Page 76 of The Mafia's Surprise Gift

“This is such bullshit!” I yelled. “Do you have any idea how terrified I was, having to run for my life with Zack because you’ve brought all this shit to my door?”

“He’s my son, Mae. My enemies won’t give a shit that you want a normal life.” His hands landed on my shoulders and he pulled me close. “They won’t care that you want a nice life or a peaceful life. They won’t even care that he’s a child!”

This close, I could make out some darker flecks in his golden eyes, not that it helped calm my anger. If anything, I was growing more and more heated.

And then, suddenly, as we stood there panting into each other’s space with anger simmering under our skin like lava, something clicked.

Rocco’s mouth collided with mine in a biting, passionate kiss flared hotter by the fury burning in our hearts. I had been scared for my life and for Rocco’s. I needed to feel a connection. I needed to feel safe.

Rocco threw me down onto the couch, ripped off his shirt, and crawled over me. Again, our mouths clashed together. He tore at my clothes and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. I dragged my nails down his back and pulled at his hair as hard as I could until he gasped openly. Then it was my turn to take control of the kiss.

His hips rolled down onto mine in jerky, needy waves, so I shoved both my hands down between us and worked at his jeans. With the belt gone and his zipper down, he hoisted up my skirt and shoved my panties aside.

“You’re suck a fucking asshole,” I snapped, biting hard at his lower lip. Rocco groaned, groping my breasts through my top, and then he slid one hand around my throat.

“And you’re a stubborn bitch,” he growled out. “Quite the fucking pair, huh?”

I couldn’t answer. He shoved his thick cock inside me so quickly, I couldn’t breathe. Hooking one leg around his hip, I tightened my thigh and drew him closer.

Rocco poured all of his anger and fear into each powerful thrust he slammed into me. I used mine to bite his neck, pull his hair, and scratch his back until he hissed in pain. His cock pounded deep inside me with powerful, slow thrusts that shunted air from my lungs and nearly pushed me up the sofa if not for his hand around my throat, keeping me in place.

The fire of my anger pooled like molten iron in my core. Hands gripped tightly over my body, groped at my breasts, and squeezed my throat enough to make me breathlessly delirious. He fucked me harder, like each thrust was some kind of delicious punishment. I yanked his hair, breaking our kiss so that I could look him in the eye.

At that moment, I realized he had been as scared for Zack as I had been.

Our son.

I came with a deep, low cry as my orgasm flowed through me in deep, slow waves. It was intense, and I tossed my head back and forth, thrusting down on Rocco’s cock to keep each pulsing wave of pleasure coiling through me for longer. Then his cock twitched inside me, and the moment Rocco came, he broke our eye contact.

He sagged down against me, his hips slowing as my rippling muscles milked his orgasm right out of him.

Pinching hands became slow caresses. Bites became gentle kisses, and as Rocco laid his head on my chest, I realized what he had said during the last vocal moment of our argument.

“You… love me?”

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ROCCO

“Are you keeping the mansion?” My grandfather, Vito, asked between audible puffs of his cigar. His voice drifted from the speaker on my phone as it sat on my desk, just a foot away from where I was standing.

“I haven’t decided,” I replied, staring out the window at the vast gardens surrounding the manor. “This was Dad’s home more than it was mine. If Mom wants to keep it, then I will. Other than that…” I sighed in return, trying not to let my mind run away with me.

Keeping the mansion would be ideal if I knew we were staying here. Mae hadn’t given me much time to respond to my declaration of love as her mom had arrived home from the bingo and I’d been forced to leave Dino and a few guards with them.

But she hadn’t seemed put off by my slip-up, and it wasn’t really a slip-up when I considered just how truthful it was. I had just always planned on telling her in a much more romantic way. In the heat of an argument, it kind of fit for us, though, in a way.

But if she felt the same? If she stayed here for me? I’d keep this place in a heartbeat, move her in here with our son. Her mother too. It would be the best way to keep her safe.

Until that was decided, nothing else was concrete for me. If she went back to the city, well, I would follow.

“You have to decide these things,” Vito said after a long pause. “You need to think about the logistics of these things.”

“Why, is this place sucking up too much money?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Vito snapped. “Having a presence here kept this town safe and firmly in our territory. Moving back to the city and selling this place would remove the seal of protection your father gave to this town. While we’d save money, sure, we’d also risk losing this territory because this is not the kind of place we can do business in.”

I snorted. “You’re telling me we can’t start a drug boom here?”

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