Chapter 25
DARIO
“ W hat was that all about?” Madalina is on to me as soon as I’ve closed the bedroom door. I’m raging, fucking furious, and I have to put all that aside and somehow stay calm.
“That was your brother doing what he always does,” I remind her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and massaging my temples. Nicolas Conte is an asshole, and it’s a good job I’m insanely in love with his sister or he’d be a dead one.
“There's more to it, I can tell, you're keeping something from me.” She paces the floor in front of me with the heel of her palm pressed into the dip of her back and her belly sticking out in front of her. Just thinking about her brother's hand touching everything that's precious to me, in the state he was in, makes me wish I’d broken each one of his fingers.
“Calm down. It’s–”
“Don’t tell me it’s bad for the babies, the babies are fine. I want to know what's going on.” She stops and folds her arms under her chest, and the look she’s giving me assures me that she’s not going to back down.
“Your brother's a liability, and he’s not ready to run his own district.” I give it to her straight, knowing that it won’t be easy for her to hear. “I knew that, and yet I still convinced my father to give him a chance.” Her anger turns to shock as she drops her arms back to her sides.
“Cassio was supposed to take over Queens after your father died. Our dad was finally giving him a shot to be somebody, and I ruined that for him by demanding that my father allow Nicolas to keep it.” I keep my head down because I’m ashamed of myself. “Cassio knew this before he helped you last week which is why his kindness came as such a shock.”
“Why would you do that?” She shakes her head, looking utterly confused.
“Why? Why, Madalina? Why am I still having to explain this to you? I’m in love with you. I want you to be happy and know how much that little weasel means to you. I needed to make sure you had nothing to stress over and losing your dad was a big enough knock for you to take. Making sure your family didn’t lose their district was something I could control. So I did.”
“You really do love me, don’t you?” Her hand covers her mouth as her eyes fill with tears and reaching forward I take her hand in mine, then drag her to stand between my legs.
“With all my black, twisted heart.” I smile up at her, and my rage instantly lifts when her hand drops and I see the smile on her face. That smile is going to make the shit I’ll have to take from my father tomorrow worth it.
She grabs hold of my tie as she kisses me hard and passionately, and when she shoves me hard in the shoulder to force me on my back I stare at her in shock as she lifts up her dress and climbs on top of me.
“What’s this?” I narrow my eyes at her suspiciously.
“ This is your wife showing you her appreciation.” I allow her to take control, knowing it will give her a cute, little kick. Then, watching as she unbuckles my belt and delves her hand into my slacks, I groan when she takes out my cock and slides me against her palm.
“I’ve been wanting you inside me all night,” she tells me as I force her dress up higher, resting it on top of her pretty round belly.
“There was me thinking you were tired.” I smile up at her as my hand makes circles all over her taut skin. I knew from the second I saw her that I’d knock her up, but I never envisioned it being like this. Who’d have thought that feisty girl would turn into this loving, devoted woman who's carrying two little girls for me?
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
“I’m never going to be too tired to take my husband.” She lifts herself up and uses my cock to tease herself. Her pussy has been bare underneath her dress all night and it’s practically dripping. The thought of her being in that state, while she made nice, polite conversation with our guests, makes me even more desperate to be inside her.
“Sit on it,” I command, as she continues to slide me through her pussy lips.
“Uh-uh,” she shakes her head back at me. “ I’m the one in control now, and maybe I should make you suffer a little.”
This woman is going to fucking kill me.
“Madalina, sit that pregnant pussy on my cock right the fuck now or I’ll make you regret it,” I warn, digging my fingers into her thighs.
“The wait will be worth it.” She throws my own words back at me and I swear if she wasn’t in such a delicate condition, I’d thrash her ass for it.
“Madalina.” I raise my eyebrows in warning, sliding my hand up over her stomach and squeezing my frustration out on one of her tits.
“These are getting heavy.” I shake them both in my palm before I squeeze it again and when she tips her head back and thrusts her hips, I know she won’t keep me waiting much longer.
