Page 76 of Dark Mafia Vows

Every inch of her body is pressed against me. Every touch is a caress, each thrust is a promise to be gentle, loving...forever. She lets out another moan, her hands clenching tighter onto my shoulders. The feeling of being inside her has always been intoxicating, but nothing compares to the sheer bliss now. Fucking her hard and fast feels good. But this...this is heaven.

I stare into her eyes as my hips grind into hers. Our bodies move together in perfect strokes, matching each other like two orderly puzzles pieces. There’s no hesitation or doubt. Ourbodies fit together as one, and for the first time ever, I lose myself completely.

The orgasm that hits me is almost blinding. It comes hard and unrelenting, shaking through my entire body, leaving a tingling, buzzing sensation. I continue to slide in and out of her even as the sensation washes over me, threatening to drown me in my own bliss.

Then she gasps, her body trembling as she clings desperately to me. Her nails dig into my shoulders, sharp and painful, but I welcome the sting. Tears spill from her eyes, and something inside me tightens as I lean in to kiss them away, my chest constricting with a flood of emotions I can barely contain.

The words are right there, teetering on the edge of my tongue. This feels right. More than that—it feels perfect. It’s everything I’ve wanted for so long, everything I didn’t know I needed.

“I love you,” I confess, my voice thick with emotion as I stare deep into her tear-filled eyes.

Her eyes widen slightly as I continue. “I’ve completely fallen for you, Ginny. I have for a while now. And I thought it would be terrifying. I used to believe love was this dangerous thing that made people weak, but with you...I feel stronger. I feel alive, like I’ve become the best version of myself.”

Her eyes search mine, tears gathering in their golden-green depths. She’s silent for a long moment, just staring at me, as if she’s processing every word, every feeling I’ve just laid bare. And then, without a word, she leans in, her lips pressing softly against mine, the kiss filled with an unspoken tenderness.

But when she pulls back, she doesn’t say it back. The absence of those words cuts deeper than I expected, and for a moment, hurt surges through me like a wave, tightening in my chest. I swallow it down, forcing a soft smile as I ease myself backagainst the mattress, pulling her close, her body warm against mine.

I didn’t tell her I love her just to hear the words echoed back. No, I want her to say it when she truly means it, when every part of her heart is in it. And no matter how long it takes, I’ll wait—patiently, endlessly—for the day she tells me she loves me, too.

33

GINEVRA

Isit in the bathroom, staring at the little plastic stick in my hand, my heart pounding in my chest.

This isn’t happening. It can’t be.

But the two lines are there, staring right back at me. I blink once, twice, hoping they’ll disappear, but they don’t. A shaky exhale leaves my lips at the reality.

I’m pregnant.

One hand clutches the edge of the bathtub till my knuckles turn white. My mind spins without stopping. The second hand drifts to my stomach, and I feel a certain weight I hadn’t felt before.

A small sliver of excitement slips in, mixing with the fear swirling inside me. A baby...a life is inside me. I rub my stomach again, feeling my chest swell. We created this child—Dario and I. We made life together.

Except... this wasn’t part of the plan.

The sinking feeling returns, this time, deeper and darker than the last. I’m not ready for a baby. Heck! I’m not ready to be a mother. How can I be? I’ve barely figured life out. I’ve barely figured out exactly what my relationship with Dario is. Isit just a sham? The meticulous revenge plan Dario thought out? A business deal? Or is it real—what we feel for each other? What I feel for him?

When Dario told me he loved me a few nights ago, I froze. Those were the words I’d been waiting to hear, the words I’d wanted to tell him, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. How can I be sure that he truly loves me? How can I be sure this isn’t part of his twisted plan? To get me to fall for him, then break my heart...

You watch too many daytime soap operas, Ginny.

The plastic test kit clatters to the floor as I bury my hands in my hair, a groan slipping out of my lips.

Dario and I are supposed to be getting married in a week, and I can’t even figure anything out. I don’t know if I should be happy about this baby or not. I don’t know if I should tell Dario...whatI should tell Dario.

You have to tell him.

My hands tremble as I pick up the test from the floor and set it down on the sink beside the tub. No matter how I feel about this, I should at least give Dario the chance to know he could be a father.

I could tell him immediately, but he’s been away on a business trip for three days now, unreachable until tomorrow. But even when I can reach him, this isn’t exactly something I’d tell him over the phone. I have to tell him in person.

My chest tightens, almost to the point where I can’t breathe. I stand quickly, needing air, needing to move. The bathroom feels too small, too close. As I rush out, walking into the room, I hear a soft bark.

Piper—I’ve named her already—jumps up and down, her tail wagging in excitement. I know she wants to play, but I’m unfortunately not in the mood for that. As I head out of the roomand down the stairs toward the kitchen, she runs after me, hot on my heels as my bare feet slap against the cold marble floor.

The sun is just starting to rise, casting a soft golden light through the large windows of the house. Everything looks so peaceful, so normal, but inside me, it feels as if a storm is raging, like a bomb seconds away from exploding.

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