Page 69 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

As a grown-up, I’m so glad that our family and friends are all going to be present at the wedding.

Elio even decided to allow Luca and Enzo, along with their families, to attend. Having peace among highly powerful mafia families is always preferable. They had been told sternly by Grazia not to cause any trouble. She had promised to beat them within an inch of their lives if they made so much as a peep during the wedding.

Now that I knew more about her, I recognized that she was fully capable of forcing two grown men with dangerous reputations to listen to her.

“You look beautiful,” my mother says to me, her voice thick with tears.

She appears in the reflection beside me and kisses my cheek, leaving a smudge of red lipstick. She tsks and wipes it away with a wetted-down finger and I feel like a little girl again in the most delightful of ways.

“I’m so glad that you and Papá were able to be here,” I say to my mother. I’m starting to see the resemblance between us more clearly now that I am older.

My mother is still a beautiful woman and I’m happy to be aging as well as she has.

“Our little girl, back from the dead,” she whispers. She waves a hand in front of her face and squeezes my hands gently. “I have to go find my seat and your dad before I ruin my makeup by crying again,” she tells me. “I’ll see you in just a little bit, my angel.”

I nod, my own throat closed off by emotion. I watch my mother leave the room and draw in a shaky breath.

Grazia already came and fetched Mateo to get him ready for his ring bearer duties. He was so excited that he was jumping around and asking a million questions. I have to admit that I’m glad that someone else is entertaining him for a little bit.

There’s a sudden sound in the hallway outside the hotel room door and I turn around in surprise. Grazia is supposed to come and get me when they are ready for me to walk down the aisle but I should still have another fifteen minutes to wait.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I chide Elio as he slips through the door and locks it behind him. “It’s bad luck to see me in my dress before I walk down the aisle.”

He laughs and pulls me into his arms. “That’s just superstition,” he says, kissing me.

“Even if it is, I can see that look in your devilish eyes, and you’re going to ruin my hair and makeup,” I insist, playfully pushing on him a little bit as he hugs me even closer to his body.

“I wouldn’t dare, my sweet bride. You look much too perfect for me to ruin. We will have to do this carefully,” he says. He pauses. “Unless you still aren’t…” his voice trails off.

We hadn’t had sex since the night before my accident. I had been so frail and so tired all the time that it just hadn’t occurred to me.

In the past two days, with the wedding looming, I had been so busy with preparations that I had fallen into a deep sleep nearly the instant that my head hit the pillow each night. I felt well enough today, a little tired, but no longer aching with exhaustion.

My headaches had gone away seemingly for good just a few days ago as well, which was a relief.

“I’m okay Babe, I promise. It’s been too long,” I say huskily to him as I sit on the oversized bed in the center of the hotel room leaning back onto my hands as support.

I spread my legs lewdly, eager for his touch. “But if you ruin my hair, Grazia will murder you with her bare hands.”

He laughs, and starts rummaging through the layers of my silky, white dress. “You are in here somewhere, aren’t you?” he asks as he lifts layer after layer of wedding dress out of the way.

I chuckle. “Yes, I promise that you will find me if you keep searching.

“Oh! There you are!” he exclaims reverently, his fingers brushing against my most intimate self.

I gasp, my nerve endings tingling with sudden life.

He shifts the silky thong that matches my dress out of the way and begins to French kiss my pussy with vigor, causing me to mewl softly.

My soon-to-be husband eats me out like he’s a starving man. I involuntarily grab the back of his head and I push his face into me more, as hard as I can with one hand.

I will be a happy woman if the rest of my days are spent being sucked on like a lollipop by this ravenous man. His hot, wet kisses get me painfully close to coming.

But he makes me wait for my release. He pulls his mouth away and brings his body up to lean over me slowly. He carefully lifts my dress out of the way, his narrow hips wedging up against mine.

He gazes at my exposed cunt. “Yes,” he says with a nod and a smirk. “This will do very nicely.”

I smile coyly as I watch him unbutton his pants and step out of them. He folds them carefully and places them over a nearby chair before slipping off his boxer briefs.

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