Page 40 of The Vatican
Mattia snorted. “You’re crazy, girl. The entire family knows it.”
She looked over at Mattia. “You just refuse to see my potential,” she accused.
Mattia stood up and drank the rest of her drink. She was wise enough to know that girl time was over now that I was home. “You’re wrong,” Mattia countered. “Weallsee your potential and it’s terrifying as hell.”
“You just have no ambition, Matty,” Cira tossed back, but we all knew she was lying. Mattia Mancini would most likely be the next Holy Ghost. She and her sister, Bianca, were deadly with guns and any real weapon.
Mattia rolled her eyes. “Come on, Cira.” She winked my way. “Let’s leave the newlyweds in peace.”
Cira snorted. “Newlyweds, my ass. They’ve been tied at the hip since birth.”
Mattia grabbed Cira by the arm and dragged her along. “Come on, you nut job.” Cira grumble, but she didn’t put up a fight.
Ria laughed as they left. “Your sister is insane,” she remarked.
“Preach. Choir,” I retorted.
Ria grinned. “I sometimes wonder about the man who will marry all that one day.”
I let out a chuckle. “God help the poor bastard.” Then I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “Hi, honey. I’m home.”
Ria grabbed the lapels of my suit jacket and pulled me around until I was standing between her spread legs. “I think you can do better than that,” she muttered against my lips.
My hands found her thick hips. “Been waiting for me to get home, huh, Fiore?”
“I got home from work and had a few drinks with the girls. It only seems logical that you taking care of my other needs would come next,” she teased.
I stepped farther in between her legs. “Are there specific needs you had in mind?”
Her hands reached out, unbuttoned my suit jacket, and pushed it off my shoulders. I didn’t say anything when she noticed the lack of holster. But her hands reached around, and it was the sexiest fucking thing on earth when she pulled the gun from my waistband and set it behind her on the bar top. Every girl in the family knew her way around firearms, so safety wasn’t an issue. But I loved how she didn’t flinch whenever I was armed, which, let’s face it, was most of the time.
Her prismed gaze met mine as she said, “You know, I wouldn’t mind stripping you down and watching you jack off.”
“Jesus,” I choked out. The girl didn’t hold back in the bedroom, that’s for sure. “Baby, do you really think I’ll be able to have my dick out and not have you bouncing on it?”
Her eyes smoldered and, fuck, she was stunning. “I always want you inside me, Francisco,” she confessed in a lust-filled whisper, and I knew she meant every word. She used my first name, after all.
“Yeah?” I rasped out, my hands tightening on her hips. “Can’t get enough of my cock?”
She shook her head shamelessly. “Iachefor you,” she said, surprising me that she wanted me to know all this. I knew she was still suffering from some of the aftermath of everything that had happened and, while she gave her all in the bedroom, this is the first time she’s been vocal about what she felt for me. She begged me to fuck her all the time, but she’s never confessed to aching for me.
“Maybe we should take that honeymoon after all,” I suggested. “No work. No parents. No siblings. Just you and me and a bed.”
Her gaze fell to my lips and back up to my eyes again. “Maybe we should.”
I dropped my forehead to hers. “I want to wreck you, Luca” I said, making a confession of my own. “I want you addicted to my touch and dependent on me for everything.” It was the truth. This girl needed no man, and that’s why I wanted her to need me. “I want you to call me during the day and beg me to come home because you need what only I can give you.”
“Give it to me now,” she demanded.
“I love you, Luca,” I said.
And like the night of our wedding, she said, “Make me believe it.”
Epilogue
Francisco – (Six Months Later)~
There was no better way to wake up than to have your wife’s mouth wrapped around your cock.
