Page 95 of Mafia Star

“I know, little one. The same thing terrified me.”

“I want to have faith that whatever Matteo and Enzo are doing and whatever those scrubbers are doing is enough. But I’m scared, Marco. Really scared. What if someone finds out what we did?”

“We do everything we can to make sure that never happens. I hate admitting we’re experts, but we are.”

We’re scrubbing our own bodies clean as we talk. I wash her hair, and she sighs. She lets the hot water rain down on her as I lather my hair. Once I’ve thoroughly checked that she has nothing left in her hair or under her nails, she wraps her arms around my waist.

“Marco, is this over?”

My heart lurches for a moment. I panic for just a second, fearing she means us. But I realize she means this situation.

“I don’t know. The guys who were responsible for the FBI and ATF attack have been dealt with. They’re too high up in their family for anything permanent, but they know we know. Simms is gone, and his anger stemmed from something entirely separate. Law enforcement will always be after us in some way or another. That’s the one that I still worry about.”

“Your dad and Sinead helped me last time, but what if they can’t? I remained silent, but they can compel me to testify.”

She reaches between us and strokes me as she speaks. She surprises me when she steps back and kneels down. I thought we were still talking.

“You know there’s only one way to ensure I never have to tell a soul anything about you.”

She licks the tip of my cock before running her tongue from the base to the head. She swirls it over the hole. I’m loving this, but I’m also taking her hints. However, she could knock me over with a feather the next time she speaks.

“Marco, will you marry me? I’m down on bended knee.”

She wraps her mouth around my dick and slides it down until I brush the back of her throat. I choke my answer.

“Yes.”

Her head bobs as she sucks me off. She crossed her wrists at the small of her back as she works me. I grasp her hair, tempted to pull her off, so we can talk. But holy fucking shit. It feels divine. But when I’m close, I scoop her under her arms and lift her until she wraps her legs around my waist. I back her against the shower wall and pound into her.

“Little girl, I am going to marry you. But right now, I’m going to make you scream my name as I fill you with my cum. I don’t give a shit who hears us. I said yes. You’re as good as my wife now. My cock is yours. Your pussy is mine to do with as I please. And right now, it pleases me to make my fiancée come over and over. My fiancée is going to take my cum because she’s mine. You might have beaten me to the proposal— one that I will never forget —but I’m in charge of what happens now.”

“Fuck. Yes, Daddy.”

“You feel so fucking right, Beth. Everything about you. The way it feels to hold your hand. To hug you. To kiss you. To be inside you. I will love you for the rest of my life.”

“Same, amore mio. I want you to be the last thing I see before I fall asleep and the first I see when I wake. I want to know I’m who you’re coming home to every day. I want to know that one day, all that cum you put in me is going to make us a family. I want to see you become the papa you were always meant to be in this family.”

“I want to leave you sore every morning, so every step you take reminds you of how right we are together. I want you to know every time you’re in my arms there is no righter place for me. I want you to know that I’m so fucking proud of you I could burst. And who you are is who I want to be the mom of our family.”

Our kiss is fierce. We can’t get enough as we make love. This isn’t gentle, slow loving. It’s passionate mating for life. We move together as my fingers bite into her ass, surely leaving marks to remind us both that she’s mine. Her hands roam over me, her nails leaving scratches on my back to mark her territory. I’ve never allowed that before Beth. But I’ll gladly see lines up and down my back until the day I die.

“I’m close, Daddy. May I come?”

“Yes. You asked for this first one, my sweet piccolina. But you don’t have to ask for the rest. I’m going to make you come over and over before I fuck you so hard I can’t keep from exploding.”

“Fuck me hard now.”

She digs her heels into my lower back, and I oblige. She doesn’t scream, but she moans my name every time I feel her pussy contract around me. It’s a battle of self-control not to finish too soon.

“Marco, come. Please. I need to make you come.”

She needs to know I’m enjoying this as much as her, that I need to fuck her as badly as she needs to fuck me. She needs to know she’s the one who gives me my orgasms just as much as I need to know I give her hers.

“Piccolina!”

I don’t exactly bellow, but neither am I quiet as I erupt in her. We hold each other, panting. When I feel my knees shake, I turn around and ease down to the tile floor. We sit there as the water falls over us.

“I love you, Marco. Truly. I kept thinking over and over that I’d be damned if someone was stealing my future with you. I’d be damned if anyone was going to take you from me. I love my brother and worried about him. But there wasn’t any limit to what I would have done to protect you.”

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