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My balls tightened. She matched my every need. My every fantasy.
“My dirty wife is so fucking eager, taking my cock,” I praised. “Your pussy wants my cum, doesn’t it?”
She whimpered, her pussy clenching around my dick like a vise.
I slid my fingers around her, between her ass cheeks and my thumb found her hole there. I circled it with gentle pressure. “I’m going to take that too,” I rasped in her ear.
“Oh, fuck.” Her back arched and her insides shuddered around my dick.
Fuck! She liked that.
I pushed the tip of my thumb inside as I continued thrusting. Her pussy clamped down on me, strangling me as she convulsed around my cock and bucking against me.
My orgasm rushed over me, stealing my breath from my lungs as my cum shot into her cunt.
We climaxed, our bodies trembling together and both of us breathing hard.
“God, sex with you is like dying and coming back refreshed,” she murmured sleepily, and I couldn’t help a choked laugh as I pulled her even closer to me.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
ChapterForty
MARGARET
Christmas dinner at my uncle’s house was a tradition.
One thing I knew for sure. It’d be my last dinner with my mother. Aside from that day Mother ambushed us in front of Luca’s restaurant, I hadn’t seen her yet. And I certainly didn’t want her around my daughter.
I’d never let her utter the words to Penelope that I had to hear growing up. That I was worthless. That she should have drowned me when I was born. Those weren’t the words any girl should hear, never mind from your own mother.
Ignoring her, I took a spot at the table. Once we were all piled around the large dining room table, the room decorated in red and gold with a large Christmas tree blinking its lights happily. It didn’t match the mood at this obnoxiously large mahogany table that could seat a party of fifty.
There was definitely no cheer at this table.
Nico Morrelli and his family were here. Cassio and Áine were here. My brothers. Nonno. And then there was my mother, the woman who hadn’t stepped foot in Uncle’s house in decades. But she was family, Uncle Jack said, so he couldn’t refuse her.
I sat across the table from my mother as she watched me with a sneer on her lips and hate in her eyes. I’d never understood why she hated me so much.
Like she couldn’t stand to look at me. Yet, she insisted on attending this dinner despite the fact she never came around to Uncle Jack’s.
“What kind of daughter doesn’t visit her mother?” she questioned. “I bet if your da was here, you’d refuse to leave my goddamn house.”
My eyes flickered to the wall where the clock showed five o’clock. She literally made it ten minutes after we sat down for our holiday dinner before she started her harping.
“Yeah, but he’s not here,” I said, keeping a rein on my temper, but my voice shook. “And we have you to thank for that. Besides, it’s not your house. It’s Da’s home. My brother’s home.”
Luca’s hand came to my thigh under the table and squeezed gently.
“Now, Margaret, you cannot blame your mother for it,” my aunt chimed in, trying to bring peace to the table. God, I wished she’d just shut her mouth. That woman would side with the devil before me. It didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. “From what I understand, that wretched Marchetti killed your father. Either way, your father is gone. If Áine and I could put the past with the King family behind us, you can put your past with your mother behind you.”
The whole table stiffened at the mention of Benito. Áine brought her juice to her lips with a slightly trembling hand. If Cassio’s looks could kill, her mother would have been dead on the spot, and suddenly I liked my brother-in-law a lot more.
My eyes never wavered from Mother. I didn’t like the look in her eyes. It was too smug. It spoke of retribution.
It was Guido, Nonno’s guard, who broke the tension and interrupted my stare down with the mother of the century.
“Do Americans always eat ham for Christmas?” he wondered.
