Page 96 of Secret Baby for the Italian Mafia Don

She chokes back a strangled sound. We freeze.

Thaddeus shifts on the bed, some half-grumble on his lips.

The clouds peel back traitorously, spilling a silver light across the floor, the bed, inching its way over us. I hear the pounding of my heart in my ears, but I mostly feel it in my cock.

“What?” Thaddeus asks, annoyed and still half-asleep.

“Nothing.” Ava almost chokes on the syllables when she feels me smile against her skin. “I was having a dream.”

He doesn’t turn over.

We stay frozen like that for a long moment, staring into each other’s eyes. My sight’s adjusted now, and without breaking her gaze, I swipe my tongue against her cunt again. She clenches her jaw and shakes her head, but with my mouth sucking hard against her cunt, her thighs shudder open and her head falls back into the pillow. It drives pleasure straight to my cock seeing her crumble like that.

She brings her hand to her mouth and bites down on it, trying desperately to muffle herself and her breathing. Her husband-to-be is right there, half-awake, inches away from where I am groping and eating out his wife. I don’t care if she screams. I want her to. I want her to shamelessly fill the whole house up with that hot, hungry voice, telling them all how she feels for me. That would be something worth dying over. They could etch it on my fucking gravestone:

Here lies the sorry bastard who made Ava St. Clair come.

She thrashes mutely as I slow the pace, licking long, loving stripes up her cunt, from each tight fold up to her clit.

She wants to twist and squirm so badly, not even daring to breathe now.

She gasps softly and clamps her hand harder over her mouth. She gazes down at me, terror and arousal in her eyes. She’s close, her restraint slipping, her body shaking. She tries to close her legs and push me off, but I open them roughly and meet her gaze, fearless as I spread her thighs wider and hungrily rub my lips across the smooth valleys of her pussy again.

Her mouth opens, her cry silent.

There’s nothing she can do to stop herself from coming, and there’s nothing she can do to stop me from making her. This one blistering moment encapsulates everything we have ever been—just two people, doomed to need each other to the end, in all the worst ways.

She shakes in my grip, her silent breaths heaving in her chest as she falls back into her pillow, leaving her shaking legs in the air as she orgasms hard, trembling from head to toe. Pleasure glistens in her eyes and streams down her face, her hitched breaths shuddering mutely.

I lean in against her ear, daring to whisper just a few words,

“Good girl.”

I slip out of her room as silently as I came, leaving her trembling head to toe.

Over her shoulder, Thaddeus starts to snore.

27

Ava

I have changed my mind. Nico Mori is not going to be the death of me; it will be the other way around—I am going to be the death of him. Foolishly, I thought the best chance that I could give him was to stay as far away as possible. I cut him out, pushed him away, blocked him as best I could.

I thought if I did all that then maybe, just maybe, I could spare him.

But Nico won’t spare himself.

In the middle of the night, in the pitch black, with my fiancé right there and Nico’s neck already in the noose—he sneaks in and pleasures me. It’s the most agonizing and pleasureful thing I think I’ve ever experienced—lying there frozen under him, knowing that if I utter a single sound, if I move just the wrong way, the whole world will implode. I lie mute and tremblingwhile the most intense sensation of my life blisters through my belly, like being burned alive and told not to scream.

Nico’s clever tongue is the only thing that has felt good in days.

When Thaddeus is at work, everything is almost normal. I manage to have my first doctor’s appointment, where everything goes smoothly. I swap my prenatal pills into bottles of women’s multivitamins and menstrual pain relievers, where they will go untouched. I keep myself busy, always going out with Tessa or planning for the wedding. Salvatore has decided I should be married within the month, another deterrent against Nico. My swelling breasts and bulging tummy agree with him. The sooner, the better.

Thaddeus hasn’t slept with me yet.

He’s tried. Each time, I have insisted I want to wait until marriage, and though he tells me there are more ways to have sex than just intercourse, I pretend to be blushing and inexperienced, and not ready for any of it.

It makes him impatient, and he doesn’t understand what the practical difference is between sleeping together now and sleeping together in a few weeks. I tell him that it would just make me more comfortable, that I want to know the marriage is a sure thing before I give up a significant portion of my value. Only putting it in slimy business terms makes him back off and see the sense in my decision.

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