Chapter 29
DARIO
THREE WEEKS LATER
“ S top looking at me like that.” Madalina shakes her head.
“I’m not looking at you like anything.” I laugh to myself as I continue to knead my thumbs into the soles of her feet. It's a beautiful day so we’re sitting outside and my very pregnant wife looks incredible with the sun shining on her face as she stuffs it with ice cream.
“You're looking at me like you're disgusted.” She licks her spoon clean and tries to sit forward so she can place her bowl on the table. I take it from her so she doesn’t have to struggle and shake my head.
“I’m not disgusted at all, I’m just wondering how you could even consider eating that together.” I stare into the empty bowl that ten minutes ago was full of ice cream topped with Tabasco sauce.
“Well, I’m figuring one baby has a sweet tooth and the other likes to make things hot. I’m trying to please everyone.” She shrugs. “You should try it next time.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” I place down her foot and lean forward to take hold of her huge belly. It’s gotten way bigger than I imagined it would, and I love every swollen inch of it. Resting my palms on each side of her, I hold firm and wait to feel some movement.
“Have you figured out what you're going to wear to the wedding, yet?” I ask, looking forward to getting the chance to show her off. In true DeMarco style, my father insisted the wedding happen fast, and Cassio is getting married next week. Everyone who’s important will be there, and I can’t wait for them all to see how full of the DeMarco bloodline my wife is.
“I don’t know. A tent?” She rolls her eyes. “Nothing in my wardrobe fits anymore, not even the maternity clothes you spent a fortune on.” Up until now, I’ve had no complaints about that. My staff know better than to look at what’s mine, and I love that my wife walks around our home with her belly on display because her tops won’t stretch over it anymore. However, she will need something more modest for the wedding.
“I’ll have Paulo come over and hook you up, I hear he’s good.”
“Paulo?” She looks at me with her mouth hanging open. “Do you mean Paulo Fredix?”
“You know him too?” I kiss the side of her belly when I feel a good strong kick against my palm.
“Not personally but I know his work. He’s one of the best fashion designers in the world.” She laughs at me.
“Then he’ll do. He owes me a favor.” I shrug, liking how excitement lifts the smile on her face even higher.
“I have to tell Lorna, she’s going to be so jealous.” She goes to sit up and I have to remind her to take it easy as she leans on the arm of the chair and tries to maneuver herself.
“Why don’t you stay right there and let me go get your cell phone?” I kiss her before heading for the door and when I look up and see Vito standing in the way, I know there’s something wrong by the look on his face.
“What is it?” I ask, taking his arm and dragging him back into the house before she sees him.
“Mrs. DeMarco’s brother is here, and he’s not in a good way.”
“What do you mean?” I shake my head.
“I think you’d better see for yourself. I told him to wait in your office, so as not to upset her.”
“Good work.” I tap his shoulder, “Take Madalina her phone and check she has everything she needs.” I head toward my office wondering what I’m going to find and when I open the door and see the bloody, broken wreck in front of me I stop in my tracks.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I’m furious that he would even think to show up here in such a state.
“Don’t act like you don’t know. My sister may be a fool but I’m not.” He shakes his head and snarls his fat lip at me.
“Nicolas, I have no fucking idea what this is about but you need to get out of here. Madalina can’t see you like this.” I scrub my hand over my face, trying to figure out what to do. I don’t want to lie to her but the stress of this will be far too much.
“I’m not going anywhere without my sister. I don’t trust you.” He points his finger at me and I lose my shit.
“You don’t trust me?” I glare at him as I step closer. “You don’t trust me? I’m her fucking husband !” I raise my voice way too loud.
“Not by her choice, she hated the idea of marrying you, and I’ll bet she hates carrying those babies that you raped into her too.”
I slam my fist into his face and send him to the floor.
“You do not walk into my home and disrespect me, especially when you have no idea what you're talking about. ”
Nicolas looks up at me with sheer hate in his eyes. “You can beat me, DeMarco, but you won't break me. I will save my sister from this shitshow of a marriage.” He reaches his hand up to my desk and uses it to get himself back on his feet.
“My wife doesn’t need saving, she’s fine as she is. Now, I suggest you get yourself to a hospital and get yourself checked for internal bleeding.”
“What do you mean internal blee–” I silence him with a sharp, hard punch to his liver.
“Get the fuck out of my house.” I turn my back on him and head back to join my wife on the patio
“We need to go to the hospital.” Madalina’s eyes are as wide as saucers when she waddles into the gym. I’ve spent all afternoon trying to avoid her because I don’t want to lie, and now seeing her look so scared makes me regret it.
“Is it the babies? Are they coming?” I drop the dumbbell I’m lifting and rush toward her.
“Did your waters break? Are you having contractions?” This is all too soon, we aren’t in the safe zone yet, and we’re still a whole week away.
