Page 93 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
The FBI is after me.
La Corona is compromised.
And I've complicated everything by crossing lines with Gabriella again.
In the shower, I douse my head, washing away the booze to clear my head.
By the time Gabriella finds me there, I've almost convinced myself that I'm in control again.
Almost. But not quite because when she came to me, worried that I was wounded, it nearly undid me. Why does she care so much, especially after how I treated her?
“I know you,” she said to me. “You deserve to be loved.”
God, I want to believe her.
There are moments when I do, when I think maybe I could have what Roman has.
Love. Light. Life.
But as soon as I let myself ponder it, I think of my father and his brutality.
I think of my mother, withering away until she was a shell of a person.
I’m a difficult man, one who doesn’t express feelings. Gabriella is strong, but I know that years of being with a man who can’t fully love would eventually break her.
But in this moment, I do my damnedest to push all that away and focus on her.
My cum fills her mouth, and I need a moment to catch my breath.
Then I pull Gabriella to her feet, crushing her against me.
My mouth finds hers in a desperate kiss that says everything I can't put into words.
How she haunts me, how she's the only light in my darkness, how I wish I could be the man she deserves.
"You're beautiful," I whisper against her neck, tasting the water on her skin as my hands skim over her lush body, stripping off her sodden pajamas.
I lower myself to my knees, my hands gripping her hips.
I want to worship her, to give her what she gives me, a moment of pure bliss where nothing exists but sensation.
When my mouth finds her clit, her gasp echoes off the tile walls. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close as I work her body with my tongue.
I know her body like a map. I've memorized every sensitive spot, every touch that makes her tremble.
I push her up and up and then move my mouth away, lightly sucking the soft skin of her thigh.
I leave a mark, branding her as mine even as I know I can’t claim her. Not fully. Not forever.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, pushing my head where she needs me most.
I give in, sucking her clit as my fingers slip inside her warm, wet body.
“Yes, oh, Marco… Yes!”
Her body shudders. Her sweet nectar fills my mouth. She cries out my name. All of it makes the ache in my chest nearly unbearable.
Rising to my feet, I gather her in my arms, her body still quivering with aftershocks. We stand under the warm spray, foreheads pressed together. There’s something different about this moment from all the others I’ve had with her. I can’t define why. All I know is that I don’t want it to end.
