Page 15 of The Don

“Tell. Me.” I gasp. This time it’s a command.

He wraps both arms around my waist, holding me still above him while he lifts his hips up, jackhammering into me. There’s more water spilling out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor. We’re making the biggest mess, and we don’t care.

“I want you. I want our baby. I want you to stay.”

I turn forward and reach one hand to grab the side of the tub for leverage. I shove my other hand onto the back of his head, arching my back for the best angle to slam my hips down onto him as hard as I can. “Then I’m staying,” I grind out before my voice turns into a whine. “Now, please let me come.”

He barely brushes my clit before I cry out.

He grabs my chin with his free hand and shifts my head, covering my mouth with his. Salvatore swallows the rest of my moans before slamming into me one last time.

His grunting release tastes better than I ever dreamed.

8SALVATORE

After an hourand a half with Shae, I feel like a brand-new man. That bath was especially rejuvenating. What I wouldn’t give to be able to turn my back on the rest of the world and any consequences and build something lovely and quiet right here with her. But an hour inside her doesn’t change any part of my life. In fact, every orgasm I pull from her and every innocent smile she gives me only reminds me of the danger around us, pushing me to get her as far away from this city as I can.

All too soon, there’s a knock at the door.

I leave Shae to rinse off in the shower. I whistle under my breath while I dry off, smiling as I wrap a towel around my waist. Before I leave the bathroom, my eyes dart to the partition just to get a glimpse of her silhouette behind the foggy glass one more time.

But that smile falls away once I close the bathroom door behind me. I call out to see who’s in the hallway, and the person on the other side knocks once, waits five seconds, and then knocks again.

“Padrino.”

I recognize Francesco’s voice and pull the door open. There are two suitcases at his feet.

“Quello della signora,” he says, rolling a suitcase into the apartment. “And Giulio packed this one for you. He told me to bring them here instead of the airport. He thought you might need some clothes before we took off.”

“Ovviamente lo ha fatto,” I say with a smile that apparently unnerves Francesco.

It’s not as if he’s never seen me smile, but this is different. Now that Shae is here, everything is different.

“Good, thank you.”

“Prego,” he says quickly, sounding relieved. “We called—”

I give my head a sharp shake and motion for him to leave the apartment. I follow him into the hallway, close the door most of the way, and then nod for Francesco to continue.

“We called Tommaso,” he starts, carefully, saying only as much as is necessary.

“Good.”

“We’re ready, whenever you are.”

“Did Giulio tell you who to send with me?”

“He said you’d tell me?” Francesco cringes, turning that statement into a question, clearly hating being in the middle of Giulio and me, almost as much as I’m sure Giulio hates having to take over for me while I’m gone.

I, however, find this all very amusing. “Of course, he did. Call him and tell him that this is his responsibility.”

Francesco’s face begins to redden. “Padrino?”

I can hear the fear in his voice. I don’t have the time or inclination to tell him that fear is only a weakness if you let it rule you, but he’ll learn that soon enough, one way or another. I pat him on the shoulder. “Tell him that he can call me if he has aproblem.” I put extra emphasis on that last word. Francesco gulps, just like I know Giulio will when he gets that message.

“We will be ready in half an hour,” I tell him.

Francesco nods quickly and sighs. “Is there anything else you need?”

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