Chapter 14
Sara curled up on the floor, pressing her back against the wall with her hands over her face, crying softly.
The tears wouldn’t stop. She didn’t really know if they came because he wasn’t the man she thought he was…
or if they came from the longing, from the good memories they had shared that now seemed impossible to relive.
Mafia.
War.
Arranged marriage.
Alliance between families.
Everything seemed absurd. It seemed like something out of a movie.
But at the same time, it explained so many things.
It explained the bodyguards.
The cars.
The money.
The disappearance.
The lies. And those tears she had seen in his eyes that last night.
Vincenzo approached slowly, lowering himself in front of her until he was on his knees. His face was marked by guilt, by the months of suffering he also carried.
“Ah, Sara… I’m so sorry, my love… I’m so sorry… For all this pain…”
For the first time since she had met him, he looked completely vulnerable. Tired. Broken. Without any mask.
“You were always good to me… But I’ll never be able to truly have you… I’ll always run the risk of not seeing you reach old age, or something worse…”
That hurt more than any torture he had ever suffered. He pulled her to him hard, hugging her as if he wanted to take all that pain from her body. His large, trembling hands held her head desperately. Tears streamed down his face without stopping.
“I thought… that what I felt for you was just a strong attraction, that it would soon pass… that I would have my time with you and then we wouldn’t talk anymore…
But time passed and my love kept growing more and more…
All these months away from you… only made me see… That you are the love of my life.”
Vincenzo spoke, pulling back a little, and wiped a tear from her face with his thumb. He had never wanted to be the reason she cried like that.
“And now… you’ve given me a family, haven’t you? Even though I don’t deserve it… Tell me she’s mine, my love… I left you two here alone, didn’t I?”
When Sara looked at him, she saw that Vincenzo was watching her as if he were about to lose everything again. She took a breath, still sobbing, because he deserved to know.
“I found out a few weeks after you left.”
His face changed immediately. First came the shock of confirmation. Then a painful mixture of joy and deep sadness.
“I was getting sick after your abandonment… I had very strong pains, my blood pressure was going up and down too often, I couldn’t eat and I had no appetite…
I even thought I had some disease. That’s when I called the ambulance and they took me to the hospital.
That’s when I found out I was pregnant.”
Vincenzo stood up slowly and had to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands over his face in a sign of frustration and guilt.
Sara felt a tightness in her chest, thinking he was regretting it.
“I’m sorry, Vincenzo, I thought you’d be happy… to know about her. I still…”
Vincenzo interrupted her, his voice failing:
“You’re wrong… I… am a piece of shit. I left the woman I love behind, she was carrying my baby, got sick, ended up in a hospital, had to call emergency because there was no one here for her… How do you think I should be feeling, Sara??”
The silence that followed seemed to last an eternity.
Vincenzo then stood up, went to her still curled against the wall, and picked her up as if she weighed nothing.
He carried her to the bed and stayed wrapped around her, his large, warm body enveloping hers completely.
For the first time in many months, he didn’t look like a powerful man.
He didn’t look like a mafia heir. He looked like just a man in love, broken and desperate for her.
The guilt still tried to corrode his chest, but he tried to focus on what she had said.
“I used to fantasize about you like this sometimes… I started wanting to see you pregnant, carrying my heir, being my wife, the great love of my life… and now you’re here… taking care of what I gave you, with so much affection… My dream coming true, but completely different from what I imagined.”
His voice came out broken, almost a whisper.
Sara hid her face in his chest, trying to hold back the sobs. She just wanted to feel his scent and forget everything she had gone through alone. It still felt like a dream; maybe she would wake up soon, just hugging the pillow.
“By the way, what’s her name? Have you already chosen one?”
Sara lifted her face, looking at the man she loved. His voice overflowed with tenderness and curiosity.
“Her name is Catarina… Catarina Romani.”
Vincenzo smiled, a small, emotional smile.
“Excellent choice, dear. It’s an incredible name for someone who will carry her mother’s beauty.”
The mafioso’s gaze dropped to her round belly and then returned to Sara’s face, a little anxious.
“Sara… Would you do me the honor of being little Catarina’s father?”
“If you promise to protect her…”
“I’ll protect both of you with my life… You’re my family now…”
Sara smiled. Vincenzo took off his shoes and jacket and nestled with her on the bed, his large, warm body pressed against hers. His gaze returned once more to her belly.
He swallowed hard, desire and love mixed with an old guilt.
“May I touch?”
Sara smiled affectionately, her eyes still shining with tears.
“Yes…”
Slowly, Vincenzo extended his hand. His huge, warm palm covered almost her entire belly over the thin nightgown.
He touched as if he were touching something sacred.
His fingers slid slowly, almost reverently, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric.
As if he were afraid it would disappear.
As if he still couldn’t believe it was real.
Suddenly, he felt a small movement under his hand — a light little push, then another.
“My God…” His voice came out almost inaudible, rough. “Is that her? Is that our daughter?”
Sara sighed, her entire body reacting to his touch, a pleasant shiver running up her spine.
“Yes… She wakes up easily at this time. Especially after you scared us… she’s going to take a while to fall asleep now.”
Vincenzo smiled sheepishly, but his eyes were dark with emotion.
