She raises herself slightly, moving her hips in a sultry dance, teasing me with the mere touch of her pussy on my skin. My cock is rock hard and straining for attention.
No matter how much I'd like to shift her on her back and plunge into her, I need to wait.
This is her moment.
She dips her hand between her legs, gathering her moisture and smearing it down my shaft. I close my eyes, acknowledging I've already lost this game.
She has me in the palm of her hand and I can only focus on not spilling myself on the spot, the visual stimulus of her body, so seductive — the epitome of femininity — already taking me to the brink.
Finally, taking mercy on me, she captures me in her hand, positioning the head at her entrance and slowly lowering herself on to my cock. Hooded eyes, mouth agape — pink and wet — she moans as I fill her, her walls snugly engulfing my cock. The sensation is unlike any other. Her channel grips me tightly, her heat welcoming me home.
"Little tigress," I gruff out when she's impaled herself to the hilt, "I love you."
Her entire face lights up, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes as she returns the words.
"I love you too, Enzo. Forever."
Hands on my chest, just under my gash, she pushes herself up, my cock slipping almost completely out of her before she slides down again. She takes a moment to find her rhythm, but soon she's riding me like we've done this a million times in the past.
She gives a tiny whimper as my cock hits her spot. My hands on her hips, her own fingers playing with her nipples, she is fully in control as she fucks me with reckless abandon.
I let her take the reins until she's clamping down on me, her pussy gripping me tighter than a glove. Her face opens up, her mouth parting on a crescent moan as she finds her release.
"Enzo," she whimpers, and it's all the encouragement I need to switch our positions, laying her on her back and pounding into her.
My fingers digging in her skin, I push deep into her, thrusting with all the pent-up longing, fucking her like a mad man. She meets me stroke for stroke, rotating her hips and clenching around me, her hands wrapped around my neck and bringing me into her for a kiss.
"You're fucking perfect," I groan just as I come, my cock jerking inside of her and filling her with my seed.
Collapsing on top of her, I roll us over so that she's laying on my chest. I hold her in my arms as I kiss her brow, my cock still twitching inside of her.
"So," she starts, her voice slightly unsure. "I guess this might be the time to tell you something," she says shyly, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
"What is it?" My brows draw up suddenly, fear gnawing at me.
"Uhm... remember that night at the ball?" she raises her head slightly to peer at me.
"Shit!" I exclaim, remembering my atrocious behavior. "Was I too rough with you?" I ask, afraid I might have unintentionally hurt her.
She shakes her head.
"No, of course not," she's quick to say, and a blush envelops her features.
She raises herself slightly until her mouth is next to my ear.
"I'm pregnant," she utters softly, her tone uncertain.
Even before I can fully digest the information, my lips stretch out into a buoyant smile.
"Pregnant," I repeat, a sense of awe engulfing me. "Tigress, that's the best thing you could have ever told me," I tell her earnestly, kissing her pert little nose.
"My god, another baby," I say in wonder.
How did I become so lucky?
Chapter Thirty
ONE MONTH LATER,
"May I have another, mamma?"
I turn to see Luca holding his empty plate and looking at me with puppy eyes, hoping that would win him another slice of cake.
"Of course you can," I ruffle his hair, taking the plate from him and cutting another slice.
"Here you go," I hand it to him, watching the happiness shine on his face.
How I love this boy!
"Thank you," he beams at me, and I can't help but return the smile.
"Will you give me a kiss, Luca?" I ask, pointing to my cheek. He looks thoughtful for a moment before smiling sheepishly, pecking me on the cheek and running away.
Chuckling at his antics I turn back to the cake, cutting two more slices and taking them with me on the couch.
Enzo's on the couch, going through some files while Luca's on the floor, watching his favorite cartoon and munching on cake.
"Want some?" I push the plate towards him, but he shakes his head, a small frown marring his forehead.
"Need to finish this," he mumbles, quickly giving me a kiss before turning his attention to the documents.
I put his plate on the table, and I start eating mine.
In the time since the funeral we've had to make a few changes, one of them being relocating.
We moved out of the Agosti house and into an apartment Midtown. Enzo had told me he'd had this apartment built specifically for us — full with an industrial oven for our favorite past-time and with enough space to raise our children. He'd wanted full autonomy from his family, even then.
Luca had taken very well to the change and we're becoming closer every day. I still can't believe that my baby is almost five, flashes of him as a baby still running through my mind. We're both getting to know each other and my heart is bursting with love for this young boy — so polite and well behaved.
I know now it's all Enzo. For so long he's been both mother and father and he's dedicated all his time to making sure our Luca grew up loved and well-adjusted.
I heard all the stories from maman Margot and she hasn't shied away from telling me just how devoted Enzo's been to little Luca, from changing his diapers, to waking up every few hours to feed him during the night, or simply taking him with him everywhere, afraid to leave him alone even for a second.
I never thought I could love him more, but when I'd found out everything he's done for me and for our baby, my heart had swelled with so much love that I'd burst into tears.
