Chapter 50
ISLA
Six weeks ago, my life changed and for the better. Not that being attacked and Pippa getting taken by the Zotov Bratva had been good. Not at all. Those two events were the worst things I could go through.
The only good part was Ciro had gone to San Francisco set on trying to repair our broken relationship before he knew about his daughter. His decision wasn’t based on her or feeling obligated to do the right thing.
Ciro genuinely wanted me because he loved me.
And I loved him more than ever before.
Each week we were together was better than the previous. Ciro had been the happiest and most free that I’d ever seen him. He behaved like a doting protective father.
I melted every time I saw him with Pippa and at night in bed when he cuddled with me and spoke to me in Italian. I’d fall right to sleep.
But today I felt really good. No aches or pains. My face was healed and the needy woman in me wanted her man to ravage her.
We’d arrived in Barbados two days ago. It had taken longer for me to be ready to leave the mansion.
Ciro’s family absolutely adored getting to know Pippa and I didn’t want to interfere with that.
It was safe to say she ruled the house. Er, a, mansion.
Ciro’s family, especially Nonno, and the staff were at Pippa’s beck and call.
But eventually I couldn’t wait any longer to be alone with Ciro and our daughter. Once I gave the word that I was ready, Ciro made the arrangements and we were on his private jet the next day.
Alba took Pippa out and Luca tagged along with them.
Those two were becoming thick as thieves.
I was glad Luca came with us. Without Paolo, Ciro wasn’t ready to hire a new personal bodyguard.
Yes, there were guards like any powerful billionaire had.
But I suspected Ciro wouldn’t let another get so close to him and the next wouldn’t be family like Paolo.
I adjusted myself on the bed in our suite, readying myself to receive Ciro’s sublime affections. He exited the bathroom with the look of a starved man. If my heart could do flips it would be right this second.
“I won’t be able to hold on long, My-la. I’ll get you off first.” He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip as he quickly shed his body of clothes.
My body trembled as I admired his muscular physique. “I could come just by looking at you.” I’d only been with a couple of guys before Ciro. Neither of them had such an impressive cock. Ciro’s was long, thick, and beautiful.
“Well, it’s rather embarrassing we’re both ready to orgasm by sight alone. Your tits are making my mouth water.” He leaned over me and swirled his tongue around my taut nipple.
I fought arching my back to force my nipple farther into his mouth. Straining my barely healed ribs would kill the moment. They didn’t hurt much anymore, and I was just overly cautious.
Ciro went to my feet and admired my pussy like a discerning buyer in an art museum.
“Like what you see, sir?”
His gaze flashed up to mine. “Fuck, Isla. Why’d you go there?”
I smiled coyly. “Because I know how it turns you on when I call you sir.”
He didn’t reply, diving in face first. I fisted the comforter as he ate me out for all he was worth.
As I predicted, my orgasm took form within seconds of his tongue reacquainting itself. He flattened it, swiping across my opening. Dipped into my folds and paid special attention to my clit.
I reached for his head to hold him in place as I bucked against his face. It should be a crime for a man to be so damn good with his tongue.
Suddenly, I shot off into the clouds.
“Oh my God, Ciro!” I screamed his name like a prayer and tried not to tense up my body. I panted and held the top of my head. My lips tingled, both pairs. “That. That was… It was spectacular.”
“You taste as sweet as ever, My-la. I missed you so much, baby.”
“I missed you too.” I smiled at him as I tried to regain control of my breathing. Phew, that had been an explosive orgasm. It was so good, I wanted another one.
As I came down from my euphoric trip, Ciro settled between my legs and smothered my mouth. He kissed me hungrily, mixing my saliva with his. Tasting myself on his tongue aroused me even more.
“You’re everything to me,” he said as he eased inside me with his arms bent on the mattress to hold his body up.
He didn’t move once all the way in. Ciro stared into my eyes, his own full of emotion.
“I’m sorry for being a fool. I let my fear of losing you get the better of me.
And I’m so sorry I wasn’t with you when you were pregnant and for Pippa’s birth. Fuck, I’m sorry for everything.”
“Amore mio.” I cradled his face in my hands, calling him my love in Italian. Tears streaked down my temples and into my hair. “I accept your apology like you accepted mine. I want us to do better this second time around.”
“Me too, baby.” He slowly pulled out and thrust back in.
“Wait.”
He stilled. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. It’s just, I’m not on birth control. You need to put on a condom.” This was our first time having sex after my injuries.
“I don’t want to.” He smiled and kissed my nose.
“What?”
“Pippa needs a sibling.”
“So soon? She’s barely going to be nine months. We just got back together.” Whoa, this was a complete one-eighty from the man who never wanted kids. I had no objection to giving Pippa a sibling. I’d been so sad during my pregnancy with her, it would be nice to be happy with the next one.
“Yeah, I know. I just missed everything with Pippa and want a do-over. But if you don’t want to risk getting pregnant, I’ll go suit up. I can wait a little longer.” He gave me a heart-stopping slow wink.
“I’m not sure what to say.” Like we were a couple, but it surprised me that he hadn’t mentioned making our relationship permanent.
His family were traditional Italians and believed in marriage.
“I didn’t take very good care of myself with Pippa and she was born early. We really haven’t talked about that.”
“I know some about it and would like to move past it.”
“Okay.” I wanted to move past it too.
He slowly pulled out of me. “I’ll be right back.” Before I could stop him, he was gone.
I didn’t want him to wear a condom. I hated feeling the barrier between us during sex, so I’d been on the pill, which hadn’t worked like it was supposed to. But I was glad. Pippa meant everything to me. After she was born, I didn’t have a reason to get back on the pill.
Ciro stalked toward me, his rich-brown eyes locked on mine. He wasn’t wearing a condom.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
He dropped to his knees, took my right hand, and placed the square packet in it. “If you want me to put it on, I will. You said you didn’t know what to say. I think that’s because you don’t know if you can trust me.”
I shook my head and opened my mouth.
Ciro fingers went on my lips to stop me. “Hear me out. You have every reason to be guarded, but I want to assure you that I’m all in, My-la. I love you with my entire being. I’ve loved you since our first date. I will love you until I take my last breath.”
Happy tears flooded my eyes. I’d waited so long to hear those words from him. Even though he’d told them to me weeks ago and randomly here and there, they sounded more precious right now while we were both naked and vulnerable.
“I love you too, Ciro. I’ll never stop loving you.”
“I’m sorry it took me years to give you the words you needed to hear.
I promise to tell you I love you every day for the rest of our lives.
” He took my left hand and kissed my ring finger.
“Marry me, My-la. Make me the happiest man in the universe and become Mrs. Ciro Remotti.” He presented the most stunning oval diamond ring.
Small chocolate diamonds surrounded it. It was gorgeous and large, but it didn’t hold a candle to his glittering brown depths watching me.
“Really? You’re sure about this?” I was completely overwhelmed by this man, but in a good way.
“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life. I love you.”
“Marrying you is all I ever wanted. You were so against it before. I’m afraid my mind is playing tricks on me.”
“This is real, baby.” He slid the ring on my finger. “Isla Martin, you’re already the mother of my child. I want you to be my wife too. Will you marry me?” He swallowed thickly, appearing nervous as he waited for my answer.
“Yes, I’ll marry you!”
“I promise to make you the happiest woman alive.”
“You can start with making love to me. No condom.”