Chapter 18
PRIEST
I wake up with my morning wood pressed into the cleft of Luna’s ass.
I could get used to this.
She’s warm, soft, and she smells like my shower gel and her crisp apple shampoo.
Last night after I returned from the meeting with Amedeo and the Revello capos, I came back to find her passed out under a blanket in the living room on one end of the couch and a snoring Saint passed out at the other end.
A crime documentary was still playing, so I turned it off, took her in my arms, and then turned into a fucking animal.
No doubt about it.
I’m obsessed with Luna Revello Andriani.
The more I get of her, the more I want. I’ve never felt anything like this before. My driving force has always been the family. Growing our power. Expanding our territory. Making us wealthier. Making us feared. My days have been steeped in duty, obligation, and blood.
I never expected to take over as the don in my early thirties.
I always worked hard as my father’s consigliere and heir apparent.
But when he died a year and a half ago, I worked even harder, because I knew I needed to prove myself.
There hasn’t been much time for women in my life, and anyone I slept with in the past was to blow off steam.
Luna’s different. And I don’t think it’s just because she’s mine, my wife.
It’s also because she’s Luna. She’s tough.
She’s resilient. She’s fucking smart and talented.
I’ve done some digging and read her work.
I’ve never been much for poetry, though I do like a good thriller.
But Luna’s poems? Reading them split me open.
They were personal and intimate, like looking inside her and finding all the pieces that made her whole.
I listen to her steady, even breathing and hold her like this, in the quiet space before she’s awake and spitting sparks at me again. I love her fire, but I also love her this way, vulnerable yet trusting in my arms.
I made good on my promise to her last night.
We fell asleep after the first round, and then I woke her up with kisses.
I made her come twice again before I finally sank my cock inside her sweet pussy and filled her with my come a second time.
Then I carried her to the bathroom and we showered together.
Getting off makes my angry tigress into a docile kitten.
She let me wash her with my shower gel, shampoo her, and then she hooked a leg over my shoulder while I sucked her clit and fucked her with my fingers until she came on my tongue.
After that, we crashed into bed and fell asleep.
I’ve never been a cuddler, but this, with Luna, is nice. I nuzzle her temple, my hand splayed over her belly. Better than nice.
The only thing that would make it better is if we were in my penthouse instead of the safe house. My lips curve into a smile. My secret gangster dungeon , as Luna called it when she was angry with me.
No doubt, she’ll be angry with me again when she wakes up. Furious, even.
But maybe I’ve discovered the key to softening her up, smoothing out her edges. All I have to do is make sure she’s too distracted by my tongue and my cock to think about anything else.
Not a bad plan. If I had my way, I’d keep her here like this, naked and in my bed. I’d fuck her every way I could. It still wouldn’t be enough, and I know it.
Unfortunately, I can’t spend the next few weeks naked with Luna, listening to her scream my name while I bury my tongue and my cock in her pussy. I’ve got turf wars to settle. And I’ve got to get to the bottom of who was behind clipping Tomasso and Antonio.
I stay here another minute, listening to her breathing and drinking in her scent, savoring this rare moment of the two of us being totally in tune.
Our marriage wasn’t what either of us bargained for.
Luna was trying to run from this life. I’m firmly planted in it.
Still, when Tomasso Revello came to me with the alliance proposal, I was hesitant to accept at first. I didn’t know if I’d be ready to be a husband.
My father was apparently a shit one. Either that, or having four sons and being a Mafia wife was enough to send my mother running. She left us. I’ve seen a lot of marriages in the families, but none of them has been a shining example. Most of them are forged in misery and duty.
I know it’s early. We’re only a little over a week into this, but I’m hoping things can be different for Luna and me. Last night proved we’re more than compatible. Together, we’re fucking combustible.
My dick hardens even more, but as much as I’d love to roll Luna over and wake her up slowly, I’ve got work to do.
I drop a kiss on her throat and then roll away, taking care not to wake her.
In the darkness, I gather up some clothes and hastily dress before slipping out the door.
I leave it unlocked. I’m not stupid enough to think that I’ve won Luna over with a few orgasms. But I trust her enough to allow her free rein in the safe house.
At least until she proves me wrong.
I hope she won’t.
I hope that we’re slowly reaching an understanding. Not just sexually, but emotionally. As partners.