He didn’t remove his hand. On the contrary — he slid his fingers more calmly, exploring the curve of her belly, feeling every light movement of the baby as if it were the most intimate thing in the world.
His thumb stroked slowly, almost possessively.
The atmosphere began to change.
His touch, which before had been only affectionate, became slower…
more intentional. His fingers rose a little along her belly, then descended, as if he wanted to feel every centimeter of her.
He moved closer, pressing his chest against Sara’s back, his nose brushing her neck. His breathing grew heavier.
“I’m sorry, love…” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and rough. “My fascination with you turned into an obsession and I just wanted… I have no excuses. I’m selfish and apparently I only think about myself.”
“Yes… But you’re still important to me,” Sara answered softly, turning her face toward him. “But breaking into people’s houses is scary… don’t do that again.”
“I’m sorry, dear…” He smiled against her neck, his lips lightly brushing the sensitive skin. “But you’re the woman and mother of the child of a future mafia boss… you’ll never be alone again.”
Sara gave only a gentle smile and curled more against him.
Vincenzo kept his hand on her belly, but now his fingers traced slower paths, rising to the side of her breast under the nightgown, feeling the warmth of her skin.
He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, slowly, as if he were savoring every second after so many months apart.
Sara’s breathing grew faster. Her body reacted immediately to his touch — to the heat, the scent, the way he held her as if he never wanted to let go again.
Vincenzo turned her face gently and kissed her.
It was a slow kiss at first, but soon it became deeper, more desperate.
His tongue met hers as if he wanted to recover all the lost time.
His hands slid down her waist, over her belly, and toward her thighs.
She could already feel his large cock hard against her back.
“I missed you so much…” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick. “Every day. Every night. I was dying of longing to touch you… to feel you.”
Sara moaned softly against his mouth, her hands rising to his broad chest, feeling the tense muscles under the shirt. She pulled him closer, her entire body trembling with desire and relief.
Without words, they moved on the bed. Vincenzo got up and took off the rest of his clothes, returned and lay on his side with all the care in the world, fitting himself behind her, his large, warm body protecting hers.
He slowly pulled her nightgown up, exposing her belly and thighs.
His hand returned to her belly, caressing with reverence, while the other rose to her breast, squeezing gently.
“You’re so beautiful…” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Pregnant with my baby… carrying a part of me inside you. I don’t deserve this, but I want it so much…”
Sara arched her back against him when she felt his fingers between her legs, touching her with a torturous slowness. She was wet, ready, after months without him. Vincenzo let out a low moan against her neck, feeling how much she desired him too.
He freed himself of the last piece of clothing with one hand, releasing his hard, throbbing cock. Carefully, he lifted her leg a little and positioned himself behind her, rubbing the thick head against her wet entrance.
“Ah, Sara… How I’ve missed you, dear…” he sighed softly, moaning, his voice full of desire and affection.
“Vincenzo…” Sara moaned. “Please, my love… I need you.”
He entered her slowly, centimeter by centimeter, moaning low against her shoulder as he felt the tight heat around him. Sara let out a long sigh, mixing a moan and a sob of relief. After so many months, having him inside her again was almost too much.
Vincenzo began to move with slow, deep thrusts, one hand firm on her belly. Each thrust was full of longing, of love, of the guilt he was trying to erase with his body. He kissed her neck, nipped lightly, murmured against her skin:
“You’re more delicious than before… I’m already going crazy again… Ah, Sara…”
Sara moaned softly with each thrust, and his moans in her ear were the best part, her entire body trembling with pleasure.
Her hands gripped his arm tightly, her fingers digging into his skin as she felt his cock sliding in and out slowly, filling her completely.
The baby moved lightly between them, as if approving the moment, and Vincenzo smiled against her shoulder without stopping his movements.
“I think she approves of her daddy being nearby…” he murmured roughly. “Our family…”
Sara responded with a caress in his hair, still with her eyes closed.
The rhythm became a little faster, but still gentle. Vincenzo brought one hand down to touch her clit, rubbing slowly in the same rhythm as the thrusts. Sara began to tremble, the orgasm approaching quickly after so long without him.
“Vincenzo… I’m going to…” she moaned, her voice failing.
“Come for me, my love…” he asked against her ear, his voice rough and desperate. “Let me feel you…”
Sara came with a muffled moan, her entire body contracting around him, squeezing him tightly.
Vincenzo groaned loudly, following her seconds later, burying his face in her neck and coming deep inside her with a guttural moan, pulsing hot while holding her belly as if he wanted to protect both of them at the same time.
They stayed like that for a while, panting, bodies sweaty and pressed together. Vincenzo didn’t pull out of her immediately. He remained wrapped around her from behind, one hand on her belly, the other holding one of her hands, their fingers intertwined.
“I love you, Sara…” he repeated softly, still inside her, his voice thick. “You’re mine, my love. And I swear I’ll protect my family with my blood.”
Sara turned her face to kiss him slowly, still trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm.
“I love feeling you…” she whispered. “Don’t leave me… I need to sleep, don’t go away now…”
“I’m not going anywhere, Sara… Your man is right here.”
Vincenzo smiled against her lips, still holding her, his soft cock inside her, their bodies completely intertwined. For the first time in months, he seemed at peace.
And for the first time, Sara felt that, even in the middle of his dangerous world, she was no longer alone.