Page 83 of Mafia King's Forbidden Vows

He lifts his shoulders in a shrug. “I enjoy companionship. The body of a woman, the loyalty of a dog…but more serious and intimate things like…” he hesitates, turning away from me, “...like having kids, or a big family…it’s not the best idea for a man like me.”

His words hit me like a punch to the stomach. I turn my eyes away from him, hiding the sting of disappointment. A small voice in my heart reassures me that it’s ok, that this only confirms what I already knew. I can’t let him know about the baby.

When the sandwich is finished, Elio stands and holds out his hand. “Come on.”

My fingers slide lightly over his as his grip closes over my palm, pulling me to my feet and leading me to the bathroom and into the large shower. The exquisite space is surrounded by glass and has a tub in the middle. The entire ceiling is covered with a huge overhead panel full of spray nozzles. Steam begins to fill the space as he turns on the bathtub faucet.

“Let me help you,” he says, his voice softer now. He tugs at my veil, dropping it off just outside the glass door, then runs his palms along my sides, taking them to the zipper of my dress and pulling it down, all the while scanning my face for signs of discomfort.

I step away from the dress, now just left with my ivory lingerie.

He continues with the buttons on his shirt, taking them off one after the other while catching my lips in his. His mouth is tender on mine first, quickly turning into a rougher, passionate, urgent kiss.

With my arms wrapped around his neck, I pull him closer towards me. “Elio, I’ve had a long day today. I’m tired.”

He nuzzles my neck with his lips, “Then just don’t do anything. Just be here for me.” His tongue traces my earlobe, tickling me faintly. “I wish you weren’t tired right now. I would spank you,” he mutters before his lips latch onto mine fervently again. “I was planning on introducing you to something intense but beautiful. I wanted our wedding night to be more special than all the other times we’ve spent together…”

I wish I could tell him why I am so tired… that my heart is nearly tearing apart, pounding with the nervousness and anxiety that comes with not only being married to a mafia don but also expecting his child.

My thoughts are intercepted as he lifts me, heels, garter, and all, into the bathtub. He drags the zipper on his pants down, exposing his bulging cock against his briefs.

“Rilassati,Principessa(Relax, Princess). I’m not going to touch you unless you want it.” His voice is low and hoarse in my ears, causing warm fluid to escape the walls of my pussy.

My chest juts out, pointing my alert nipples towards his bare chest.

“You want me to touch you, eh?” he smirks.

Forgetting all the exhaustion I was feeling a minute ago, my head bobs up and down foolishly, trusting that whatever Elio has planned for me will be enough to calm the effect of the rapid banging of my heart against my chest.

A smile covers his lips as he shakes his head. “Not yet. By now, you must know that I’m only going to touch you when you beg.”

“Please…” I want to feel those rough palms caressing my exhausted body into relaxation.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Elio.”

He throws his head back, bursting into laughter.

“You’re wrong,Principessa. You’re going to get punished. Who did I say I am to you?”

Oh, I’d completely forgotten about the ‘Teacher-Student’ thing.

“I’m sorry, Teacher. Please touch me.”

“You’re learning.” A mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he grabs the bottle of shower gel off the rim of the tub, pouring a generous amount onto his palm.

When his hands come down on my body, I feel the contraction of my pelvic wall, releasing more juices from my pussy. My thighs are clamped together with unbearable desire.

Forget the shenanigans. I just want this man to take me deeply with that heavy, pulsating, and engorged dick of his till I beg him to stop.

His palms are working their way around my nipples, kneading them gently with soap until my hands are tightly gripping the rims of the tub−too tightly, that is.

The feeling of his hands moving gently on my breasts, grabbing, massaging, encircling my nipples covered in soap is ripping me apart from the inside, until my thighs part involuntarily.

I watch the delicious ripple of his abs and the mouth-watering spring of his cock as he picks up the shower attachment, running warm water on my body, sliding his hands down my thighs to ease me out of my garter and heels.

His movement is surprisingly smooth, and soon, he has my garter and heels on the other side of the bathroom floor.

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