Page 87 of Dark Mafia Bride

Our tongues fight for dominance as the kiss gets deeper, wetter, hotter...

I slide one hand between her legs, and as expected, she’s already wet.

“Ettore,” she gasps when I slide two fingers into her heat. “My family...they’re just in the other room.”

“I’ll be quick,” I murmur, pumping her slowly. She bites her lower lip to hold back her moans, a pained look enveloping her face. “Or I can take you somewhere more private so I can do inappropriate things to you,” I say against her lips.

She grabs my arm in an attempt to stop me, but I can tell she wants this just as badly as I do. I slide my hand out of her pussy before bringing it up to cup her face.

“Say the word, and we are out of here.”

Someone clears their throat loudly behind us, and we both jump apart like guilty teenagers. Standing there, arms folded, and eyes narrowed, is Nonna.

“Mirabella, your mother needs her medication,” she says, but her piercing gaze is aimed squarely at me.

Mirabella scrambles away from me, her face turning a deep shade of red. “Of course, Nonna,” she mutters hastily, giving me an apologetic look before hurrying back toward the living room.

Nonna’s stare doesn’t waver, and I meet it with a defiant smirk. I don’t know exactly what Mirabella has told her family about our arrangement, but I have a feeling Nonna would strangle me if she had the chance.

Too bad for her, I’m married to her granddaughter, and no one—least of all her—will come between us for the next year.

Amused, I tilt my head in silent acknowledgment. Nonna huffs, narrowing her eyes at me before turning and walking off. I head back to the living room, sinking into the sofa as Mirabella hands her mother a bottle of capsules.

We settle back into the next movie, but in the quiet moments between the scenes, I can’t help but wish that life could stay this easy and light forever.

29

MIRABELLA

Does pregnancy make women horny?

Because honestly, that’s the only explanation I can come up with for why I can’t seem to keep my hands off Ettore. It doesn’t help that my husband’s libido is just as insatiable as mine, so I spend most nights tangled up in him, moaning and groaning his name until exhaustion finally drags me under.

The shocking thing is that we haven’t done the actual sex by penetration yet, not after our first night together. Before, I used to think that sex by penetration was the only way to reach maximum pleasure, but Ettore has introduced me to a world of unimaginable orgasms, and he’s so creative with it.

And it’s not that I don’t want him to fuck me or that we’ve never been tempted to go past our usual threshold. But whenever we get to that moment, whenever Ettore asks for permission to take it a step further, I always say no. He always respects my decision, and that worsens my guilt.

I have to tell him I’m pregnant. That’s why I haven’t been able to have sex with him. This secret that I’ve been keeping forover a month now is gnawing at my chest, and each day, I get increasingly anxious about how he’ll react when he finds out.

I know it will change everything between us, and it will definitely be for the worse. So I want to pretend for a while and enjoy this little moment of bliss because I know that eventually I won’t be able to keep it from him. I’ll start showing in a few months, and the last thing I want is for him to find out before I tell him.

I’m scrubbing my body under the warm stream of water in the shower when the door opens and Ettore slips in behind me. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as I feel his hard length press against my lower back, hot against my bare skin.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” I giggle as he leans down to nibble on my neck.

“Why not? I am your husband,” he says as his hands slide over to cup my breasts.

He just grins, unbothered. “Even better. Showering together saves time and water.”

I roll my eyes, half amused, half exasperated. “As if you’re ever going to be the one to worry about utility bills,” I retort, pushing against his chest as if I stand a chance of getting him to stop.

He smirks, his hands not slowing down. “Hey, I’m eco-friendly. And you should be, too, considering how muchenergywe’re using right now.”

I huff, throwing him a playful glare. “You’re impossible.”

Another moan slips past my lips when his hand slides down my stomach to cup my pussy in his hands.

Before he inserts his fingers inside me, I turn to face him. “Not when you’re touching me like this,” I murmur, reaching for his hair and pulling his face down to kiss him.

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