Chapter 38
CHAPTER 38
I Want More
Michael
“Where to, Boss?”
“Home. I have had enough celebrating for one night,” I reply to my driver.
While I’m happy for Nico and his win and the fact that he’s going to be a papa, I need some time alone with my thoughts. I have a lot on my mind. A lot to figure out.
After I completed the hit Uri sent me on, I took his advice and went to Sicily to spend some time with Don Trovati. He’s been staying on a private, heavily guarded estate there.
I’ve been back from Italy for three and a half months. We spoke a lot about the time coming for me to lead things. I am soon to become Don Michael Donati of the Trovati family. An official fuck you to Leonardo Trovati.
However, there were things that happened in Sicily that were unexpected. Don Trovati made sure to make it known that I am the husband of Symphony, not my brother. I will never have to hide who I am or pretend to be my brother again.
It has been so freeing to know that not only am I free to use the name Donati, but I’m free of Roberto Zuko and the bullshit he forced us to believe. Leonardo Trovati has been more of a threat than the phantoms we thought we had to hide from ever were.
We have always been the real ones to fear. Now, we have the power to prove that and ensure we never have to answer to anyone ever again. Not only will I have my own empire to lead, but I met with Don Locatelli while in Sicily at the request of the don himself.
To my surprise, I was informed that although my rank won’t be as high as Uri’s, I have my own seat at the Alliance table if I choose.
I had no idea Don Trovati planned to initiate this. However, Don Locatelli didn’t seem surprised by any of it. It was as if he was waiting or something.
He knew I was the Donati married to Sim all along. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around all that’s happened while I was gone. Everything has changed.
Reese’s words during Nico’s game earlier today brought up the feelings I’ve been warring with. My wife should be with me. I want her to be, but our relationship is still so complicated.
While I care for Julissa, I’m not in love with her like I am with Symphony. Julissa kept telling me she wanted more. I can’t give her more.
My trip to Italy sort of proved to me that things could never work between us. She needs way more than I can give. What I need is to understand what went wrong with Symphony.
What am I doing that keeps triggering her and is it something I can fix? If I can answer that, I’ll be able to move on. I hated the way it felt to be questioned about my love life.
“You’re home, boss,” Massimo says, pulling me from my thoughts.
I look out the window at the house. It might be time for me to begin to look for my own home. Here at Uri’s, I have plenty of space to myself and I don’t have to see him and Valentina if I choose not to.
However, I’ve grown accustomed to being surrounded by family, I’m not sure if now is the time to part ways and be alone. I shake the thought off and get out of the car to head into the house. To my surprise, I find Uri and Val standing in my wing of the house, talking at the top of the stairs.
I pluck Vita from Uri’s arms and kiss her cheek, then toss her into the air. Her sweet baby giggles surround me, reminding me why I haven’t found a place of my own.
This house has been filled with baby Donati laughter now that my nephews have been born, and I wouldn’t want to miss any of it. I look at my brother and note the smile in his gaze. My heart swells for him.
After our childhood … after his childhood, it is good to see him happy like this, with a family of his own. I can only hope to have the same someday.
I turn for my room with a babbling Vita in my arms. I will have my evening snuggles with the little bella before I hand her off to her nanny. It has become our routine at least twice a week.
Vita loves Nico so much I have to build some type of bond to have a shot at being a favorite uncle. Although, I might have a better shot with Inzo and Nori. I chuckle tiredly at the thought.
“Hold on, where do you think you’re going?” Val calls after me as Uri blocks my retreat and takes Vita from my arms.
“Not tonight,” Uri croons with an amused look on his face.
I sigh and lean in to kiss Vita’s forehead. “Sorry, bella . Uncle Michael is too tired to fight them for you tonight. I will see you in the morning. We can have breakfast, and I will fill you up with sugar before I hand you back in the afternoon.”
