Page 76 of Mafia King: Matteo
“We’ve agreed neither of us will take other lovers. I’m a man, and I have needs.” He turns to me.
My cheeks grow warm under his intense gaze. I know his needs too well. I have my own. Turning him down last night was difficult, but I needed space to adjust to the changes that were pelting me with rapid fire.
“I need to put a baby in your belly. We’ll start after the wedding. Izzy is having a baby. Wouldn’t you like to have your children together? I never expected to have an alliance with the Russians. It helps us both. You and Izzy can remain close. I’ll do some deals with Alexsei, and together, we’ll be unstoppable.” His voice is filled with purpose and promise.
A Baby is a huge decision. I wonder if our children will resemble me or a combination of both my husband and me. His dark hair and my blue eyes would be unique, but no matter what color of eyes or hair my child has, I would love them to the best of my abilities. He wants to start immediately, and he’s older than I. Most men in the family have children before they are thirty.
He takes my hands into his. “I’ve never wanted children before,” his voice hovers softly in the air between us.
He’s asking me for a baby. Surely, this means I’m special.
Walking through the bedroom door had me longing for his touch. My ovaries are salivating as my mind remembers our insatiable lust for each other. I want him to throw me on the bed and fuck me. My chest heaves at his request. The thought of him coming in me has my pussy quivering in anticipation.
“Tell me you want my child, Alena.” His words melt my heart. He’s a man who doesn’t ask. He takes. This is his way of asking me to give him what he desires.
“What about our safety? The baby’s?”
“With an ally now, we’re safer than ever. The gala event will make a statement.” The lines at the corners of his eyes lighten as he implores me for the answer he desperately wants to hear.
I’m sure it’s a relief to know he has reinforcements should a war start. With my father’s shenanigans, it might happen sooner rather than later.
His hands are soft. I don’t pull away. When I look into his eyes, desire burns inside of me. I need to feel the itch between my legs. My loins warm at his request. It’s as if I need the human connection now more than ever. He is my family. He didn’t have to ask me—he chose to. Over the past week, decisions have been made that left me feeling helpless. I’m touched that he’s considerate enough to discuss the life-changing decision before us.
“I will give you a baby, Matteo,” I whisper as I move my hand to caress his face. He leans into it before pulling my hand to his lips. He places a tender kiss on my hand. I’m stunned by the intimacy he’s demonstrated.
“Thank you,” he murmurs. My knees are weak. It’s not like a don to show emotion, and yet he has. Perhaps he’s capable of love.
He releases my hands and moves my luggage to the closet. I follow him. The tender moment has passed.
“The house is yours to decorate. Do as you see fit. Only...”
“Your study is off-limits, I get it.” I give him a weak smile.
He sets my luggage inside a closet that takes my breath away. I will only bring a few of my favorite items from my condo because this closet is impeccably designed and full of red-bottom shoes, formal gowns, and business suits. Everything has its place. Recessed lighting illuminates the clothing, and at the top is a shelf with designer handbags.
“How did you manage this?” I ask. I’m sure he’s taken care of everything here and that it will fit perfectly.
“I know people. You are an extension of me.”
Meaning—he expects me to represent his name when I leave the house. It’s back to business as usual. The tender moment has passed, and the letdown at his change in demeanor leaves me with a hangover. I’m alone again.
He takes a look around at his handiwork. His shirt is fresh, and his silver cufflinks shine under the lights. His slacks fit him to a T. I eye his firm buttocks. He’s a fine specimen.
He turns to me. “I picked up something for you today.”
“You did?”
“Yes.” He walks to the cabinet in the center of my closet and pushes something, and a jewelry box comes into view.
“It seemed something was in order for my bountiful day.” He lifts something and walks to me. He opens a square box, and inside is a silver bangle bracelet that appears to be a lock, as one side of it is narrow. It fits into the larger side as he snaps it around my wrist.
I lift my arm to observe the new piece of hardware that reminds me I’m his property. It has a stamp of the jeweler on it, and it occurs to me that he didn’t have his staff pick this out.
“I hope you like it.” He unravels the cuff of his dress shirt and shows me he’s also wearing one. How thoughtful and romantic.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “It’s very thoughtful.”
His phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket. He nods to me and states he’s heading to his study as he leaves the room.
