43. Stupidly in Love
CHAPTER 43
STUPIDLY IN LOVE
M arco
Every tear that rolls down Jia’s cheek is like a stab to the heart. Dio , why did people desire to be in love? It’s the cruelest form of torture if you ask me.
Jia’s grandfather pulls her into his arms once more, holding her tight and whispering foreign words. The only one I recognize is bǎobèi, treasure, the term of endearment he always uses for his granddaughter. The name certainly is on point. I never thought I would love again after Isa, and because of that, Jia falling into my life has been a true treasure. Because as hard as it has been, what we have now is one hundred percent worth it.
“Do you really have to go already?” Jia glances at her grandfather, eyes red and swollen.
“ Bǎobèi , I leave you in good hands with your husband.” He cocks his head over his shoulder and gives me a smile. The gesture speaks volumes. How this man knew I would be right for his granddaughter is beyond me.
I had no idea.
I was certain I’d fuck it all up.
And hell, I nearly did. I still might…
“But we haven’t even made our move against Blanca and her Sombra Boricua offshoot, and then there’s Lei Wang and his rebels?—”
The old man raises a hand, cutting her off. “There will always be something, Jia. I wish I could lie to you and say a peaceful existence will come, but in this business, one always dances on the edge of a blade. And it is for that reason that you must enjoy every moment of your life to the fullest.” He holds her out to arm’s length before sliding a hand to her belly. He palms the flat contours of her torso, and a happy smile melts across his stern countenance. “I will be back to celebrate the birth of your first child.”
“Oh, Yéye, we’re not ready for that yet.”
A knowing smile spreads his lips. “No one is ever ready for what fate has in store. Trust me when I say I will be back before long. I have a good feeling about this, bǎobèi. Your husband is a strong, virile man, and your womb is ripe for planting.”
A nauseated expression crosses Jia’s face, and she finally releases her grandfather. “Oh, please, Yéye, not the sex talk again.”
“You’re right, I must go.” He reaches for his suitcase, but Nicky grabs it first.
“I’ll take care of that for you, Mr. Guo.”
The old man dips his head then turns to me. “You have a very special treasure to guard now, Mr. Rossi. I hope you take your duty seriously.”
Reaching for Jia’s hand, I tuck her into my side. “I will guard her with my life, Mr. Guo. I vow to keep her safe, cherish her, and adore her, above all things. You truly gave me a gift when you forced me into that marriage contract.”
Jia punches me in the gut, and I buckle over just to appease her.
“And I couldn’t be happier.”
“Very good, Mr. Rossi. I will see you both soon.”
Jia’s gaze follows his trailing form until he and Nicky disappear through the front door.
The moment he’s gone, I spin her into my chest and capture her mouth. Her lips are salty, the lingering tears still coating her skin. I kiss her tentatively at first, but the fire kindles between us in seconds.
“As much as I’m going to miss Yéye ,” I whisper against her mouth, “I cannot wait to freely fuck you all over this penthouse, spitfire.”
“And I won’t have to be quiet anymore.” A rueful smile parts her lips and I fill it with my tongue. I’m going to fill it with my cock in a second. I’ll have her so full of my cum, panting from all the orgasms in the next few hours, she won’t have time to be sad.
“I love you, Mrs. Guo-Rossi,” I murmur against her pouty bottom lip.
Her eyes meet mine, a tempest of emotion brewing in the sleek, dark night.
“And one more thing,” I interrupt, “your grandfather isn’t wrong about the baby thing. If we keep having sex without protection, you’re going to end up pregnant.”
“I know.” Her gaze drops from mine. “I just had my period before we had sex for the first time, so technically, we should be in the clear. I shouldn’t be ovulating for another week.”
“I didn’t know you were an expert on the menstrual cycle.”
“I’m not, but Ari is. She refuses to go on birth control because she doesn’t like the idea of those hormones in her body. Which I kind of agree with. So anyway, she tracks her period religiously and got me into the habit. ”
An unexpected thrill courses straight down to my cock. “So what are you saying? You want to keep having unprotected sex?”
“Or you could wear a condom.”