Sweet Mother Mary, listen to me. Maybe I fucked the brains right out of my head last night, because none of the things I’m feeling right now make any kind of sense. They’re not me. I’m not me. I’m different with her.
I don’t know if I want to be different. If I can afford to be. As the don of the Andrianis and the new don of the combined families, I need to keep a sound head on my shoulders. To keep my eye on the fucking prize. To keep everyone safe. Including Luna.
And I sure as hell know I can’t allow my brothers or even Roc to see the slightest hint of what’s going on inside me right now. I school my features into an implacable mask and take a deep breath as I stalk down the hall toward the combined kitchen and dining area.
The potent scent of espresso lures me in, but there’s also more. Fuck, is that some of Zia Maria’s pastries I smell?
My brothers are gathered in the kitchen with Rocco, all of them seated around the oversized marble table. Their plates are in various states of emptiness, which tells me they’ve been hanging around for a while.
Fuck, what time is it? How long did I oversleep?
I didn’t even bother to check the time on my phone, for fear the glow would wake Luna.
Saint is first to greet me. He’s my consigliere, the oldest of my younger brothers, and the least likely to show me respect in private, even if he’s the most likely to kill a man for disrespecting me in public. And he has—three times over.
“Sleeping beauty awakes,” Saint says, grinning like the asshole that he is.
“Sleeping beauty is still asleep,” I say pointedly, going to the espresso machine.
“You do know it’s after eight, don’t you?” my brother persists. “You ordered us all to meet here at seven. We’ve been waiting, half starving. Thank God for Zia ’s pastries, or we’d have all perished from malnourishment by now.”
No one dares to speak this way to me except for Saint. He’s useful, fearless, and loyal. He’s the best damn right-hand man I could ask for. And he knows it.
“Maybe you misheard me,” I tell him, fixing myself a cup.
“Or maybe you slept through your alarm.”
I glare at him over my shoulder. “Nah. Don’t think so.”
“Pretty sure the text last night said seven,” Lucky ventures into the silence.
“It did,” Scorpion agrees.
Fucking traitors, all of them.
I look at Rocco, who shrugs, looking sheepish. “Mine said quarter after eight, boss.”
“Finally, a man who wants to keep his position in this family,” I say, gesturing toward Roc. “If only my brothers were so loyal. Apparently, a man can’t even spend time with his own wife without being taken to task.”
“Spending time? Is that what they call it these days?” Lucky laughs darkly.
“You should’ve seen Priest with Luna last night.” Saint chuckles. “It was some Neanderthal shit. Scooped her up and carried her off to his cave.”
“She’s my wife,” I bite out. “I took her to our bedroom and put her to bed.”
Saint isn’t appeased by my explanation.
He whistles. “Fuck, brother. I think you have a breeding kink.”
The urge to deck him is strong. So strong that my fingers are flexing at my side while I wait for the damn espresso, opening and closing into a fist that longs to find flesh.
“I don’t have a breeding kink, asshole,” I inform him.
Which is entirely correct. I don’t have a breeding kink.
Making Luna pregnant is last on my list right now.
We have way too much to figure out. We need to get to know each other.
To discover who’s behind the murders of her father and my cousin.
To win a fucking Mafia war. Filling her with my come, though? That’s another story.
Yeah, what I actually have is a fucking kink.
Specifically, I have a fucking Luna kink. But that’s none of my dickhead brother’s business. What I do with my wife and how often I slide deep inside that hot, wet pussy of hers is my concern.
All day long. I want to fuck her all day long. And all night long too.
Being inside her is like paradise. And the way we are together? It’s incendiary.
I push the thought from my mind and take my espresso to the table, picking up a plate and some of Zia ’s pastries along the way.
Saint grins. “Give her a brat or two. Maybe she’ll soften up, eh?”
He’s trying to piss me off. To get to me. Contrary to his name, my brother is no saint. Far from it. In fact, he might be the most fucked up of us all.
And that’s saying something.
I grab a napkin and fold myself into a chair next to Roc, keeping my expression carefully neutral. “We might have kids one day if the timing is right. But not yet.”
“You’ll need to have kids,” Lucky says.
Of the four of us, he’s the most traditional.
“You need an heir,” he adds, nodding. “Saint is just jealous.”
“Jealous?” Saint snorts. “Of what?”