Chapter Thirty-Four
(Sabrina)
Sabrina woke up to the sound of a quiet knock on the door. She opened her eyes just in time to see Cesare covering his beautifully sculpted ass with a robe. He opened the door quietly, and Mrs. Bonetti’s voice whispered something in rapid Italian. Cesare answered, his voice low and calm as usual.
Mrs. Bonetti said something in Italian that sounded very much like ‘Jesus, Mary, and Joseph’, before walking away, leaving them with a tray full of food.
Cesare turned around and shut the door behind him, meeting Sabrina’s sleepy gaze in the process. His eyes raked over her form in the bed, and she fought the urge to fidget under the scrutiny. Giving in, Sabrina gave him a playful grin before ducking under the covers.
“Where did my wife go?” He chuckled. “I could have sworn she was just there.” His voice was warm, and deliciously deep.
Sabrina gave a surprised whimper at the sore ache between her legs as she wriggled beneath the covers.
“Sabrina?” She could hear the frown in Cesare’s voice.
She huffed, pulling the covers down just enough for her face to show. “I’m fine. I just moved.”
Cesare tilted his head before understanding dawned, and he visibly struggled between feeling empathetic or self-satisfied.
Sabrina grumbled, covering her head again, only for Cesare to pounce on the bed. He pulled the covers away, crawling in beside her, then pulled the covers back over them both. Cesare lay on his side, facing his new bride with a grin.
“If you want to hide from the world for a bit, you may.” He pressed a kiss against her lips. “But we do not hide from each other.” He nudged her nose with his before pulling back, running a hand down the curves of her body in visible appreciation. “You are so beautiful, tesoro.”
Sabrina tried her best not to stare at him with stars in her eyes. “I want you.” She whispered out.
“That is good.” Cesare answered. “I want you too.” He kissed her lips, rolling on top of her as she returned the kiss, moaning when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, teasing hers.
“Give me your tongue.” He coaxed, deepening the kiss as she followed the command.
Sabrina’s body warmed and tingled as he stroked and kissed and rocked against her body.
“So good for me.” He praised, as he pressed a leg between her thighs. “And so wet.” He groaned.
Sabrina nodded, making a soft plaintive sound as Cesare kissed a trail from her neck to her chest. He nuzzled her breasts before sucking the tip of one into his mouth, causing Sabrina to arch against him as the move sent an electric shock straight to her clit.
“All you have to do is walk into the room and my panties get wet.” She bemoaned. “It is very frustrating.” She mock-frowned.
Cesare released her nipple with a wet pop and a lascivious grin. “Good.” He nodded, eyes dancing.
“No, not good, I literally don’t have enough panties.” She huffed.
Cesare kissed a trail down her breasts, over her soft stomach, and her curvy hips. “You don’t need panties.” He answered gutturally. “You don’t need clothes. All you need to do is lie back while I take care of my pretty girl.”
“Your pretty girl?” She echoed, arching in pleasure when he swirled his tongue around her clit and sucked.
“Mhmm.” He hummed happily in response. “Mine.”
Sabrina mewled in pleasure as his fingers slowly thrust in and out of her aching pussy.
“How does this feel?” He asked. “Are you too sore?”
“It’s sore, but it’s also…” Sabrina broke off with a gasp as he flicked his tongue over her clit again, beginning to suck a mind altering rhythm. “G-Green.” Was all she could make out before losing herself to the sensation of warm, cosseted pleasure.
Cesare continued to push her closer to ecstacy as he whispered instructions and encouragement. He wove a spell over her with his deliciously filthy praise, as Sabrina climbed closer and closer to her peak.
Sabrina vaguely registered the sound of pounding on the door. She tried to open her eyes, she really did, but she was so close, and the only thing that existed was her and Cesare, and whatever magic this was they were making.
“Come for me now, tesoro.” He crooned. “Just like that.”
She sobbed as the force of her orgasm hit, and her eyes flashed open as she held onto Cesare. He growled as he worked her through it, grinding his hips against her in promise of what was next.
Sabrina blinked as she came back to herself; her mind pleasantly fuzzy. A tear ran down the side of her face, and he kissed it reverently.
“You're so good, baby. So fucking good for me.” He whispered.
“I need you inside me.” She answered hoarsely. “All of you.”
Cesare lay beside her and pulled her spent body into his arms. He yelled something in Italian in the general direction of the door when someone pounded on it again.
