Mafia Prince: A Second-Chance Mafia Romance (Moretti Mafia Book 1)

by Lucia Black

  She lifted her head with her eyebrows raised. “I don’t think those two things are related.”

  The box in his pocket felt huge under his palm. “Okay, well, let’s say that you have something gold, all right?”

  She sat back smiling and humored him. “Okay, let’s say I have something gold.”

  “And that gold thing protects you and provides for you even though you don’t really need it to,” he said. “And you keep it around because you like it.” He took her hand with his free hand and squeezed it with a flirty wink. “And let’s say that gold thing really wants to stay gold for you?”

  Her eyes glittered. “I suppose if the gold thing wants to stay gold, it might have a fighting chance.”

  “So Robert Frost doesn’t know everything.” Alessandro reasoned. He closed his hand around the little box in his pocket and drew it out.

  Lorna laughed. “I never claimed that Robert Frost knew everything.” She pretended not to notice the black velvet box in his hand.

  He took a deep breath and opened the box for her to reveal a little gold ring with a diamond set in the center. Classy, understated, but delicate enough for Lorna. She grinned wide, looking between the ring and Alessandro’s face. “Lorna Bianchi, will you marry me?” he asked as seductively as he could.

  Her smile landed on his lips and she spoke against his mouth, “You bet your ass I will.”

  33

  Lorna

  The rich harmony of a string quartet soared to the heights of the gothic arches in the sanctuary. The cathedral hummed in resonance to the bridal march as everyone rose to their feet and turned to face Lorna. She squeezed her father’s arm, heart fluttering in her chest.

  Red roses tied with satin ribbons on the end of the pews looked just as sweet and romantic as Mina described. Layers of cool silk swished around Lorna’s legs as she walked slowly down the aisle, supporting her father, and trying to match his pace. She loved the way the weight of her dress hung from her shoulders, wrapped in a glittering bodice, then cascaded to the floor in rippling satin waves as she walked over scattered rose petals. Music hung in the air with the smell of warm wax from the unscented candles burning in strategic places on the altar. Everything looked elegant, beautiful, and magical around her.

  She had dreaded this day for so long, but now that it was here, she couldn’t imagine a place she’d rather be. She couldn’t imagine a more storybook happy ending. And she couldn’t be happier.

  Waiting for her at the altar, Alessandro wore a perfectly tailored chalk grey tuxedo with his hair swept back so his dark curls framed his face. Her family, and his, watched her walk with carefully measured steps to join Alessandro at the altar with wide smiles. Her mother’s eyes shone with tears, and Mina looked exceedingly pleased with how well everything had turned out.

  Beside her, her father walked as surely as he could. He refused to sit in a wheelchair, and the doctors said it would be okay for him to walk his daughter to the altar, so long as he remained seated afterward. He squeezed her hand with a warm smile before sitting beside her mother in the front row.

  Alessandro could be toxically attractive when he wanted to, and obviously right now he wanted to. His hands were warm where they held hers. His eyes sparkled in the candlelight and she couldn’t quite pay attention to what the priest was saying. It didn’t matter. Alessandro loved her to the point that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He would be hers, and hers only. She could be with him without guilt, without the lingering feeling of wrongness. They would share every morning, every sunrise, every day, every sunset, and every night. She would watch him grow old, watch lines deepen around his eyes, watch his dark curls turn grey, watch his muscles toughen and his sculpted stomach soften. And she would still think he was the hottest man alive. They would fight. They would yell and scream and throw things. But they would make up as they always did and find solace in each other’s arms.

  Alessandro spoke his vows slowly, tasting every word and meaning it. He squeezed her hands. “To love and to cherish till death do us part.”

  Warmth spread through Lorna’s body and her insides felt fluttery and bubbly. Her heart beat in her throat, and she couldn’t take her eyes off Alessandro. “I, Lorna Bianchi, take thee, Alessandro Moretti, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” She didn’t know she was capable of smiling so wide.

  She liked the weight of the gold wedding band on her finger, and she liked even more the priest proclaiming them husband and wife. It was probably the most chaste kiss they’d ever shared, but it might have been her favorite, if only because of what it meant.

  Her mother was crying, and her father looked proud when she walked arm in arm with her husband out of the sanctuary. They stopped for a moment before they went off to have pictures taken. Alessandro wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “Well, you’re stuck with me now, princess.”

  There was a time when if someone had told her she would marry Alessandro Moretti, not only would Lorna not have believed them, she probably would have cursed them out. How the tables had turned. She smiled against his chest. “I just hope you can handle me.”

  He laughed, and it reverberated through her whole body. “I’m fairly certain I can manage.”

  The photographer interrupted before Lorna could reply. They posed for the photos, unable to keep from smiling. Alessandro’s arms around her felt like home. The photographer showed them a few of the pictures, and they looked beautiful. Alessandro pointed at one and told the photographer that was the one he wanted enlarged and framed.

  The reception was already in full swing when they arrived with the rest of the wedding party. Unlike another time, Lorna greeted everyone with genuine smiles and hugs and thanks for their well-wishes and congratulations.