I chuckle as Val glares at me and folds her arms over her chest. Uri shakes his head at me as Vita coos happily in his arms. We all know I would never do such a thing.
Not because I don’t want to torture her parents, but because I wouldn’t be able to stand my little bella with a tummy ache. I hate to see her in pain. God help her future boyfriends.
“Good night,” I call over my shoulder and throw my hand up in a wave as I walk away to my bedroom.
I begin to unbutton my shirt, eager to make it to my bed. It has been a long day. Between my thoughts and the excitement of Nico’s return to the soccer field and his win, I’m ready to fall on my face.
I enter my bedroom and note something is off. I pull my gun faster than I can think about the action. It’s almost second nature to me at this point.
“Don’t shoot. It is me, Symphony. Don’t shoot.”
I grunt tiredly and place the safety back on the weapon. Returning it to the holster, I then shrug the holster off to hang it. Slowly, my tired brain begins to catch up.
Just as slowly, I turn for the bed where Symphony is sitting in a white tank top and panties. At least, that’s what I can see in the dimly lit room. I shake my head as if she’s a dream.
“Sim?” I breathe.
“Yes?”
“You are here?” I say in Italian.
“Yes, but if you don’t want me here, I understand. I will leave and find one of the guest rooms to sleep in for the night. I can have my things sent back to Boston and I will return there.”
I make my way to the foot of the bed and stalk toward her until we are nose to nose. Not able to help myself, I peck her lips gently. Then I pull away and look into her eyes.
She tilts her head and studies me. I remain still as if not wanting to frighten a small bird. She gives me a small smile.
“I want you here. Don’t leave. If I do something to trigger you or if I hurt you in any way, I need you to tell me. Don’t run from me, tell me.”
She palms the side of my face. Confusion is painted all over her expression. I can’t breathe for fear this isn’t real, that she isn’t here.
“You have never hurt me. If anything, I feel safest when I’m with you.”
“Then why do you keep crying and running from me? What am I doing wrong?”
“Oh,” she says as if recognition hits. “The first time you had been drinking before … before our kiss. I didn’t want you to regret anything in the morning.
“In the days that followed, I wanted desperately to talk to you about it, but I couldn’t find my words. I was too anxious about what you would say. Then you were gone.”
“Okay, I can understand that.” I sigh. “But what happened in Italy? Why were you crying and why did you leave?”
“I … I met this woman at a charity event in a gallery. She told me some things. One of them being about someone with a ballerina dancing in music.
“When I saw the tattoo on your forearm, I wasn’t willing to take a chance. I couldn’t lose you. You couldn’t die trying to protect me. I love you. I wouldn’t allow you to die.”
I crush my lips to hers and kiss her passionately. I feel like a fool for all the time we’ve missed together. I’ve stayed away because I thought I had been doing something wrong and didn’t want to pressure her.
My tired mind is still processing all she has said, but the main thing screaming at me is that I never hurt her. She can handle our marriage and our relationship. She wants to be here.
“Say it again,” I breathe into her mouth.
“Say what?”
“That you love me.”
She cups my face in both hands and pointedly catches my eyes as she ducks her head to look up at me. “I love you, Michael. I always have. I don’t want to be away from you.
“But I will not share you. You are my husband. If you can’t love me back. I deserve better.
“I have thought long and hard about whether or not your friend Julissa fits into the guidelines for a kill. She doesn’t, but she will be my first exception—because I just want to—if you continue to see her and share what’s mine.”
I scoff loudly before I take her lips again. I have no idea how she knows about Julissa, but she never has to worry about her. I deepen the kiss to pour all my love into it.
“Michael, please don’t try to distract me or deter my thoughts. This is important to me. I am your wife. Ellen says it’s safe for me to be here now.
“I want you and I want your love, but I don’t want to share you with another woman. I would like for you to be tested before I allow you to enter my body again. I will not be given an STD because of your exploits.”