"Mamma," little Luca comes running towards me, a small book in his hands. "Can you read me this?"
"Of course," I readily agree, patting the spot next to me for him to sit. "Let's see," I say as I take the book from his hands.
He scoots closer to me, his eyes full of curiosity as he stares at the animations accompanied by text.
I start reading, and he follows attentively. I soon realize that he's trying to match my sounds with the letters, and I gently inquire if he wants to try it.
"I don't know..." He brings his thumb to his mouth, looking pensive. "I suppose I can try it," he shrugs.
I open my arms for him and he settles in my lap, my chin resting on top of his head as I prompt him to start.
"The blue rabbit..."
For all his shy reluctance, his reading abilities are superb — especially for someone his age. I try to correct him softly when he mispronounces something and praise him when he gets it right, earning myself a triumphant smile each time.
The book is small, and it doesn't take us long to finish it in one sitting.
As he reads the last word and closes the book, he's quiet, his brows knitted together in a small frown.
"Luca, is there something wrong?" I brush my hand through his curls, worried I might have upset him.
Since I'm relatively new at this mothering thing, I'm always afraid I might do something wrong, even though Enzo's assured me it's impossible.
"No, I was thinking," he turns his small face towards me, his piercing green eyes holding me on the spot.
God, he really is spitting image of his father.
"What were you thinking?"
"I like being with you mamma," he starts, his features serious, "can you please not leave me again?"
That one question breaks my heart and I bring him to my chest, holding him as I get a grip on myself. Tears are already leaking out of my eyes and I muffle a sob as I clear my throat to speak.
"I pro
mise you, Luca. I won't ever leave you again. I love you too much and I could never leave you," I tell him from the bottom of my heart.
His eyes search my face for any signs of deceit, and when he finds none, he gives me the most brilliant smile I've ever seen.
"Pinky promise?" He holds up his little finger and I wrap mine around his.
"Pinky promise," I declare, quickly giving his forehead a resounding kiss.
"I love you mamma," he says as he jumps off the couch and runs to his room.
I'm left standing there, mouth open, so shocked but so happy I can't even find the right reaction.
My little boy told me he loves me.
I may have missed the other milestones from his childhood, and even though there are still plenty to come, I think I may have experienced the most important.
He told me he loves me.
I don't even realize as Enzo draws me to his chest, hugging me as I sob, sharing with me this incredible moment.
"That's our boy, little tigress," he whispers in my hair. "We created him together."
"We did," I agree, leaning against him. "Isn't he wonderful?" I sniffle, still crying uncontrollably.
"The best. And you know why?" I shake my head.
"Because he's part of you. And you're my best," he kisses my temple, holding me close as I calm myself.
It's much later when we're alone in bed, spent from lovemaking, that we finally have a discussion that's been on Enzo's mind for a long time.
"I can give it all up, you know," he says as I lay on his chest, his cock still lodged inside of me. "The empire, the business... everything. We can move away and start a new life."
I'm silent for a minute as I digest what he's saying. I know he would. He's been trying to do that for the last five years. But that doesn't mean that the mafia will give him up.
"No," I finally speak. "I don't want you to do that, Enzo."
"Why? We'd be safe and away from a life of crime."
"We wouldn't be truly safe, and you know it." I reply.
I've had enough time to come to grips with a lot of things, one of which is the world we live in.
"If there's something I learned in these last few years," I start, slightly worried I might shock him with my changed outlook, "is that you can't do anything without power. Those with no power aim for more power, and those with power strive to maintain it. We'd always be a steppingstone for people wanting to gain power whether we want it or not."
The sole fact that he's the Agosti heir would make him a target worldwide, not to mention what the Italians would do to him for betraying Cosa Nostra.
"I don't want our children to be powerless, because I've seen exactly how the world treats those who have nothing of value to offer. I want them to be on top, and we can give them that."
"Little tigress, you realize what that means..." he trails off, taking a deep breath. "Luca will have to follow in my footsteps one day."
"He'll have your guidance. And I trust that with you as a role model he'll turn out to be an upstanding young man."
"You have a lot of trust in me, love."
"Because I know you, Enzo. And family comes first. For me, too, family is always first, and that means recognizing that we won't be better off if we leave the famiglia. We'll never have peace."
"You're right, but I don't want you to sacrifice your values just because of that."
"Enzo," I turn towards him so he can see my eyes and the conviction behind them, "my values died the moment my entire family schemed to have me killed for an extra loaf of bread. I'm not the same person I was before. I've learned to adapt to this world."
I reach out to caress his face.
"There's a spectrum to morality, dear husband. And I find that I'm ok with being in the gray zone."
"Tigress," he groans, bringing my hand to his lips for a soft kiss. "You're my heart," he says before tugging me closer to him, his mouth on mine. "We'll do it your way. But anytime you want out, I'll have a contingency plan in place. I told you, this time you take the reins."
"Oh Enzo, I don't think you realize how much I love you," I murmur against his lips.