  The lights in the reception hall made Alessandro look absolutely ethereal. She wrapped her ankle around his under the table and didn’t miss his smirk. She wondered how much she could get away with.

  The toasts began with his best man, Antonio. “I could tell you more than you’d ever want to hear about Alessandro.” He winked secretively. Alessandro rolled his eyes, but never stopped smiling. Antonio continued. “But honestly, I’ve never seen him this happy, and if that’s because of Lorna, then she’s my favorite sister-in-law.” Everyone laughed.

  As Antonio finished his speech, ending with some heartfelt and kind words, Lorna’s hand settled on Alessandro’s thigh and squeezed gently. He looked at her like she was the only other person in the universe, and he couldn’t get enough of her. It made her chest feel tight in the best way. She squeezed his leg again.

  Mina stood up to give her speech next. She listed Lorna’s accomplishments; her undergraduate degree in art and piano performance, the various awards she won for paintings and for music competitions. “But I think Lorna’s accomplishment that we’re all most envious of is that she found someone who looks at her like Alessandro does.” Mina pointed to Alessandro who happened to be gazing at Lorna with a sickening amount of love in his eyes. Lorna pushed him playfully with the hand that wasn’t still resting on his leg.

  When the speech was over, Lorna removed her hand from his thigh to clap, and when she returned it, she placed it a little higher up. He didn’t seem to notice, but he took a drink of champagne and settled in his seat to lean into her touch. She rubbed her thumb in little lazy circles over the top of his thigh as Giovanni stood up to speak.

  “I know I’m not really in the roster, but I wanted to say something to my brother.” Giovanni held his flute of champagne with the suave collectedness of a business executive in front of a captive audience. “Alessandro, lord knows we’ve had our differences and our disagreements over the years, but I want you to know that I’m proud of you. You are dedicated and hardworking, and when you want something, you don’t give up. I hope you never do.” He looked between Lorna and his brother. “I hope neither of you gives up on each other. I’ve only had the opportunity to get to know Lorna more recently, but wo
rds can’t express how happy I am that she married my brother.” Unspoken there was I’m happy she married my brother instead of me. Lorna couldn’t agree more. Giovanni raised his glass. “Health and good fortune for Mr. and Mrs. Alessandro Moretti.”

  Everyone toasted, and when Lorna returned her hand to Alessandro’s thigh, it was a little higher up than before. This time he noticed and raised an eyebrow at her. She disregarded the eyebrow and rubbed her fingers over the inseam of his pants. He drew in a slow breath but didn’t stop her.

  She ate dinner one-handed, enjoying every time he choked on his food or tripped over his words as she worked her way slowly up his thigh until she was palming him through his pants.

  He sucked in a breath and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “You are absolutely fucking evil.”

  She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. “What?” Her grin turned malicious. “I thought you said you were fairly certain you could manage it.” She ground the heel of her hand against him and he hissed, clearly regretting his words. “Can’t handle it, huh?”

  “I am handling it,” he said through his teeth, and in all honesty, he was doing a very good job hiding it. He hadn’t made a sound apart from the occasional sharp inhale through his nose and he kept his composure.

  Lorna laughed and pulled her hand away. He squirmed in his seat at the loss of contact and threw her a measured glare. “Evil,” he mouthed.

  Lorna took a drink with a self-satisfied smirk. She knew she was in for it as soon as they got home, and she looked forward to it immensely.

  34

  Alessandro

  Alessandro pushed Lorna up against the door in a heated kiss before it was completely closed. He found the zipper hidden in the side seam of her dress and tugged it down with no regard for the delicate material. She looked stunning in the shimmering white dress of course, but he knew what was underneath and he wanted the dress off.

  She had the same idea, pushing his jacket off his shoulders and tugging the knot from his bow tie. She kissed him like she might never get to again, and with all the teasing she put him through at the reception, her desperation now was so much hotter. She pulled his shirt open, not seeming to care about the few little pearly buttons that popped off to roll away on the floor.

  They broke apart only long enough for Lorna to pull off her dress and for Alessandro to let his shirt and jacket slide off his arms, shuck off his pants, and kick away his shoes. He scooped her up and dropped her onto the bed, crawling over her to prop himself up on his elbows.

  “You’re mine now, so I’m not going to hold back, princess,” he growled beside her ear.

  She laughed. “I would be immensely disappointed if you did.” She hooked her legs under his in a Jiu-Jitsu hold and flipped him over so she was straddling his hips. She hadn’t been wearing a bra with her wedding dress, so he was able to reach up and pinch her nipple, then weigh her breasts in his hands. She gasped a little and writhed over him in exactly the way she knew would drive him crazy. Her hips were killer, always had been, so precise in their movement, so intentional. Just the feeling of her grinding against him had him on cloud nine.

  Her fingers traced down his neck, over his collar bone, down the sides of his chest, over his ribs, across his stomach, and then back up. He rolled his hips up into hers impatiently and hooked his thumbs through the sides of her panties. She patted his chest and leaned over his face to say, “This is my wedding night. We always fuck like animals. Tonight, you’re going to be patient because I’m going to take my time.”

