Page 115 of Luca
The feel of his skin against mine felt like a blanket of comfort. I moved my mouth down his jaw, then to his throat and a shudder rolled through him as I sucked on his pulse.
He pushed into me without a warning and I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders and arching my back to take him deeper.
A rumble came from his throat, his mouth nipping on my neck.
“You were made for me,” he rasped as he slid out of me, leaving the tip of his cock at my entrance and then thrust back in. He hit a spot so deep, so intense, that I burned like a match from the inside. “Every single inch of you.”
His pelvis ground against my clit, both of us breathing heavy. He was relentless when he fucked. Pure, unfiltered pleasure started to build.
“Never leave,” he grunted. “Fucking ever.”
My heart revolted at the idea of leaving him but my mind was already made up.
“Come inside me,” I pleaded instead, unable to answer his command. He pressed his face into my neck, fucking me mercilessly. He hit a spot so deep inside me that it took no time to reach the edge.
“I want more babies,” he growled, his hips thrusting through my orgasm and my insides clenching around him. “I want it all. With you.”
It was stupid. I just had a baby. It was risky. It was how it all started to begin with. How I ended up here with him. And yet, I needed that.
Just one more time. One last time.
ChapterForty-Three
LUCA
“Let me know when you’re back, Luca,” Marchetti said in a cool voice. “I want to introduce my sons to your daughter.”
A growl vibrated in my chest. I thought it was wise to make the wedding arrangement between our children, but now I wasn’t so sure. The thought of any boy close to my daughter didn’t bode well.
“She’s an infant.” My voice was cold and my throat burned.
“No matter. It will be good for them to get acquainted.”
A few more words and I ended the call, finding Nonno’s and Cassio’s eyes on me.
The plan was to head back to Sicily any day now, yet I didn’t know whether it was the right move. Especially after what I’d learned from Maeve yesterday.
“What does your gut tell you?” Nonno asked. I gave him and Cassio the full story and the words that had been volleyed between my wife’s mother and me. “Is it safe for Margaret and Penelope there?”
That was the goddamn problem. I just got off the phone with Marchetti, and I still couldn’t fucking tell whether he was happy to talk to me or not.
“I don’t think he knows it was Benito who started the war between the two families,” I remarked. “With my help.”
“A twelve-year-old boy,” Nonno protested. “It wasn’t your fault. If anything, it was my fault. I should have protected you better. I should have protected my Penelope better.”
“We all did the best we could,” Cassio grunted.
“Cassio is right,” I agreed. “We all failed someone. It’s what we do now that counts. If something happens to Margaret and–”
“Nothing will happen,” Nonno said in a stronger voice than I’d heard in a long time. “If we have to go to war with Marchetti, we will. First, let’s capture the traitor who keeps stealing our shipments. My gut tells me it’s not Marchetti.”
“I agree.” The issue was who’d dare steal from us. There weren’t too many of our affiliations that would dare. It left me without any suspects. “I’ve built a non-traceable device with Morrelli’s help. They are going into our shipments as we speak. With the next one that disappears, we should be able to trace it.”
“Bene.” Nonno’s eyes darted around. “When is Guido coming back?”
I shrugged. “Doesn’t he work for you, Nonno?” I mused.
Ten minutes later, Nonno and I headed back to my penthouse while Cassio rushed to his wife.