"I do, little tigress, I do. Because I love you just as much," he wraps his arms around my torso, his cock pulsating to life inside of me, and he proceeds to show me just how much.
I TUG LUCA CLOSER TO me as we make our way down the aisle and to our designated spots. Enzo's deep in conversation with Marcello and I note Catalina on the other side, trying to fix her daughter's dress.
"Lina," I call out, and she looks up, waving us over.
Catalina had been extremely understanding when we'd told her the entire story, and she'd been quick to assure me that she's there for me if I need a friend. Given that Luca and Claudia, her daughter, are already good friends, we'd met a couple of times over the last month for coffee.
Having a female friend is... unusual. But not unpleasant.
I'd also met her sister-in-law, Assisi, today's bride, and she'd been equally as gracious in welcoming me into their fold.
I hadn't heard much about the groom, Rafaelo, except that he's Benedicto Guerra's favorite, despite being the second born. Looking around, I'm glad I don't spot Gianna, but since I'd heard she'd run away with her bodyguard a few years back, it's not that surprising.
"I'm so excited for Sisi," I say when I reach her.
"Me too. After her unexpected miscarriage, I'm so happy Marcello's allowed her to marry her lover."
Assisi's miscarriage had happened right before Chiara's funeral, and Lina had confided in me that Sisi's never been the same since.
"She'd been so full of life before... so mischievous. She was the queen of pranks. Now... we can barely get her out of bed." Lina had told me in confidence. She's been worrying about Sisi ever since.
"She'll be fine, you'll see. Once they're married, everything will be fine," I'm quick to assure her, even though my own marriage hadn't been a walk in the park.
Since Sisi and her groom already love each other, I'm confident she won't encounter the same issues I did.
The guests start trickling in and we all take our seats. I hold Luca close to me as I settle against Enzo, his sister and niece on the other side.
Since Marcello is Sisi's older brother, he's the one leading her down the aisle.
We settle in nicely and watch as the priest takes his position, with the groom placing himself in front of the altar.
Rafaelo looks dashing in his black tux and gelled hair, but even so there's just something odd about him.
He seems jittery as he waits for Sisi at the altar, continuously tapping his foot on the floor.
Benedicto leans in to whisper something in his ear and he briefly stops his erratic movements, but just as the organ music starts playing, he's back at it again.
Marcello and Sisi walk in, arm in arm, and I turn my head to look at Sisi's dress.
She looks stunning in white, her diamond headdress exquisitely complementing her light blonde hair.
Her expression, however, is anything but happy. Her mouth is drawn in a small scowl, her forehead pinched in the middle as if she's trying very hard to remember a rehearsed movement.
She certainly doesn't look like a woman about to be married to the love of her life.
"Enzo," I whisper as I turn to him. "Are you sure theirs is a love match?" I ask, confused.
"Apparently," he shrugs. "From what Lina's told me, Assisi's sworn up and down that Rafaelo is the man she loves and wants to marry," he continues.
"That," I nod towards Assisi currently taking her place next to Rafaelo, "doesn't look like a woman in love."
"And how would a woman in love look?" He asks, almost playfully.
I give him a small push before dipping my head low to whisper.
"Like I look at you," I immediately turn, a blush staining my cheeks.
His hand reaches for mine and he gives me a quick squeeze.
The priest launches into his soliloquy, and even now I can see
how frigid Sisi looks as she holds on to Rafaelo's arm.
I'm about to lean into Enzo to comment again when suddenly the entire room is flooded with smoke.
My first instinct is to grab on to Luca and take him in my arms. Enzo puts his arms over me, pushing us to the floor, and protecting us with his body. Marcello does the same with Catalina and their daughter.
Random shots start ringing out, with people screaming and running about.
The hysteria lasts a good five minutes until the smoke starts dissipating. Everyone is on the floor, slowly rising up to see what had happened.
Rafaelo is standing alone at the altar, looking around disoriented. The priest rises up from under his table, looking equally as perplexed.
"Sisi, where is Sisi?" Marcello's voice booms in the church, and everyone seems to cower as they take in his anger.
He marches to the altar, grabbing Rafaelo by the lapels and lifting him in the air.
'Where the hell is my sister?" He yells at the poor boy.
"I-I-I..." Rafaelo stammers," d-d-on't k-kn-ow. Sh-e w-w-was he-ere."
"Goddamn it!" Marcello's fist bumps into the altar table, almost breaking it.
"It's DeVille," Benedicto interjects, "it has to be!"
Considering that DeVille had tried to stop an Agosti-Guerra merger in the past, it would stand to reason they'd attempt the same with Lastra.
But how did they do it?
Enzo is quick to his feet, telling me to stay put as he's offering his help to Marcello.
Everyone is just as confused as they look around the church. There's simply no trace of Assisi. It's like she just vanished into thin air.
"Wait," Enzo calls out, bending to pick up a piece of paper, "there's a note," he lifts the paper up — a yellow post-it note — reading out loud the contents.
I seem to have misplaced my property.
Don't worry, I've now recovered it.
Laters,
XOXO
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