A muttered response came back from a voice that sounded strangely like Dante’s.
“Dante?” Sabrina asked, looking at Cesare in confusion as she finished coming back to reality. “When did he get here?” She asked.
Cesare stared at her for a moment, frowning. “New rule.” He answered. “No saying any other man’s name when you’re naked in our bed.”
Sabrina blinked, pausing over his usage of the words “our bed” before registering the absolute possession in his tone.
He wasn't trying to be funny, and she found his possessiveness hot as hell, but she still found herself snorting in amusement. The snort came as such a surprise; she covered her mouth as her eyes widened.
“Nobody else.” Cesare growled, remaining undeterred. He pressed another kiss to her lips. “Stay here. I’ll be right back. Alright?”
Sabrina nodded and kissed him back, unable to keep the smile from her lips.
Cesare grunted in displeasure as he pulled himself away, muttering something to himself in a steady stream of grumbling Italian. Sabrina mused she was going to have to learn Italian, as she watched her husband's beautifully sculpted ass as he left the room naked as the day he was born. Her husband.
Sabrina rolled over and stretched like a kitten after a long nap, feeling the delicious soreness in her muscles and an enjoyable looseness in her hips. She felt the echoes of Cesare’s body still inside her, which was odd, but she felt better and looser than she had in ages.
Sabrina reached for her phone, sighing in mild frustration at the text messages sent to her sister, still unread.
Petty Officer Brooke Hamilton was presumably still deployed with the U.S.
Navy; location classified. Sometimes there was a delay in communication, but now seemed to be the worst timing in the world not to be able to reach Brooke.
As the hours went by, Sabrina grew increasingly nervous about Brooke’s reaction to the last-minute wedding.
Cesare returned with a black envelope in hand, his brows furrowed deep in thought. He closed the bedroom door behind him and stared at Sabrina.
It was the first time he’d made her feel like she was being sized up for something.
“What’s on your mind, husband?” She asked, her voice sounding loud to her own ears in the room's silence.
Cesare gave her a slight smile, his intense gaze giving her another once over before turning to the bar cart along the wall. He sighed, putting the letter down and pouring two glasses of wine.
“I’m wondering how to freeze time so I can keep you in this bed forever and never leave.
” He quipped with a roguish grin, turning to face her, looking like a sculpted Adonis approaching her where she sat.
He was still naked. Sabrina was getting the sense that Cesare was a ‘clothing optional’ sort of person around the house.
Sabrina blushed but eyed her husband appreciatively as he joined her on the bed. She accepted the wine glass and delicately chinked her glass to his in cheers. “What are we toasting?” She asked.
Cesare sighed, sitting down on the bed, then downed half of the glass in one gulp. “You’ve seen what I carry underneath my jacket. You’ve met my father and half my family. We haven’t talked about the family business, but there is, or rather there was, a family business.”
Cesare cleared his throat, looking unusually nervous.
“My father ran Philly and everything around. I was raised to be his heir; to take over when he could no longer be there. But I was only seventeen when he went to prison. My Pops was arrested, the FBI raided the house, and suddenly we had nothing. My brothers and I were too young to take over operations, and all of our financial accounts and assets were frozen. ”
Sabrina reached out, taking Cesare's hand in hers as she listened.
“Pops had a cousin, Vincent Donatelli, who moved to take over as soon as Pops was taken in. My mother didn’t want to lose all five of her sons in a succession war, so when Pops went to prison a deal was struck.”
He looked back at Sabrina once more, eyeing her response carefully.
“The Lombardis publicly backed Vincent and stayed out of any mob business. In exchange, my mother’s sons were off limits. It worked. Vincent was ruthless. Other cousins, other nephews, anyone power hungry just disappeared. One by one.”
Cesare gave a hollow laugh.
“We had nothing for a few years; The FBI and IRS combed through every penny attached to us. Mami owned the house, but the property taxes almost made us homeless. Dante and I got work as bus boys. Aunti Maribella is the only reason we had enough food.”
Cesare swallowed thickly.
“We did laundry in the bathtub my senior year of high school because the washer went out and we didn't have enough money to replace it.
Ma was too embarrassed to ask for help..
. it's why Dante went into the military. He and I drew straws over it; one of us to earn the income and get the training, one of us to stay home and protect everyone else.”
