Chapter 24
Adriano
Having Laurie finally naked beneath me, something inside me breaks wide open.
Kissing her, this moment isn’t about lust and just fucking her to get off. It’s so much more. It’s desperation and an obsessive need to make her mine in every way, to join with her so we can finally be one.
My cock aches to be inside her, but I resist, pushing my hand into her hair and gripping a fistful of the silky strands. Just like every other time I get to kiss her, the darkness inside me quiets down.
I worship my butterfly with my lips and tongue, getting even more drunk from her perfect taste.
Laurie’s hands roam over my shoulders and back, her touch so fucking amazing, I groan into her mouth.
Slowing the kiss, I lift my head an inch, and when she looks up at me like I’m worth loving, it destroys every last piece of control I have left.
Keeping my eyes locked with her blue ones, I settle between her thighs and position my cock at her entrance. “I’m taking you bare. I don’t want anything between us.”
“Okay,” she whispers, her attention completely focused on me.
I brace my upper body on my right arm, and when I push against her, Laurie places her hands on the sides of my neck.
For a few seconds, I hold still, just staring at this woman who’s become the axis my entire world spins around.
My hips move, and met with resistance, I rock against her until she stretches enough around me so I can enter.
I push halfway inside her before stopping, knowing she’ll need to adjust before I go any deeper.
But fuck.
I grip her by the throat as a breath shudders from me from how fucking amazing she already feels. Kissing her parted lips, my mouth brushes over her skin before I bite her jaw lightly.
“Holy shit,” Laurie gasps. “If you do that again, I’m going to have a braingasm.”
Smirking against her jaw, I brush my nose to her ear and growl, “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
Laurie tugs at my neck, and I let her pull me completely down on top of her, covering her body from head to fucking toe.
Getting to feel her softness and her breasts squashed beneath my chest, I thrust deeper, but the moment she tenses, I stop.
“You good?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Go all the way.”
I fill her to the hilt, my pelvis rubbing against her clit, and while I shudder from being buried inside my wife for the first time, pain flashes across her face.
“How much does it hurt?” I grind out through a clenched jaw.
“I’m good.” She breathes through whatever pain she’s experiencing. “You can move.”
I shake my head, my eyes drifting over her beautiful face before I kiss her gently. When our gazes meet again, I stare at my wife, the feel of her wrapped so fucking tight around me, mind-bending and life-altering.
“Laurie,” I say her name like the prayer it is because without her I have no future. “I love you so much it hurts.”
Her eyes well with tears, and as one rolls into her hairline, she says, “You make me feel so special, protected, and cared for.” Lifting her hand to my face, she trails her fingertips from my temple to my jaw.
“I love you.” A vulnerable expression moves over her features. “Please don’t ever stop loving me.”
As our own little world is created where it’s just us and our love, I vow, “That will never happen, mia piccola farfalla. You own me in ways no one else will ever own me. Heart, body, and soul, I’m yours until the day we die.”
I kiss her tenderly as I pull out to the tip before slowly pushing back in, relishing the intense pleasure I already feel.
Laurie’s hands brush over my shoulders, and as our tongues taste and our lips knead, I begin to make love to my wife.
Laurie
The way Adriano’s powerful body rolls over mine, it feels like waves of pleasure repeatedly crashing into me.
Never in my life have I felt anything as erotic and emotionally loaded as right now.
I can feel him claiming me, as if he’s reaching into the deepest part of me, mending every broken piece, calming every worry, and seeing me for who I truly am.
Just a woman who wants to be loved.
Another tear sneaks into my hair as I stare into his dark gaze. Even that, keeping eye contact while having sex, is something I haven’t done before, and it makes such a huge difference.
“Adriano,” I whisper, my tone filled with such awe you’d swear I’m in the presence of God.
His jaw clenches, then it’s like a switch flips in him, and as a savage expression tightens his features into brutal lines, he pushes away from me. Kneeling between my legs, he hauls my ass up his muscled thighs, before slamming so hard into me, the air is forced from me in a woosh.
“Lock your legs around me,” he orders, his voice gruff.
I barely have time to do as I’m told.
Adriano grips the sides of my ribcage and begins to hammer into me.
My ankles hook tighter and my back arches as I grab the covers, desperate for something to hold onto while he fucks me so hard, I forget my own name.
Even breathing becomes a problem because all the friction makes intense tingles gather in my abdomen, and I cry out from how delirious it makes me feel.
“Don’t fight it,” he growls.
“Too intense,” I gasp, every muscle in my body wound tight and quivering.
Adriano grips hold of my jaw and forces me to look at him. “Come!”
It’s instant on his command, and I swear I leave my body as the orgasm tears through me. I hear myself cry and sob. I see Adriano’s body crashing into mine, over and over, his hold on me rough and his cock pulverizing my inner walls.
It’s out of this world.
My sobs turn to whimpers as ecstasy continuously hits me with every thrust.
Adriano hooks an arm under my back and yanks me up, my breasts slamming into his chest, then his mouth devours mine, the kiss downright filthy while he looks me right in the eye.
Mother of God.
I get a braingasm right then and there, and as I begin to come all over again, his breaths shudder into me and his face transforms into the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Adriano buries himself deep inside me, and I feel how his cock swells before he grips me so tight to him, it hurts.
As my husband spills his release in me, I cling to him for dear life while my own pleasure still ebbs through me.
I have no idea how much time passes before I become aware of our surroundings again.
Adriano’s breaths are harsh as he presses his forehead to mine, his hand gripping a fistful of my hair.
“Jesus,” I whisper while desperately gasping for air. “That was mind-blowing.” I inhale again. “Like.. Shit, you made me have a braingasm.”
He grins as he lets go of my hair and circles my throat with his hand, then he slowly begins to plunge into me, and we both groan.
