Page 41 of Dangerous Secrets

“Or she…” I counter, pushing his hand lower. His fingers dance over my mound, pressing on my panties until they find my clit. I arch my pelvis into his hand and moan softly as he rubs. He doesn't shy away either, pressing harder against me. His dick is swelling too, pressing against my panties in back.

He pulls my panties down and removes his boxers. His cock is swollen and red. I wrap my fingers around the base and stroke him. I love the way he moans for me, his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck me, Rome,” I whisper.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I spread my legs, resting my feet against the bed. He grabs my waist and pulls me to the edge of the bed. My eyes are on his cock as he guides it to my entrance.

“Yes,” I moan, and he begins to slide inside me. I bite my lip and wrap my arms around his shoulders. His hands grasp my hips and he pulls me to meet his thrust. He thrusts into me slowly at first, but the pace quickens as he begins to fuck me.

“Faster,” I moan, and he obeys. He fucks me hard against the bed, pushing me against the mattress so hard I can barely breathe. My toes curl and I struggle to keep my eyes open.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, and he whispers something I can’t hear. I feel his cock twitch inside me and I know he’s close. I squeeze my legs together and he slides into me harder. He thrusts into me hard and fast; each time he hits the back of my pussy. He wraps an arm around my waist and uses his hand to stroke my pussy. I arch my back and cry out as my orgasm creeps up on me. “Rome!” I groan, "I'm coming."

My pussy clenches around his cock and he thrusts into me once more before I feel him come. He groans and kisses my shoulder. I slowly come down from my orgasm, feeling Rome's hot lips on my skin. His hand brushes hair away from my face and he kisses my cheek. “You alright?” he asks.

“Yeah.” He smirks and kisses me.

“Good.” He pulls out of me and I frown. I want him to stay inside of me forever. “Sleep,” he whispers. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

I curl into a ball and he covers me, and I’m already dozing before he leaves the room. The rest of my life will be lived on the run but it’s the only life I have now. I have Rome and this baby, and I have fear. But two out of three ain’t bad. Right?

25

ROME

Istand in the doorway watching two of my brothers’ wives sit with Bianca and chat about plans for a baby shower. The smile on her face is priceless. I haven’t seen one like it in months, not that genuine anyway. Bianca has seen better days. The way her brothers search for her and haunt her is relentless. It’s been exactly three months since she told me she was pregnant, and despite the little skirmishes on the street being squelched by bigger issues, the war is not over as Dominic planned.

I sip my glass of whiskey, thankful that she is here. Their plan to “rehabilitate” her would have killed her, and if I hadn’t gotten her out of there my child would be dead. Now we are planning all the things needed to bring a child into the world. I had no idea babies need so much furniture, but the ladies all insist that all fifty things on her gift registry are essential.

She smiles up at me from across the room. Her eyes glow with emotion. She’s truly happy here for the first time in her life. Dominic has accepted her in with open arms, though he still has one of my guys watching her round the clock. I tell her it’s for her protection to keep any unwanted intrusions away, but it’s as much for our family as it is her. Her brothers represent a threat to us all now, though they’re scrambling with trying to find a new leader for the entire organization.

Just last week at one of Bianca’s prenatal checkups we had to cut and run. Her oldest brother caught on to the fact that she’s pregnant and had the clinic staked out. He’s been watching and it makes me nervous, so now she stays inside the walls of my home unless accompanied by me and riding in an armored car. I am not under any illusion that we’ll catch a fucking break any time soon, or that they will give up trying to get at her for killing their leader, but one can hope.

“Dom, would you like a refresher?” Nanette—Dominic’s wife—holds a bottle of whiskey up and I allow her to top off my glass. Today is a day of celebration for more than one reason. Bianca’s shower is this weekend and Matty has finally made a full recovery and he’s back in the game. Not only that, he’s planning to marry his woman soon, and another bundle of joy will join us in the tradition of carrying on the Gusev name.

“Thank you, Nan.” I nod at her, and she pats my shoulder.

“Bianca fits in so well, Rome. She is such a wonderful woman.” Nanette’s acceptance was hard fought. Convincing her to allow a woman who switched sides mid-war wasn’t easy, especially given how many times she killed someone in our family. But when it came down to it, her brother came into this family by similar means and with Dominic’s blessing, Bianca was accepted.

“I am quite happy she’s mine.” I sip my whiskey again as Nanette excuses herself to join the ladies and have a drink with them too. Bianca has a glass of grape juice, hand rested on her rounding abdomen. It won’t be long and she’ll bring my child into the world. It’s surreal to think that I will be a father in just a few months’ time, and on the heels of burying my father. He taught me everything he knew about parenting, though, and with my band of brothers, we’ll get through anything. Including fatherhood.

“Rome,” Dominic calls from somewhere behind me. The only one of my brothers who joined us today for lunch, I turn to see him standing in the open door to my den. He holds two cigars and a lighter.

“Have to do that outside now,” I grumble. I feel like I’m being domesticated like an animal, but Bianca—who quit smoking for the health of the baby—insists that smoking be done outdoors now.

Dominic chuckles and mutters, “You’re pussy whipped.”

I shake my head but can’t hold back a grin. “Just look at her? Wouldn’t you be?”

Moving toward him as he retreats down the hallway toward my back patio, I think of Bianca. She had everything going for her as a singer, looks, pizazz, charisma… She gave it all away to be a mother, to bear my child. She could easily have aborted and carried out her job to kill me, but in the insanity of it all, she saw something in me she needed in her life.

“Matty doesn’t know what he’s getting into, does he? All these women around are making us soft, Rome.” Dominic pushes open the back door and walks out into the crisp fall air. I let the door swing shut behind me and take a cigar from his hand.

“Not soft…” I think for a moment trying to come up with the appropriate word. “They make us human.”

They have a way of taking our stony hearts, hardened by years of killing and “business,” and softening them to have compassion and understanding. All the while, we still keep things floating, every cog wheel turning in time. Dad always said there is a right way and a wrong way to do things. We are trained killers, mercenaries, arms dealers, drug traffickers, and the list goes on. But to do so from the paradigm of what family really means, none of us knew until we found the women our souls were destined to.

“Ah, yes,” he strikes the lighter and a flame flickers to life. I watch as he holds the cigar out, flame running across the cut end, and then lifts it to his lips to take a long drag. When he hands me the lighter, I do the same.

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