I snort on a laugh. “With my wife? I’ve worn one for the better part of my thirty years!”
She shrugs, a hint of crimson tingeing her cheeks. “Then I guess we can try the natural method of contraception and just not have sex when I’m ovulating.”
“How long is that?”
“It’s about a five-to-seven-day window.”
“Fuck no.”
A rueful laugh purses her lips.
“You expect me not to touch you for an entire week every month?”
“We can do other things…” A mischievous grin reflects in her dark eyes.
“You’ll let me claim your ass?”
Her head falls back in a cackle. “I was talking about oral pleasures, honey.” She shakes her head, still laughing. “But I guess we could work up to that.”
Those words have a straight line to my cock, and I’m immediately hard. Before I lose control and bend her over the bar stool, I pull her close and press a kiss to her forehead. “And if you do get pregnant? How will that work with the boutique, with our riskier professions…”
Her slim shoulders lift along with the corners of her lips. “I guess Yéye is right. We can only plan so much. Sometimes we just have to leave it up to fate.” She nibbles on her bottom lip, anxious eyes lifting to mine. “As long as you’re okay with the possibility of a baby?”
I heave in a breath and frame her face with my hands. “A few months ago, I would’ve run out of the room screaming—but now, I can’t wait to have the full experience of wedded bliss. I want it all with you. Hell, I may even move to the suburbs so we can have that white picket fence.”
“Seriously?”
I nod and brush my lips against hers. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”
Jia’s arms come around my neck, and she rises to her tiptoes. “I love you, Mr. Rossi.”
My heart staggers, momentarily freezing before starting to pump again. I’m suffocating and soaring all at once. “Are you sure?” It’s been a tumultuous storm, this arranged marriage, and it seems like I’ve been waiting forever to hear those three damned words.
“Yes, I’m sure, you coglione . As hard as I’ve tried to despise you, you’ve wormed your way into my heart. If I wasn’t so stubborn, I probably would have admitted it long ago. You’ve won me over, Marco Rossi. I love you with my whole heart and soul; every beat belongs to you.”
The last word barely falls from her mouth before I capture her lips. “ Dio , I love you, wifey,” I whisper as I devour her.
My hands are at the hem of her dress, tugging it over her head as she battles my belt buckle. The sight of the scars along her arms still has anger boiling to the surface, but I remind myself the bastardo is dead. I wish I could resurrect the man just so I could kill him all over again. How dare he defile her like that?
One thing is for certain, I’ll be ten times the dad Qian Guo was. That’s something, at least.
I drop to my knees and slide my fingers beneath the lacey waistband of her panties as I squirm out of my boxers. With Yéye living with us, we’ve never been nude around the penthouse. Now, I fully plan on changing that.
I rise, my cock hard and ready between us. “I think you should just throw away all of your panties,” I murmur against her swollen lips. “It’s just an extra step we should definitely do away with.” My hand cups her wet pussy and a groan rumbles in my chest. “Mmm, cazzo , I love you and that warm sweetness.”
Her hips rock into my palm, and a faint moan escapes as her hands close around my ass. “And I love your enormous cock and that incredible ass, Marco. It’s seriously amazing.”
“Now you’re just teasing me.”
She smirks as her hand glides around to my cock. “No, I really do.” She kisses me hard then drags my dick between her legs. “I want you inside me already.”
“Such a needy, bossy little thing.” My hands close around her hips before I slide one hand beneath her thigh and curl her leg around my hip. With her pussy bared, I thrust inside her, filling her up in one go.
Her head falls back and moans rent the air, a tangle of us both.
“Oh, spitfire, fuck me, you are so tight and wet.”
“I am fucking you.” She meets every single thrust as I back her against the kitchen island.
“So sassy,” I whisper. Reaching for her other leg, I wrap it around my waist and walk us toward the couch. Not that standing isn’t fun, but I want to take my time and enjoy this. I drop her down onto the couch and throw her legs over my shoulders. Then I slowly withdraw, taking her all in. She’s splayed out before me, the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen taking me in and in and in.
I’m home. Married. And stupidly in love.