From the night of our wedding when I learned she was a virgin, to her reaction as she learned about Jasmine, her bravery when stabbing Rocco, and her willingness of and receptiveness to the minutest ministration, her light pulled me in, swallowing me with its lifegiving brightness.
Tugging Catalina against me, she wiggled, no doubt feeling the hardness of my cock between her folds. I parted her legs, my fingers finding her silky wetness. She whimpered as I kissed her neck and opening her lower lips, slid into her tight pussy.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the way her body contracted around me. It still took her a moment to adjust but adjust she did. Catalina pushed herself back, taking me deeper.
“I wasn’t going to wake you,” I whispered, balls deep inside my wife.
Another delicious wiggle.
“I’m not complaining.”
Holding her tight against me, I found my rhythm, my hips pistoning with each thrust. My hands wandered over the softness of her beautiful skin, tweaking her nipples and kneading her breasts. “Touch yourself.”
She didn’t hesitate the way she used to. Catalina reached between her legs and began rolling her clit. Her body ignited, electricity pulsing through her veins as she tensed. Stretching my neck, I watched as her beautiful face contorted in pleasure. She was a vision to watch come undone.
To think that I could have lost her. A fierce possessiveness came to mind. This sensational woman in my arms was mine and mine alone. Whenever I considered my father’s plan, it made me wish I was the one to pull the trigger. No, the gunshot was too easy on him. My knife. I would have slit his lower abdomen, letting his intestines fall to his feet as he stared in horror. Even that wouldn’t have been enough suffering.
“Dario.”
Catalina’s cry alerted me to her impending orgasm. That and the way her body convulsed around me. A few more thrusts and I too found my release. While I could spend forever inside her, I pulled out, and rolled her toward me. Her emerald stare took my breath away as she looked up at me, and her lips curled into a satiated smile.
“I want to tell my mother,” she said, lifting a hand to my shoulder.
My hand went lower, covering her stomach. “Maybe we should wait until you’re farther along.”
“The doctor said everything is good.”
I kissed her forehead. “I didn’t plan on the alliance being solidified this soon.”
“I didn’t get pregnant by myself.”
“No, you had some help.”
Catalina’s palm came to my scruffy cheek. “I know you’re worried. We’re adding another weakness to your list of concerns.”
“I’m not worried about that. Dante and I have made certain our ranks are loyal. And after the stunt my father tried to pull, Roríguez knows I’m committed to making our alliance work.” I felt my cheeks rise. “Even your brother is acting like he doesn’t want you to gut me in my sleep.”
“Well…” She laughed before turning serious. “Em was afraid of a double cross. He wasn’t wrong. I believe he knows he can trust you.”
“Roríguez called yesterday.” This was something that had been on my mind, something I was nervous to mention to my wife.
“Did he have a reason to call?”
I scoffed, looking into her eyes. “Drug lords and capos don’t call to chat.”
Catalina sat up, tugging the sheet over her breasts and leaning against the headboard. “What did he want?”
“He thinks it’s time for Aléjandro to marry.”
Catalina’s eyes opened wide. “Jasmine. No, Dario. I know Aléjandro. He’s…” She shook her head. “He’s not a good match for Jasmine. Besides, she’s back at school, and she has years before she’ll be done.”
Words couldn’t describe how happy I was with the way Catalina opened her heart and our home to Jasmine. I’d been stupid to worry that she’d respond like my parents. My wife’s heart was too big to shut anyone out. After I became capo, Jasmine stayed with us for a time. The bond the two formed made me believe that somewhere Josie was happy. Jasmine was always her first priority. Now she was on the top of Catalina’s list, too.
“No. Jasmine isn’t ready to marry. I told him I wouldn’t let her marry until she was done with university.”
My wife sighed. “Thank you.”
“It goes without saying that Aléjandro doesn’t want to wait three more years anyway.”