Cesare took another drink and looked towards the balcony contemplatively.
“Pops got out after we lost...” Cesare cleared his throat, and squeezed Sabrina's hand tighter, finally looking back to her waiting gaze.
“Pops wasn’t the same when he came home. The world he left was gone, and so was his wife. He was lost, and I think it accelerated whatever it is that’s happening in his head.” Cesare let out a long breath, taking Sabrina’s hand in his.
“People started talking. Word traveled, and Vincent remained, no questions asked. With the exception of myself and my brothers, Vincent has killed off or scared off any other capable competitors. But now,” Cesare nodded towards the black envelope on the drink cart.
“As long as this isn’t some sick fucking trap, Vincent Donatelli is naming me his heir. ”
Sabrina listened, looking down at their intertwined fingers. “How do we confirm its reliable information and not a trap?” She asked, looking up.
“I received confirmation of a recent medical diagnosis last night.” Cesare swallowed. “Vincent Donatelli doesn’t have much time left.”
Sabrina eyed Cesare carefully. “Does this have anything to do with Dante arriving out of the blue?”
Cesare’s mouth moved as if to answer, before he hesitated, looking over Sabrina with the same considering look from earlier. “Wives can’t be forced to testify against husbands. But we haven’t filed a legal marriage license yet.”
He brought her hand up to his and kissed the back of it. “I want to get that filed. Today.”
Sabrina furrowed her brows, and she stared down at their intertwined fingers. “I married a lawyer.” She muttered, almost to herself. “And even that’s about to change.” She looked back up at Cesare, keeping her hand in his as she re-evaluated the man in front of her.
“You did.” He answered calmly. “And I married a girl who rescues sharks. For fun.” He grinned, eyeing her appreciatively.
Sabrina reflected that marrying Cesare hadn’t seemed like much of a decision, so much as something inevitable that simply happened sooner than planned. Knowingly choosing to stay with someone about to become an organized crime boss, however, would be one hell of a decision.
Cesare swallowed thickly. “I know this changes things, but I was raised for this, tesoro. I will give you the world; give you anything you could ever want. I will protect you, and protect our home. But I need you to be in this with me. Together.”
Sabrina furrowed her brows, deep in thought, looking back to Cesare. “Why five million?” She asked.
He seemed confused for a moment before understanding dawned. His brows lifted. “You want to discuss the prenup?”
Sabrina shook her head. “Not really, but I would like to know why you offered me what you did. You could have picked any amount to start. Why five million?”
For a moment, Cesare looked almost shy, before giving her a smug grin. “A million for each time you called me daddy.”
Sabrina’s eyes widened as she threw her head back with a laugh. “Are you serious?”
Cesare took her wineglass and set it on a nightstand before bodily dragging Sabrina onto his lap. She straddled his muscular thighs and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Stay.” He whispered against her lips.
Sabrina kissed him, luxuriating in the simple pleasure of being in his arms.
“I love you, Cesare.” She murmured, looking up to meet his gaze.
“Oh, thank god.” He gave a pained exhale as his blue eyes flashed in relief.
Cesare leaned forward against Sabrina resting his forehead against the hollow of her throat.
After a moment he placed a tender kiss on the spot before pulling back to look her in the eyes.
“I love you too.” He answered, reaching up to cradle her head in his hands.
“Say you’ll stay. We’ll file the license today. ”
“I’ll stay.” She answered, kissing him softly.
“Again.” He demanded.
Sabrina smiled into the kiss.
“I’m staying.” She answered, feeling like everything in her life had led to this moment.
“Again. Say it again.” He whispered hoarsely as he kissed her in response.
“I’m staying. This is my spot.” Sabrina spoke as she deliberately ground her hips into his. “My husband.” She reached down to stroke his hardening cock. “Whatever comes.”
Cesare groaned when one of Sabrina’s soft hands wrapped around his thick length and nipped along the sensitive skin of his neck.
“Mine.” she whispered.
“Yours.” He nodded, his blue eyes darkening. “And you, my sweet tesoro, are fucking mine.” He swore.
Cesare notched his cock into her waiting pussy, back where it belonged.
Sabrina gave a choking sort of gasp when Cesare thrust deep inside, filling her with his length as he chanted a steady stream of promises; promises to love her well, to fuck her full and often, and to fill her life with everything she would ever need.