“Dario, I’m fine. It’s my brother. Serena just called, he showed up at the hospital and they contacted her as his next of kin. Apparently, he’s been beaten up.” She shakes her head, looking scared.
Her voice is jittery and panicked and I have to calm her down.
“Calm down, he’s in the right place. I’m sure he’ll be fine, ” I assure her.
“We have to go to him. I need to see him, it's been weeks.”
“You’re much better off here. Serena will call with updates.” I try to wrap her up in my arms but she forces me away.
“No. I need to see my brother. I’m going with or without you.” She turns her back on me and starts making her way out the door.
“Madalina. Wait!” I call after her and when she spins back around I can tell by her face that she won’t back down.
“Just let me grab a shower and get changed.” I admit defeat and get rewarded with a smile.
It’s an hour before we make it to the hospital, and I have to keep reminding Madalina to slow herself down as she storms down the corridor. She’s moving far too fast for what her body can manage and the worry on her face is getting worse.
“Think of the babies, Madalina, you're too close to your time for this kind of stress.”
“Dario.” She stops to catch her breath and I hold out my arm so she can support herself. “My brother has been beaten up. I’m going to be stressed. Please just stop fussing and let me deal with this.” She blows out a breath and then bursts into tears when she sees Serena talking to one of the nurses.
“Madalina, what are you doing here? You should be at home resting,” Serena scolds her.
“My thoughts exactly,” I agree and the look my wife shoots over her shoulder at me makes me smile.
She’s so fucking hot when she’s angry.
“How is he? Will there be any permanent damage?” She bombards the nurse with questions and when I notice her hands shaking I take one in mine. I feel bad for being the one to lay that last punch on him, even if he did deserve it.
“He’s going to be fine, he’s just bruised and has a few broken ribs. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to see you.”
Serena leads Madalina into the private room and I follow after them, wondering how he’ll react when he sees that I’m here too.
“Nic!!” Madalina rushes to his bedside, throwing her arms around his neck and when he looks at me over her shoulder, I snarl him a warning.
“What happened? Who did this to you? Where have you been?” She pulls back and I drag her a chair over from the corner of the room so she can at least sit down.
“I’ve been couch-hopping, trying to figure out what to do. This happened last night, I was walking on Kindler Street and some fucker jumped me.”
“Shit, I can’t believe it.” Her voice shakes with concern.
“I’m fine, just very sore.” He manages a brave smile for her.
“Dario will find out who did this, they will pay, won’t they?” She looks back at me.
“Of course.” I nod my head in agreement.
“And until he does, you and Serena must stay with us, I won’t relax unless you're close.”
“ What? ” Nicolas and I both speak up at the same time.
“I mean it, Dario, you keep telling me I have to stay calm but there's no way I can be calm while there are people out there who want to hurt my brother. The house is fully guarded, and he’ll be safe there while he recovers. Meanwhile, Serena can help us get ready for the babies.” She looks up at me desperately and knowing that this is what she really needs forces me to agree.
“Fine.” I try my best not to show how annoyed I am by faking Nicolas a smile.
“That’s settled, we’ll get you discharged and home.” Supporting her huge stomach, she struggles out of the chair and takes Serena’s arm. “Let’s go find that nurse.” They both head out of the door, leaving me and her brother alone.
“You didn’t tell her about what happened earlier.” I stare at him, confused.
“What's the point? She probably wouldn’t believe me, anyway.” He shrugs. “You’ve fucked with her head and made her believe she’s in love with you. But she’s just making the best out of a shit situation.” He rests his head back on the pillow and I swear I could smother him with the damn thing.
“You know as well as I do, that your father was behind what happened to mine, and he’s behind this as well. You just have to ask yourself what his limits are. Have you found the man who tried to kill Madalina yet?” He scowls me.
“It just so happens that I have, and he’s dead,” I assure him.
“I hope you're right, and that I’m the one who’s wrong, Dario, because not even you can protect her from your old man.” I feel the coldness of his words stab at my chest.
“Nic’s settled in the guest room, next door.” Madalina has a huge smile on her face as she waddles toward our bed. “He’s very grateful that we’re letting him stay.” Taking off her robe, she gently lowers herself onto the bed and looks so fucking cute in the boy shorts and tank top that rests under her tits because it won’t stretch over her belly.
“I’m sure he is.” I reach across to the nightstand and pump some of her oil into my palm. Then, positioning myself behind her, I smother it all over her tight skin. This has become our nightly routine since one of the women at that luncheon told her about stretch marks.
“I know he’s not your favorite person, and I’m grateful too.” She places her hands over mine as I continue to rub them over her.
“This is your home too,” I remind her. “Just promise me you’ll take it easy now that he’s here. No running around after him, we have staff for that.”
“I promise, and we have Serena too. I have to admit it feels nice having her here. I was kind of hoping we could extend her invitation a little after the babies arrive too. I’d like some reassurance for those first few weeks and going from no babies to two babies seems very overwhelming,” she admits.