“Sim, baby. I have never touched a woman other than you since we’ve been married. Julissa and I took a break because I couldn’t give her my heart. It has always belonged to you.
“I have never even kissed another woman. I love you more than you could ever know. But, Symphony?”
“Yes, Michael?”
“Hearing you say you would kill for me has me so hard. I miss being inside you. Do you wa?—”
“Yes, I would like for you to fuck me. Please.”
She tears my shirt open, sending buttons flying. I don’t know whether to laugh or groan. This feels right.
I know I could never bring myself to be with another because my heart has always known that someday she would be right here—in my arms, where she belongs. We both work feverishly to get my clothes off. I move my lips to her neck and begin to suck on her skin.
The flavor of coconut bursts against my tongue and I realize that’s the scent I’ve been smelling since I climbed up the bed. I reach to palm one of her breasts and the fabric feels saturated with liquid.
I pull away with my brows knit and reach for the light switch. Light begins to illuminate the bed area, revealing my wife to me. I growl and quickly get my pants off.
I need to have her now. In the light, I can confirm she’s in a thin white tank top and white panties. Her nipples straining against the thin, moist-looking fabric. Her long legs look like silk as they glisten with oil.
Her little white panties seem to be saturated as well, as they cling to her pussy. She’s covered in oil, making her warm brown skin look like something I want to devour with my mouth.
“ Symphony ,” I groan as she reaches into her panties and begins to rub her pussy.
“I have waited a long time to have you inside of me again, Michael. I’m aching for you. Please, I need you so badly.”
I’m torn between answering her plea and watching her bring herself pleasure. When she reaches to squeeze her breast, I’m done for. I will blow my load all over my stomach if I don’t join in and take her soon.
“Michael, yes,” she cries out as I move the soaked fabric aside and begin to feast on her pussy.
Her flavor, mixed with the coconut oil, assaults my mouth, causing me to hum in satisfaction. I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding them open for me. The more she cries out, the more I dive in.
It’s so good that at some point, I find myself on my knees, trying to crawl into her to get deeper to have more of her in my mouth. Sim is on her fifth orgasm when I can’t wait any longer.
I move to hover over her as I peel her T-shirt over her head. Then I make quick work of peeling her panties down her long legs. For a moment, I can’t help staring down at her body.
It’s as perfect as I remember. Wanting to feel her around me, I align my length with her sex. I plan to go slowly, but Symphony has other ideas.
She locks her legs around my waist and pulls me into her. I bare my teeth as I slide into her hot, sucking, wet channel. As I’m sucked in, I can feel the veins in my neck pop as I try to hold on to my restraint.
She feels better than the first time. I palm her ass and thrust my hips. I would walk a million days in a dry desert if it meant I could quench my thirst in this pussy once it was over.
My sweat-slicked body moves with her oil-slicked one like we were designed for each other. We fit perfectly together. My body knows we belong to her.
“Michael, oh my … yes, just like that. I’ve missed you so much. I’m going to reach my summit.”
“You’re going to come. I am fucking you and you’re going to come,” I growl as I tighten my hold on her ass as I thrust deep into her.
“Yes, Michael. I’m going to come all over this fat fucking dick. I want you to fuck me all night. I don’t want you to stop.”
I kiss all over her face. Her dirty talk shoots through me as it becomes raunchy and crass. I take her lips in a searing kiss to show her how much she pleases me.
As I plunge my tongue into her mouth and my cock into her tight pussy, I know I’ll never want another. Give me my Symphony with all her quirks. I love them all as much as I love her.
“Fuck, I love you,” I roar while I throw my head back as I feel her explode around me.
“I love you too, Michael. Give me a moment. I will get us some water so we can continue. My legs feel a little shaky.”
I kiss her forehead. “I have not finished, love. Once I do, I will get us some water and fuel.”
“Oh, I thought I felt your semen.”
“You did,” I chuckle, thrusting my still-hard member into her.