Chapter 26
Gina
The next morning, I wake to Tommaso carrying a tray into our room, loaded with breakfast, wearing only a T-shirt and sweatpants. He insists I have breakfast in bed. I only cave because he insists on feeding me himself while I wear one of his shirts.
I’m a full-fledged sucker for this man.
But he can’t think our conversation from last night is over. I may have gotten sidetracked with my memory flashes and emotional breakdown, but I haven’t forgotten.
“What do you do in the mafia-related part of your business?”
The fork he’s lifting to my mouth, loaded with the last piece of French toast and a plump raspberry, pauses mid-air. Then he slips the food into my mouth, watching my lips close over it.
He sets the plate aside while I chew. I’m straddling his thighs, and he sits propped up against the headboard.
He brushes my hair back and thumbs my jaw. “The ports we control bring in legal and non-legal products.”
“Drugs?” I ask, and he nods. “Do you push drugs?”
“No, we just enable the distribution process; we’re not directly involved in the selling or distribution.”
Not innocent, though. I swallow and ask my next question, “People? Sex?”
“We have no role in prostitution or human trafficking.” He runs his thumb over my lip, then settles his hands on my waist. “Our family abolished that arm of income several generations ago. Our main criminal activities involve arms dealing, money laundering, and some fraud.”
He’s being so frank and honest that it should freak me out, but oddly, it doesn’t. Which is a sign that I grew up in this world and likely am desensitized to the thought of criminal operations.
“I’m increasing my civilian enterprises,” he adds.
“Your legal ones, you mean?”
His mouth curls into a small smile. “Yes.”
“So, your family doesn’t have a role in that?”
“Back in Italy, we’ve diversified and have both legal and non-legal types of businesses. Here in the States, though, is all me.”
“Does your family know we’re married?”
His open look falters, just for a millisecond, and it happens so fast, I’m not sure if I imagined it. “No, they’re not aware. Except for my brother, Marco, of course.”
I worry my bottom lip. “Because they wouldn’t approve of me?”
“My family will love you,” he promises and presses his forehead against mine. “We just had a whirlwind romance, and I wanted to keep you all to myself. I’m selfish.”
“And the war?”
He pulls back with a soft sigh. “I don’t want you to worry about that. It’s not a war per se…just tension.”
“But intense enough that you’re keeping me locked up.”
“I just about lost you, Gina. Surely, you can’t blame me for wanting to keep you safe.”
Guilt rises in me, and I frame his face with my hands. “And I love and appreciate that you do, but—”
“No buts,” he says firmly, almost harshly, before he clears his throat. “But soon, I promise.”
“You can’t keep me locked up forever.”
He flips me onto my back, and I yelp in surprise.
When he settles between my thighs, hovering his body over mine, I scowl at him. “You can’t distract me, husband.”
But even I know that’s a lie. I’m still tender from losing my virginity last night, but I’m more than willing to lose myself in my gorgeous husband and the delicious, unbelievable pleasure he brings me.
His lips curl into a smirk while he rolls his hips, pressing his hardness against me. “I think you’re lying, wife.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, forgive me, because my husband is hot as sin.” When he presses harder into me while rolling his hips and rubbing over my clit, my eyes roll back.
God, that feels so good.
“Hot as sin, huh?”
I open my eyes to find his smirk has grown, and a dark fire is growing in him. I spread my legs wider and plant my feet on the mattress, lifting my hips to add to the pressure. “Hotter than the devil, I’m sure. Oh God, Tommaso, right there.”
His movements cease. “What did I say about my name being the only one to pass over your lips when you cry out?”
“Are you actually serious?”
But my protesting is a sham, because I love that he’s so possessive, even if I’m only crying out to a higher power. The fact that Tommaso wants to be my higher power, the ruler of my world…? Well, that shouldn’t inflame me the way it does.
“Very serious, wife.” He starts moving against me again. “Now, are you too sore?”
I shake my head quickly.
He looks doubtful and conflicted. “I should let you rest, but I need to fill you with my cum again. As many times as possible today and every day.”
“Are you an obsessed, kinky bastard?” I laugh, but I can’t deny that I want the same thing.
“Just obsessed.”
He kisses me deeply, and I grip him tight. Suddenly afraid I’m going to lose him. Where that intense, sudden feeling came from out of the blue, I’m not sure. But he kisses and holds me in a way that feels just as urgent.
“Please, Tommaso,” I pant and squirm against him. I’m naked except for his shirt, but he has way too many clothes on. I can feel his rigid length pressing into me from under his sweatpants, and it’s pure torture.
He pushes off me and stands, reaching behind his head to pull his shirt off, then sheds his sweats.
His shaft springs free, and I can only gape at it, not believing that was inside me last night.
As I stare at it, he closes his fist around the base and strokes upward, slow but hard, and a pearl of pre-cum leaks out.
“I want to taste you,” I whimper, crawling to my knees.
He pushes me back and pins my shoulders to the bed. “No. I’ll lose control and come down your throat if we do that now, and every drop of my cum goes into this perfect pussy until you’re pregnant with my child.”
“Why is that so freaking hot?” I moan, then release another moan that’s more guttural sounding as I feel him press against my entrance.
“Because, wife…” He slips the tip inside me.
“You want the same as me.” An inch slides in, making me stretch for him.
I’m tender, but it doesn’t burn or hurt like when he first entered me last night.
“Il mio sole…” Another inch. “My queen…” Further and further now, making me feel so full.
“Is meant for me.” He thrusts his full length into me until he bottoms out with a groan.
“You’re meant to rule by my side and to be the mother of my children.
My legacy.” He cups my head as he begins to move slowly and gently within me.
“Our legacy. Because you’re my world and my everything. ”
I grip him tighter, wrapping my legs around his waist. Tears blur my vision, but they’re tears of happiness. “I love you so much, Tommaso.”
His eyes, normally so clear, are stormy and tumultuous. “And I will do anything and everything to keep you. Because you are my world.”
He continues to move slowly and deeply within me, holding me in his dark, consuming gaze, like he’s a black hole and there’s no way I can resist the gravitational pull of being sucked in.
He keeps the steady pace, letting my climax build without him roughly pounding into me, so he doesn’t make me more tender.
He’s shaking, denying his own orgasm, but refusing to go any harder than he is, even when I plead with him.
But patience is a virtue, and when my climax hits, it blurs my vision and arches my back.
When he growls and claims me as his and tells me how his cum is going to fill me and make a home in my womb, I don’t know if it’s a kink I’ve just discovered, but it prolongs my orgasm more than I thought was possible.
I dig my nails into his back, and with a final hard thrust, he explodes within me, and I swear, I can feel his cum heat and coat my walls.
Euphoric bliss wraps around me as he remains buried inside me, and I envision the action trapping his cum in me, ensuring I get pregnant. I know that’s not technically how it works, but the thought is nice.
When he finally pulls out of me, I curl into his arms. “I want three boys.” I lift my head, feeling drunk on the love and joy this man makes me feel. “I want lots of children, but at least three sons.”
He smiles at me, and it speaks the words that he’ll give me anything and everything that’s within his power to give.
I snuggle into him. If I never regain my memories of the past, I’m okay with that. As long as I have Tommaso to make memories for the future.