“You're going to do amazing, Madalina. But if it makes you feel better, she can stay as long as you like,” I agree. I’d agree to anything that would put her mind at rest, right now.
“Thank you.” She leans back and twists her head so she can kiss me, and when I invade her mouth with my tongue, she takes hold of my wrist and forces my hand to drop lower.
“What are you doing?” I whisper against her lips, as my finger starts to stroke her through her shorts.
“I’m liking how it feels to have my husband touch me.” The seduction in her voice makes my cock press into the base of her spine.
“I’m so wet, I'm surprised you can’t feel it,” she continues to taunt me.
“Baby, there's nothing I’d like more than to make you happy right now, but–”
“The doctor said it’s fine. I’m feeling good, and everyone’s happy in there,” she assures me, moving one of her hands behind her back to stroke me.
“We could take it nice and slow, you know how to be gentle,” she whispers.“Unless, of course, you find me repulsive.” She pulls her hand away and goes to stand up and I quickly snatch her wrist and stop her.
“Take those pretty, little shorts off,” I growl into her ear, lifting my hips and sliding out of my boxers while she shimmies out of her shorts and panties. I lie back on the bed and stroke her body with my hand while she stands on display for me .
“How could I ever find this repulsive?” I draw circles around her beautiful belly with my palm. “I’m even more obsessed with you now than I was when all I could do was look at you,” I tell her, lowering my touch under her bump and letting my fingertips skim through her pussy lips. “You look so fucking hot like this, and knowing that you’re going to get even bigger makes me so fucking hard.” I use my free hand to take hers and guide it toward my cock.
“Take it in your mouth and suck it, pretty girl.” I watch how she smiles as he leans over the bed, her stomach resting against the mattress as she does as I say, and takes me between her lips.
“That’s right, you suck me so good.” I watch my cock disappear in and out of her mouth and feel it touch the back of her throat. “I could come in your mouth right now, but you don’t want it there do you?” I keep brushing my fingers against her sensitive flesh, making her even wetter.
“You want me to fuck you nice and slow. You want me to come on this pretty belly you’ve grown for me, don’t you?” I take my soaked fingers and slide them over the underside of her stomach and when she takes my hand and directs it back to where she needs it, I smile to myself.
“You’re so fucking needy, and take my cock so good. Even with these babies getting too heavy for you to carry, you're still being a good little slut for your husband.” The praise I give her makes her moan.
“Tell me how you want me. How do you want to be filled?” My fingers work her faster and she rewards me by sucking me so hard, I feel like I’m going to blow. I need to be inside her but she’s far too big for me to go on top. I don’t want her over-exerting herself by straddling me, but the thought of her bouncing on my dick while her hands stroke her huge, fertile belly is making me close to shooting my load down her throat .
I swear she’s a mind reader because she lets my cock release from her mouth with a wet slop and smiles as she climbs on top of me. She straddles my hips with her thighs and lets my solid, pulsing cock rest between her folds. I look down and watch her tease it, drawing soft delicate circles around my head with her finger and driving me wild.
“Lift up that top, show me those big full tits.” I palm her belly as she does as I command, unleashing her round heavy mounds.
“So fucking sexy.” I slap one of them hard enough to make her gasp, then tugging on her nipple with my thumb and finger, I wonder if it’s pain or pleasure she feels when she throws back her head.
“Have you got anything in these for me?” I continue to stimulate her nipple in the hopes of getting a taste.
“Not yet.” She looks down her body and starts to roll her hips against mine, ensuring my cock rubs between her slippery folds.
“Take it inside you.” I arch both my hands under her belly, taking the weight of it for her and she lifts her hips enough for my cock to find her tight entrance.
“Slow and steady,” I remind her, seeing a glint of that wildness in her eyes as she slides herself over my shaft and takes me deep inside her.
“You like how that feels?” I clutch her big, round belly in my hands. “You like being full of your husband’s babies, and his cock?” I rock my hips gently against hers and when she nods and focuses on the pleasure it gives her I study her hard, and admire the woman she’s become. I used to crave her hate just so she’d feel something for me and now I have so much more than that. “Tell me you love me.” I swallow thickly, not caring one bit how weak and pathetic I sound.
“I love you.” She opens her pretty, blue eyes and smiles at me. “I love that you forced your dad to let you marry me.” She rests her palms on my chest to steady herself. “ I love that you made sure I got pregnant, and I love…” Her words get stuck when she starts to climax. She shifts position, leaning herself back so her hands rest on my thighs and it pushes her stomach out enough for me to kiss it.
“Good girl, come all over my cock.” I feel her walls clamp around me, squeezing me and forcing me to shoot my load, and as I fill her warm, tight cunt with more of my seed, I cling to her tight and forgive myself for the sinful things I did to get what I’ve got.