Page 10 of Surprise Baby for the Mafia Boss

Emelia moves her hand from my mouth and places it next to the first one on my chest, moving faster, her breath coming out in short, quick gasps that somehow make my erection even harder.

I feel the heat pulsing in my groin, knowing I’m almost there. I open my eyes and watch Emelia, her bouncing tits, her lips just slightly apart, her head thrown back in pleasure.

“I’m coming,” I growl, in case she wants to hop off, but I hope she doesn’t. I’m not wearing a condom, but I don’t want her to slow down or stop now, not when I’m so clo— I come inside of her, my body jerking and an unstoppable moan escaping my lips. As I finish coming, I feel Emelia come for the second time, this time with even more shaking, but she remains silent.

She collapses on top of me, kissing my chest and laughing softly. I close my eyes, feeling her soft, warm skin on mine. I softly graze my finger over her back, soaking in this feeling of complete contentment. She’s lying so that my dick is still inside her, and I leave it, feeling a closeness to her that I’d never imagined possible.

“I’d heard rumors, Luca Baldini, but I never expected you to be that good in bed.” Emelia says softly, but her words and her voice break the trance of post-pleasure bliss and pull me back into the moment.

I stare at the ceiling in the dark, satisfied but with a strange gnawing feeling starting to develop in my stomach. I give it a minute before I slowly pull myself out of her and sit up, forcing her to sit as well, with us ending on either end of the couch.

The rush of lust has left my body, and suddenly reality comes crashing down on me. I’m sitting in my grandmother’s beloved lookout house, surrounded by her garden, with my little sister’s best friend, and we’ve just fucked.

I look down at my naked body, all tension released, but at what cost? How would Nonna feel if she was alive? Would her bond with Emelia mean she’d be okay with me tearing off her clothes and claiming her body? How will Grazia react to this sudden development in our relationship?

I stand up and put some distance between Emelia and myself as she sits up and pulls her dress and underwear back on. She doesn’t say anything, and I’m grateful.

I grab my pants and pull them back on, glad that it’s dark in here and she can only just see me. I turn to look at her once I’m sure we’re both dressed again.

“I—I’m sorry, Emelia…I shouldn’t have let things get so carried away.” I clear my throat, but then I search her face for how she’s feeling. Did I read this situation wrong? Was she just going along with it because of her respect for me? Or was It pity? That last thought makes me feel sick.

Emelia doesn’t respond for a few minutes, and she barely moves. The air around us isn’t as heavy as I imagined it would be. It’s almost like we’ve broken a tension that’s been around for years. Her expression is blank, from what I can make out, and when she replies, her voice is steady.

“Don’t be sorry, Luca. We’re both adults and we both consented to what just happened. I don’t regret it, and I won’t in the morning either.” She stands up, and I instinctively take a step back, not wanting any more physical contact to cloud my judgment.

I'm suddenly thinking about how this affects life after today.

This isn’t one of the women I pick up at the club for a quickie. This woman spent summers with my family. She had her own room in this mansion for when she slept over, and she and Grazia told each other everything, almost like sisters.

I would never want to hurt my sister, but now that’s all I can think of—how much this could hurt her. How I might have just cost her a friendship she’s had since she started school.

I can’t believe that I’ve just fucked my sister’s childhood friend in our family’s garden lookout house on the day of my grandmother’s memorial. While her casket rests just a few steps away, in our living room.

I swear internally, cursing my own childish ways and poor self-control.

The disrespect I’ve just shown not just Nonna, but my entire family is unforgivable.

Chapter Six

Emelia

God, that was good.

I’m no virgin, but compared to what Luca had just done to me, I almost feel like I might have been.

The boys who have blindly penetrated me before were nothing like this man, who savored every second he was inside of me.

I had thought about giving myself to Luca Baldini ever since I was fifteen years old. I had even named my vibrator Luca. And yet, never had my wildest imaginations ever come up with a scene that was anything close to what I had just experienced.

He steps away from me quickly, but I don’t take any offense. I’m sure that sleeping with his sister’s best friend was not on his list of things to do today. It wasn’t necessarily on my list, either, but it sure as hell was the best part of today.

Pulling my dress back on, I look at his toned back, the muscles defined in the little bit of light around us. I can just make out the scratch marks I’ve left on that god-like back of his, and I smile inwardly at the thought of him walking around with my marks on his body for the next few days.

I can tell that Luca is fighting an internal battle right now, ashamed of the crazy sex we’ve just had because of the day, the place, and the circumstances.

His grandmother had spent so many days on this very couch, either quietly reading, or telling us kids stories about her youth, and we had just created a very different memory on it.

He looks like he hates himself and I get it. His sense of duty and what’s right will always overshadow what he truly wants for himself, but I am overjoyed and nothing can take that from me.

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