I melt against him, the pleasure I’m feeling a lot like a damn good massage.
“Rest for a few minutes,” he says as he tucks my face into the crook of his neck.
“Why only a few minutes?”
“I plan on fucking you all night, mia piccola farfalla.” He presses a kiss to the side of my head.
“Until my cum fills you and runs down between your legs. By the time I’m done, you will feel me inside you for the next week.
” His arm tightens around me as his thrusts grow more intense.
“And when you stop feeling me, you’ll tell me so I can remind your body who it belongs to. ”
Adriano’s words are such a turn-on, I grab his jaw and crush my mouth to his, kissing the hell out of him as we begin to move in perfect sync.
Adriano
After spending days worshiping my wife, I have to return to work. There’s a lot of important shit that needs my attention.
Mom and Laurie have decided to rearrange the walk-in closet because Pierre is coming over tomorrow and they need to make space for whatever Laurie wants.
Approaching the building that used to house a corporate firm before Rosie got her hands on it, I head toward the massive steel door and scan my palm print and retina before it lifts, allowing me to enter.
After Rosie pitched her ideas to us, we each poured millions into the project, and she transformed this place into her own personal fortress.
Honestly, her father was fucking good at hacking and IT, but Rosie is a genius.
She learned at eleven years old how to fuck with the lights in the houses that had electronic systems, making them switch on and off like the damn place was possessed.
The entire ground level is wired to blow. One command, and the building collapses straight down, burying anyone inside beneath steel and rubble.
We always enter via the underground parking garage, which is rigged with surveillance, and seeing Christiano talking with Remo and Enzo up ahead, I glance at the other groups of men.
Augusto punches Georgi’s shoulder before hauling him into a brotherly hug, and it has me heading straight for them. “What did I miss?”
“Georgi is going to propose to Nina,” Augusto replies.
So that’s what the secretive look was that I saw at the barbecue.
The next instant I’m bombarded with well wishes from all the men who weren’t at the barbecue until Christiano throws me a bone and says, “Let’s get this meeting started.”
Suddenly a wall moves, and every head turns to watch as a state-of-the-art boardroom is revealed with Rosie standing near the head of the table.
“Christ, when did you have time to put this together, Rosie?” Uncle Renzo, Georgi’s father, asks before letting out a low whistle.
“You can all thank Christiano and Enzo for funding my little pet project.” She grins at us. “Come in, gentlemen. We have a lot to cover in a short amount of time.”
I take in the screens with info about the enemy covering the back wall. The sides of the room are bathed in black stone with gold ambient lighting.
All the old capos sit on the right while the current ones take the left of the table.
Raya, Remo, Enzo, and the other underbosses take seats along the walls.
Rosie smiles at Christiano as he sits down at the head of the table and hands him a golden gavel. “You’re up, boss. Make it quick, though.”
He gives her a playful scowl before looking at the small mallet.
Our capo dei capi brings it down on the sound block, then says, “First of all. You did one hell of a job, Rosie.” His gaze touches on every one of us.
“There’s been whispers for a while now that there are three families who are trying to gather enough support to go up against us. ”
He sets the gavel down and leans back in the leather chair. “Rosie will bring you all up to date.”
“Right.” She clicks a button on her remote and photos begin to scroll across the main screen.
“The Castellanos, Bellandis, and Mancinis have been seen meeting at least twice a week. After Adriano killed Anthony, the Rinaldis and Bianchis joined the show.” She glances at me.
“I don’t think they like you very much.”
Several of the men chuckle.
“Anyway, Raffaele was able to get close enough with a long-range listening device when the families met at a warehouse that belongs to Orlando Mancini.”
I was glad when I heard Augusto gave one of his most trusted men to Rosie. Being out there doing business with the scum of the world is not for her, and Raffaele is able to act in her stead as her underboss.
She clicks the button again and static crackles through the speakers as the recording picks up muffled voices.
‘He crossed a line when he wiped out the Castellanos,’ a man says, his words distorted by distance. ‘Every family in New York’s watching him now.’
A chair scrapes over concrete.
‘Good,’ another voice mutters. ‘Fear makes men reckless. Rizzo handed us the perfect excuse to unite the others.’
There’s the faint sound of footsteps before a third voice cuts in. ‘The Russians are already listening. Chicago’s interested. Once the smaller crews realize they’re on the losing side, they’ll fall in behind us.’
‘And when they do?’ This time I recognize the voice and my head snaps up.
“Fuck!” Dad snaps, his eyes flying to mine.
“Why does that guy sound familiar?” Remo asks.
Shoving my chair back, I shoot to my feet, and as I run from the room, I hear ‘We take the Cosa Nostra for ourselves. No more old blood running things. No more waiting our turn. We remove Rizzo, and anybody loyal to him.’
“Who is it?” Rosie asks.
“Marco!” Dad roars as he comes after me.
The fucker is with Laurie and Mom. Christ.
Impatiently, I slam the button for the metal door to lift and duck to go through under it as soon as I’m able.
When Little Ricky sees me coming, worry instantly tenses his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Marco is a fucking traitor. Home. Right now!”
Dad and Big Ricky hurry to the G-Wagon while I jump into the back seat of the SUV and Little Ricky slides in behind the steering wheel.
Tires kick up dust as we speed away, and needing to make sure Laurie is okay, I bring up the security feed of the mansion.
I see her and Mom in the main bedroom. Tiny is sitting on the ottoman, helping them pack the shoes away, and Marco is standing in front of the window, staring outside.
Searching for Paulie, I find him in the kitchen, grabbing several waters from the fridge.
The usual forty-five-minute drive is cut down to thirty, and by the time Little Ricky races through the gates of our property, I only see red.