Page 18 of Mafia Don's Secret Baby

“Interesting.”

I didn’t know what I’d expected. His lips hovered a centimeter from mine as one hand pressed into my ass and pulled me closer. I gasped as I felt the hardened length of him beneath his pants. “Jesus,” I whispered.

He hooked a thumb into my shorts and pulled them down until they dropped to the cool pavement beneath my feet. He lifted my shirt with his other hand, tossing it beside my shorts.

“Get in,” he demanded, pointing to the hot tub.

I bit my lip, but I didn’t argue as I took a step into the warm water and immediately dropped my body beneath it. I lifted my hair off my shoulders and put it in a partial bun atop my head, but the shortest wisps still fell free.

I watched as he peeled off his own shirt and shorts, leaving only his boxers, before he followed me.

There was no time between when he sank into the water and gripped my hips. Matteo pulled me onto his lap, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, breath catching from the familiar feeling of him between my thighs.

“You’re sure this means nothing?”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. This meant everything, and he knew it, but I didn’t bother saying the words out loud. Not even as one of his wet hands wrapped around the back of my head. His fingers knotted in the hair there, tugging my head back, as his other hand wrapped around my waist.

His lips slid across my throat in firm caresses. I became a molten puddle beneath him.

“You’ve always meant something to me Lili,” he whispered. “This doesn’t mean nothing.”

Fuck. Fuck. Did I need to set a boundary on the physical stuff, too? Probably. But right now…this felt too good. I remembered the way he’d made me feel three years ago, and he was doing it again. I could hardly remember my own name with his hands all over me. There was no setting boundaries at this moment, and I was okay with it.

I needed this.

I moaned lightly, and his arm tightened around me, hips thrusting upward.

A phone began ringing, but I could hardly think past the ecstasy of the moment. It wasn’t until his hand left my hair that I could take a breath and open my eyes. He shifted, leaning over the side of the tub and grabbing the phone from his pocket.

He put it on speaker. “This better be fucking important.”

The sound of Anthony panting through deep breaths reached my ear first. I straightened and shifted off his lap. “We’re pinned down at the warehouse on Highland. They’re making me call you, Matteo. I think it’s a–” he said. Gunfire exploded through the line. “Shit.”

The line went dead.

Chapter Seven

Lilianna Genovese

I lay beside Callum, stroking his hair as his even breathing lulled me into exhaustion. Despite the pull of sleep, though, I couldn’t bring myself to fully relax until Matteo came back this evening. I knew firsthand how deadly walking into a gunfight could be, and Matteo tended to do it often.

Despite the danger, I had to stay to avenge my brother. It was my top priority.

Would getting involved with Matteo affect that?

Maybe the call he’d gotten tonight had been a sign not to go any further with him. I thought I could handle a physical relationship and that I didn’t have to get attached. Though I didn’t want to admit it, Matteo did something to me.

Getting physical did mean something, and it was the reason I couldn’t get him out of my head. I couldn’t stop considering what could have been. So many things could have been different if I’d made different choices, and I wanted so badly to pinpoint the most important ones.

What if I’d gone to Matteo once I’d discovered I was pregnant? Would my father have demanded I marry him rather than the Russian?

I’d spent the last few days questioning every decision I’d made in the past three years, but it all came back to the safety of Callum.

I peered down at the lashes that fanned across my son’s cheekbones as he slept peacefully. His dark hair fell across the pillow, and the way he effortlessly slept said everything about his upbringing. He’s always been safe and cared for. He’s never had to question himself or worry about anything.

That alone made all my choices worth it. Even so, I couldn’t stop wondering.

A small sound from the other side of the house caught my attention, jerking me from my thoughts. I immediately glanced at my phone and found nothing from Matteo. He hadn’t left that long ago—maybe fifteen minutes? I’d sent Sophie home when I came and joined Callum in our room, and on his way out, Matteo had assured me that nobody was permitted to enter the penthouse.

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