rome; I'll check the feed," Leonardo says in his mic, but I don't reply. My eyes are on the controls as I lift the helicopter, and my thoughts are only on my wife.
"Aldo is there, son, he would have gotten the alarm, she'll be okay," my father says from behind me.
Famous last words, Papa….