Page 70 of Mafia King's Surprise Baby

But staying could have cost me Enzo, so I can’t regret my decision to leave. Even if Leo believed in me all along.

A sigh escapes me, and I extract myself from his arms only enough to grab his hand and start to lead him to the couches in the living area.

“Come,” I tell him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You better not,” he clips out.

It makes me laugh as much as it makes me hurt.

When we sit, I press my knee to his, knowing he’s eager for the contact between us. I take his hand and clutch it in both of mine. I do owe him answers, and there are some I can already give him. He’s being honest with me, so I need to open up, too, even if I don’t tell him everything right away.

“I found out Ardian had a girlfriend. I immediately knew I couldn’t be with him. I knew it would be a loveless marriage, but the fact he loved someone else, it meant he wouldn’t treat me right.” I swallow when I think of what he could have done to me. “I also found out he was into some sick shit.”

Leo grumbles in anger. “I saw that, too.”

“You did?” I’m surprised, but I shouldn’t have been. Leo leaves no stone unturned when he wants something, and he was out for Ardian’s blood all along.

“That’s why you ran.”

I nod, then take a deep breath. “And also because I already loved someone else, too. I took one look at you at Mattia’s wedding and it all came back to me. I couldn’t betray my heart like that.”

“Bianca,” he sighs. His large, warm hand settles over mine, and he brings our clenched hands to his lips to drop a kiss on myfingers.

I close my eyes and sigh, too, reveling in this loaded moment between us.

“Hana helped me escape,” I continue.

Leo jerks. “She knew?”

“And it’s not her fault she kept this a secret from all of you. I asked her to, and she was protecting me.”

“Where were you?” he asks.

“It doesn’t matter.”

If I tell him I was in Tokyo, he’ll figure out I was hiding as Bérénice. Hana told me she and Mattia let him on the secret of her family ties when she came over after I gave birth. I can’t have Leo put two and two together already and know I had a child. Not yet.

“You’re right,” he says. “It doesn’t. What matters is you’re back, and I’m never letting you go again.”

I turn to him, my free hand going to his cheek. His eyes close when I touch him, a look of reverence on his features as my skin meets his. It almost breaks me to see this vulnerability on him, to know he trusts me enough to let me see him so defenseless.

“Promise?” I ask softly, the word barely making it out audibly.

His keen dark eyes open to search mine, then his hand is on my jaw, long fingers threading behind my ear and into my hair, thumb brushing my cheekbone. His warmth seeps into my skin, heating up my blood, bringing to life all the places that had gonecold in the years we haven’t seen each other.

My lips part, a puff of air making it out like a gentle moan, and it seems to be all the invitation Leo was waiting for. His hand tenses on my cheek, then his head lowers as he tips my face up, his lips claiming mine in the next second.

It’s like an explosion goes off when our mouths meet. The contact takes me back four years, to the very first time he kissed me, when my world exploded into a landscape I knew would never return to whatever it was before ever again, when I became irrevocably changed.

I open under him, seeking more, welcoming his tongue when it brushes the seam of my lips, letting it slip into my mouth to taste me, to claim me, to elicit all those delectable sensations now running down my spine. My breasts grow heavy as the nipples tighten to hard peaks craving his touch, his tongue laving them, my core now pulsating with need, the emptiness inside raging to be filled by Leo, by his cock and his alone, by his loving, by his taking.

I moan against his lips, and his other arm comes around my waist as he pulls me to him. Leo reclines a little, pulling my body over his. There’s no mistaking the hardness in his pants pressing against my lower belly in this position. He wants me as much as I want him.

I return his kiss stroke for stroke, getting drunk on the taste of him, the feel of his large, solid frame under me, the possessive hold of his arm and the way his hand keeps my face just as he wants it, just as he likes it so he can plunder my mouth with his ever-deepening kiss.

This? This is where I’ve always belonged, and right now, I knowI made no mistake when I ran. The alternative would’ve been me stuck in a loveless marriage to a man I couldn’t stand having the right to take from me as he wanted. No one has this right but Leo. Me and him, we belong together. And more importantly, something ineluctable binds us together.

Our son.

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