Page 19 of Boss of Brooklyn

My hands grip her hips, pulling her back roughly before I thrust into her from behind, her body jolting forward with the force. She moans, her voice hoarse, but she presses back into me, wanting more.

“Look at you,” I growl, watching as I take her, watching her body move with every thrust. “You’re taking my cock like such a good girl. And no one else gets to have you. Ever.”

She’s trembling, her body about to fall apart, and I grab her hair, pulling her head back as I drive into her over and over again. Her moans get louder, her legs shaking as she nears her breaking point.

When she comes, her whole body shudders violently, her walls squeezing around me as she cries out. I hold her up, slamming into her one last time before I follow, groaning as I spill inside her, claiming her completely.

Her legs give out, and I catch her before she can fall, pulling her back against my chest, her breath ragged, her body weak.

“I love you,” I whisper into her ear, kissing her neck, her shoulder. “And I’ll never stop loving you.”

She turns her head, her lips finding mine in a soft, lingering kiss. “I love you, too,” she whispers, her voice still breathless, but filled with the same promise.

I hold her close, my arms wrapped tightly around her, both of us knowing that from this moment on, nothing will ever separate us again.

Epilogue

Six Months Later

Sofia

The kitchen of Nonna's is a whirlwind of activity, and I'm right in the middle of it, calling out orders and plating dishes with practiced ease. Six months have passed since Luca's grand gesture, and our restaurant has become the talk of the town. A three-month waiting list for reservations is proof of our success, but more than that, it's a testament to the love and passion we pour into every dish.

As I slide a perfectly seared branzino onto a bed of saffron risotto, I can't help but smile. This is everything I've ever dreamed of and more. The heat of the kitchen, the symphony of sizzling pans and chopping knives, the satisfied hum of diners beyond the swinging doors – it's intoxicating.

But tonight isn't just another busy Friday at Nonna's. Tonight is special.

I glance at the clock, my heart skipping a beat. My husband should be here any minute now, completely unaware of the surprise party we've planned for his birthday. I touch mystomach lightly, a secret smile playing on my lips. He has no idea about the other surprise I have in store for him.

“Sofia!” Gia's voice cuts through the kitchen noise. “He's here!”

I quickly wipe my hands on my apron and make my way to the dining room. The lights are dimmed, and our friends and family are huddled in anticipation. I position myself at the front, my heart racing with excitement.

The door swings open, and there he is. Luca, my Luca, looking devastatingly handsome in a tailored suit. His eyes widen in surprise as everyone jumps up, shouting, “Surprise! Happy Birthday!”

For a moment, he's speechless, his gaze sweeping across the room before landing on me. The love I see in his eyes makes my knees weak, even after all this time.

“Happy Birthday, amore,” I say, moving towards him.

He pulls me into his arms, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You did all this for me?” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

I nod, grinning up at him. “Of course. But that's not all.”

I can feel everyone's eyes on us, the room buzzing with anticipation. This wasn't part of the original plan, but in this moment, surrounded by all the people we love, it feels right.

“Luca,” I say, loud enough for everyone to hear, “not only is it your birthday, but...” I take a deep breath, my hand instinctively moving to my stomach. “You're going to be a daddy.”

The room erupts in cheers and applause, but I barely notice. I'm lost in Luca's eyes, watching as a myriad of emotions flashacross his face – surprise, joy, love, and a hint of fear that quickly gives way to pure elation.

“A baby?” he whispers, his hand joining mine on my still-flat stomach. “We're having a baby?”

I nod, happy tears spilling down my cheeks. “We're having a baby.”

Luca lets out a joyous laugh, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around. When he sets me down, he cups my face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away my tears. “I love you,” he says, his voice filled with awe. “I love you so much, Sofia.”

“I love you too,” I reply, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him.

The next few hours pass in a blur of congratulations, toasts, and laughter. Our friends and family surround us with love and support, and I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude. This is more than I ever dared to hope for.

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