“I can’t wait to watch you feed our girls with them.” Deciding I’ve waited long enough to be inside her, I sit up and curl my hands around her back, then cup her shoulders from behind, forcing her to take a seat on my cock and kissing her neck as I fill her.
“Fuck!” she breathes out as I take her nipple in my mouth and flick it with my tongue.
“These are going to get so full I’m going to love tasting them.” I hold myself deep inside her, as my hands grip her shoulders. “Are you going to let me taste you, pretty girl?” I ask as I kiss my way up her neck and slip my tongue into her mouth.
She nods her head as I own her mouth and although her protruding stomach makes it a bit of a struggle, I don’t mind at all. I love how big she’s getting, it’s a constant reminder to us both that she’s entirely mine.
“Look at you, you look so hot taking your husband's cock with that big, pretty belly I’ve given you. Do you feel pretty?” I know just lately she’s started to get cautious of the changes happening to her body. She should be embracing them the way I do.
“Kind of,” she shrugs, and the look on her face isn’t convincing enough.
“Madalina.” I grip her jaw and rest my hand on top of the mound that rests between us. “Trust me when I tell you that you have never looked sexier than you do, right now.” I slide my palm over the arch of her belly. “You're doing such a good job of growing my babies, I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Her legs start to tremble and she leans her head back like she’s going to come .
“Tell me you feel pretty.” I take hold of her in my arms and stand up, changing our position when I rest her on her back. My hands grip her hips and lift them high off the bed so the arch of her back sticks her belly out even further and it makes me want to come all over it.
“Look at how pretty you are.” I watch her eyes glance at her body as I thrust in and out of her. “So fucking hot. So fucking mine.”
She nods her head back at me desperately as her pussy starts to contract, milking my cock and bringing me closer and when I feel like I’m about to blow, I quickly pull out and let my cock land heavy on her stomach. I growl as thick ropes of my cum spurt onto her skin and the satisfaction of seeing her marked makes more thrills shudder up my spine.
“Rub it in.” I take her hand and drag it onto her belly, and she looks up at me with the same satisfaction as she massages my seed all over her stretched-out skin.
“Mine.” I squeeze the last of it out of my cock and watch it drop onto her belly button. It gave out under the pressure a few weeks ago and started sticking out which really freaked her out. But she doesn’t seem so ashamed of it now as she rolls her finger over it and coats it with my cum.
“You’re perfect.” I look down at the sticky mess I’ve made of my wife and have to bite my lip to stop myself from growling. “How does that feel, pretty girl?” I tap the side of her belly, proudly.
“Good, actually. It feels like it's tightening, maybe it’ll be better than the oil Serena got me for stretch marks.” She makes us both laugh as I flop myself onto the bed beside her and catch my breath.
“Dario,” she whispers my name after a few minutes of silence.
“Yes?” I roll onto my side, propping my head up with one hand while the other rests on her tummy. I went a little rougher on her than usual tonight, but when I felt some shifting going on beneath its surface, I knew everyone was alright.
“I just…” She bursts into tears and, having no idea why, I suddenly start to panic.
“What’s wrong, did I hurt you? Madal–.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she interrupts, shaking her head, still sobbing as more tears fall onto her cheeks. “I just feel so overwhelmed, I never thought I’d say this, and don’t you dare laugh.” She wipes her eyes and looks up at the ceiling to compose herself.
“I just love you so much, and I’m so happy right now, it doesn’t feel real.” I don’t laugh at her, but I can’t hide the smile I make as I take her hand and place it where mine is resting.
“Do you feel that?” I know she can feel the babies moving on the inside but they are getting even stronger outside now, I could spend hours watching her stomach move.
“I do.” She nods her head.
“They’re real, this is real and I will do everything to ensure that you stay this happy for the rest of your life.” I lean in to kiss her.
“Thank you for trying to help Nic, I know he’s hard work, and he’s rude, but he means a lot to me.”
“Which is why he’s not dead.” She laughs like I’m making a joke and I decide to allow her to think it, Madalina and I are in a good place right now, and I won’t let anything jeopardize that.