Chapter 25 – Luigi
Chapter Twenty-Five
Luigi
M y blood boils after dinner for more reasons than I can keep track of.
Mikey is the only person at that fucking table keeping me sane and only because his father just assigned him the task of providing a home for his sister Cosima.
We’re in roughly the same predicament now with our fathers, except Pino exacts much stricter control over his family than my father.
Dad thinks it looks more powerful if his biological sons remain unbound by the laws that govern the rest of the mob.
We’re loyal, we work hard, but he allows us far greater discretions with our personal life.
I’m certain he would have forbidden a surrogate like Delphine but…
he understands that men are men, ultimately ruled by their desires and whatever satisfies those desires at any particular moment.
Then, there was the incident with Delphine’s ex-boyfriend.
The second he looked at her, I knew. They had history.
My emotions descend into nothing but pure jealous anger when I offer to kill him for Delphine and she refuses, giving me some excuse about not wanting the father of her child to end up in prison.
Ridiculous.
She’s up to something far more sinister.
I can sense it. The increasing closeness between us has obviously been getting under her skin and she has this persistent reluctance to open up to me and admit it.
Clearly, she wants to make me jealous to force the emotions out of me so she can feel safe enough to express what she only seems capable of unleashing in the bedroom.
But Delphine’s sinister plot to trick me into sharing my feelings with her troubles me deeply.
Haven’t I been obvious? Why sink to provoking my jealousy?
It’s a low emotional state and I could make it much easier if I were to simply kill her ex-boyfriend.
I spend most of the night musing over ways I could kill him and that funny looking woman he was with who seemed to upset Delphine with her irritating squeals. I can relate to that.
Why wouldn’t she be grateful?
By the end of dinner, Delphine doesn’t look pleased at all as we walk to the car. Peter agreed to drive Angela to the penthouse so I could have some alone time with Delphine at the lake.
I open the door for her and gently tuck her into the passenger’s side of the car, realizing that the only way out of Delphine’s quiet seething might be an open conversation.
In most Italian families, open conversations quickly descend into yelling and most men get tired of hearing women yell at them quickly.
But I want her to let me in, so I have to force myself to be a better man than I want to be. Even if it scares the hell out of me that this woman is the one drawing the vulnerable human out of me.
“Have I done something wrong?” I finally ask once we’re a few minutes into the drive.
“Why did you say we were engaged? It’s a blatant lie.”
That’s her problem? Thank goodness it’s too dark for her to see how red that makes my cheeks. I don’t want to believe that this is the line she draws, but Delphine doesn’t seem at all like she’s joking.
“I lied to protect your honor. That’s all.”
“Okay.”
One word, filled with tension. Fuck.
“Are you angry that I offered to kill your ex-boyfriend?”
“Why would that make me angry?”
“Because you still have feelings for him.”
Wrong answer. Delphine drops any pretense that she fears or possibly even respects me.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Luigi.”
She doesn’t say another word for the rest of the drive and neither do I, because I’m thoroughly embarrassed, confused, and there’s only one thing I can think of to sort out the differences between us.
My way doesn’t involve talking. Delphine casts a disapproving sidelong glance my way before stepping out of the car.
Her graceful swaying with those full, sexy hips puts me completely under Delphine’s control, a situation which she seems to have no empathy for whatsoever.
My dick jerks against my wool pants as she walks towards the door without me, visibly pissed off.
It doesn’t matter how angry she is with me…
I’m putting my dick inside my surrogate tonight.
Why should my desire for her offend her so much?
Delphine allows her hatred for certain details about our arrangement to cloud her judgment.
I’m the one thinking straight between us.
About us. She’s pregnant. Maybe when this started neither of us realized what that meant, but it’s clearly shifted the air around us.
She strips her shoes and I take her coat when we walk into the door.
“Don’t give me that fake gentleman act,” Delphine says before gracefully exiting her heels and walking away from me as fast as her curvy legs can carry her pregnant form.
If she wants to escape me tonight, the bedroom is the wrong place for her to end up, but I’m certain this woman thinks she can control my desires for her and push me away simply because she sees fit to run away from the obvious build-up of affection between the two of us.
Why can’t she just let go and allow this to happen?
Why does she fight for control between us when I’m willing to give up so much to be with her… She frustrates me.
“You’d better take that dress off before getting into bed,” I command Delphine as she peels back the comforter on the bed. She looks over her shoulder to make sure I can get a full view of her disapproving expression.
“I don’t have to listen to every word out of your mouth. I’m exhausted.”
“Fine. Leave the dress on. Do whatever you want.”
Delphine tries to suppress her smug smirk, but I catch it and have to force myself to stuff my frustration until I climb into bed next to her. She’ll regret fighting me soon and I have plenty of patience for what I want.
She climbs into bed as I walk to the private bathroom and slowly complete my entire night time routine including face wash and a gentle cream to maintain my smooth, olive skin. Delphine seems like she’s pretending to fall asleep when I climb into bed next to her.
“Good night, Delphine.”
She sighs and rolls onto her back. My cock twitches.
My hand reaches across the bed as I slowly stroke Delphine’s body beneath the sheets. Slowly, my hands wander over her chest as I tease her breasts through her dress and then slide my hand under her dress.
“You should have undressed,” I murmur.
Delphine sighs as I reach over the tops of her thighs and tease her skin until I get to her underwear. Touching her body escalates to my body on top of hers while Delphine pushes against my chest with one hand as I begin to kiss her. I understand her initial reluctance, but I won’t allow it.
“I want you,” I whisper, taking her lower lip between my teeth and biting down possessively until Delphine squirms and makes a soft, low moan that I can tell she didn’t mean to leak out.
“See?” I whisper after her sexy little moan escapes. “You want me too. I won’t let you deny it tonight.”
“Even if I want to go to bed?” Delphine whispers back, pushing against me one last time. I take those hands she has fixed against my chest and pin them over her head.
“You don’t get to sleep until I fuck your pregnant pussy and fill you with my seed again.”
“You are seriously disturbed.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m disturbed by your attempts to put distance between us. You’re mine , Delphine. I want you to understand this. If I want to set our contract on fire and keep you in my bed… I’ll do it.”
She squirms against my grasp again, pissing me off more than before.
My hips pin her to the bed again and she keeps trying to fight my kisses, only allowing me access to her neck.
The skin on her neck begs for my kisses and it’s easy for me to use one hand to pin Delphine to the bed while I kiss her and slide the other hand up underneath her dress.
“I asked you to remove your dress and since you’ve chosen disobedience, I’ll have to punish you.”
Her efforts to fight me off grow more intense, most likely because she feels my cock getting stiff along her thigh. I undressed to my fitted short boxer briefs before bed to make it easier for me to get naked, especially since I anticipated this resistance from Delphine.
“Stop fighting me,” I instruct her as my fingers slip past the tight elastic pulling the fabric of her underwear against her body.
“Never,” Delphine taunts me until I give in to my disturbed lust and push my finger between her lower lips.
This woman is soaking wet – even wetter than I expected considering how much she protested my affections tonight. My cock jerks powerfully against her thigh in anticipation of the wetness my fingers just touched.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers… then my tongue… and finally when you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to sit your pregnant pussy on my cock and make you ride me until I spill my seed inside you.”
Delphine mistakenly pushes her hips up against me in an effort to shove me off, but she only ends up taking two of my fingers inside her tight pussy. Fuck. Her pussy feels incredible around my fingers and I can’t imagine how fucking good her tight ass pussy will feel while gripping my cock.
I saw my two fingers back and forth until Delphine’s pussy juices with lubrication and her hips move upwards to meet my movements.