Page 18 of Deadly Don's Baby Contract

“Good.” Marco settles back in his bed, groaning as he does. “Now, get one of the guards to fetch me at seven. They won’t release me before then.”

“Yes, sir.”

Franco leads me out of the hospital and back to the car. We start driving but don’t go back to the mansion. We end up at a park, and Franco pulls into the near-empty parking lot.

“What are we doing here,” I ask.

“The estate is still going to be full of cops. I don’t want to go back there yet.” Franco winds down the window and rests back in his seat. “ I think the last time we spoke, you were telling me about your family,” he says casually.

I bristle. “I was not.”

A slow smile spreads on his handsome face. “Sure you were. You were telling me about the Dilio family, which is just like my family. I’m sure of it.”

My heart beats faster. “There’s nothing to know. It’s just a common surname. Nothing more.”

Franco finally turns to me, and his eyes lock with mine. “Then tell me why we keep getting attacked. Why do you keep getting attacked? What are you hiding, Aria? Tell me. If I’m to keep you safe, I need to know.”

“I…nothing. I’m not hiding anything.”

Franco leans toward me. His aftershave envelops me, and his eyes hold me captive. “You can tell me the truth. I will protect you with my life. I promise.”

“Maybe…I don’t know…Don Vito might have a grudge against me.”

My heart hammers now that I’ve said it, and I wish I could take it back. I’ve already said too much. I snap my mouth shut and look away.

Franco reaches out and cups my face. “Don’t be scared. You can trust me. Whatever it is, I will help you.”

“Franco…”

I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to tell him more, but on the other hand I want to trust him. His eyes are soft and kind as he looks at me, yet they’re also full of passion. His scent draws me in, and I lean forward to kiss him. He doesn’t pull away from me, so I deepen the kiss.

He groans, and I reach up to touch his chest. The top button of his shirt is undone, so I undo the next one and slide my hand into his shirt, feeling his warm skin. Franco slides his hands up and down my back, stroking me as we kiss.

What am I doing?

I don’t know, but it feels good.

I relax into his touch, and he moves from my lips to kiss down my neck. His hands explore under my top, and he strokes my breast before he unhooks my bra. I quickly take my top off and wriggle out of my bra. Franco takes a moment to look at me before bending to take a nipple into his mouth to suck on it.

I moan and wind my hands through his hair.

“Hold on,” he whispers as he comes up for air, then fiddles with some levers by the seat, and the backrest goes right back to lie flat.

I smile at him as he lies me down. As he kisses me again, he unbuttons my jeans and slips a hand into my panties. I moan as he touches me, and he deepens our kiss. A shiver runs through me as he works my clit, but I want more.

I stop him and wriggle out of my jeans. Franco quickly takes off his, then comes back to me. His erection stands thick and proud, and I can’t wait to have him inside of me. It’s a little awkward in the narrow space of the passenger seat, but we make it work. He wraps my legs around him and lifts my hips toward him.

I’m already so wet for him that when he presses forward, he slips right in. I gasp in pleasure, and he groans aloud. I wrap my arms around his neck as he moves his hips, bending to kiss me. He’s hitting all the right spots, and I clamp my legs tightly around him as my orgasm rips through me suddenly, and he thrusts harder and harder until he comes to a shuddering climax.

We lie there, panting and sweating, with our foreheads pressed together, until he finally says, “My brother can never find out.”

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Chapter 7

Franco

I stand on the steps leading up to the house. Marco is a step above me.

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