  She was so hot when she thought she had the upper hand. He knew he could turn her into a mewling pleading mess if he wanted to, so he swallowed his pride and allowed her this. Her lips followed her fingertips over his chest, and he had to admit that it felt nice. More intimate and more emotionally charged. He sucked in a breath when her lips brushed over his pecs. He was fully hard and her weight and the subtle movement of her hips over him was agonizingly not enough. He didn’t complain, though, because the look on her face was worth every agony. Her honey-brown eyes were heavily lidded and looking at him like he was the most precious treasure in the world. Her plush lips parted slightly around a small smile that displayed her absolute contentment without the need for theatrics or even for words. She loved him. He could feel it radiating off her in waves that hit in time with his heartbeat.

  She kissed him, slowly but thoroughly, tasting every corner of his mouth. This kiss wasn’t a fight for control. It was a moment shared in mutual appreciation. He did love the intimacy of this, but her perfect little sigh made his dick twitch impatiently.

  She laughed, grinding her hips down just perfectly, but it wasn’t enough. He flipped her onto her back, and she squeaked in surprise. He ripped off her panties and tossed them away. She pouted. “Stop ripping all my panties!”

  He grinned. “I’ll just keep buying you new ones.” He dragged his fingers through her already dripping folds, studying the way she arched her back off the bed and wrapped her fists around the sheets. Because she was his. Undeniably and entirely his. His fingers found her clit and rolled it around, slickened by her arousal. Her mouth fell open in a perfect little moan.

  “Tease,” she complained. “Fucking tease.”

  “Look who’s talking.” He laughed softly and tugged her earlobe with his teeth. “Karma, princess.” He let his other hand wander up to cup her breast and run his fingernails over the perky bud.

  She gasped and grabbed onto his arms. She looked so hot, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could tease her. He slipped his index finger easily past her entrance and leaned down to press kisses over her chest and up her neck. She shivered around his finger and canted her hips up into him. He added another finger and curled them in a ‘come here’ motion. Her hand closed around his hair, pulling borderline painfully, but he wouldn’t stop her. He twisted and scissored his fingers inside her, allowing himself to get lost in the velvety soft texture of her inner walls, and the warm wetness that slid around his fingers and gushed over the back of his hand.

  He loved her so completely, whether she was mouthing off to his family and declaring her intentions to do exactly the opposite of what everyone expected of her or whether she was squirming underneath him with pretty little sighs and moans falling from her lips while she rocked her hips up into his hand in a search for more friction.

  She whimpered helplessly when he wouldn’t give her more. He pressed his lips against her temple. “Beg?”

  “Not a chance.” Her nails bit into his arm. She meant it, and he honestly didn’t have the patience right now to test her. He pulled his fingers from her dripping pussy and wrapped his lips around them to suck them clean. She moaned loudly. “Fuck.”

  He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop and sat up to shimmy out of his boxers. His raging erection hit his stomach as soon as it was freed. He dropped back over the top of her to kiss her. She hummed against his mouth as he slid himself through her wet folds, coating himself in her arousal.

  She pushed him away for a breath, then pushed her body for momentum, rolling them over. She swung her leg over his hip and ran her hands over his stomach and chest. He groaned. “You can’t get impatient and then tease me. That’s not fair.”

  She kissed him. “Life’s not fair.” But she took him in her hand and lined him up with her entrance. She sank down slowly until her full weight lay across his hips.

  She felt so good. Unbelievably good. So slick and tight and perfect. And she looked like a goddess with her hair worked loose from her fancy up-do and her makeup a little smudged around her eyes. Her skin glowed in the cool light filtering through the blinds over the window. The way her chest rose and fell, and her lips were kiss-bitten pink and parted around a sigh of absolute contentment. She had never been more beautiful. “You’re so hot,” he said eloquently.

  She smiled deviously and rolled her hips slightly, gasping at the sensation. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She lifted herself slowly to lower hersel
f back down equally slowly.

  He couldn’t deal with this. Not when he was inside her. Not when he could feel her fluttering around him. Not when he could hear her pulse and see her breaths raising her shoulders. He couldn’t do slowly. Not today. Not after all they had been through to get here. His hands clamped around her hips and lifted her only to slam hard back into her. She moaned out his name, and he took that as an encouragement to keep meeting the thrusts of her hips at a faster tempo.

  He was already too far gone, and if he was a little rougher than he intended, she seemed to like it. He shifted one hand so his thumb could rub harsh circles against her clit. She was close too, judging by the way she clenched around him and moaned a constant stream of expletives mixed with his name.

  She spread her hands on his chest and looked him in the eyes with more lucid intensity than should have been possible. “Alessandro.” She clenched around him as she came.

  His fingers dug into her skin, and he saw stars as she rode him through his orgasm while he chanted her name on repeat. She collapsed into his arms and he held her close, whispering into her hair how much he loved her.

  She pressed her lips against his collarbone. “I love you too.”

  35

  Lorna

  Two little pink lines stared up at Lorna. She didn’t know how she felt about those two little pink lines. They changed everything. It hadn’t been long enough. She wasn’t ready, was she? She didn’t know how Alessandro would react.