Page 92 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
He makes a sound, half protest, half surrender, as my mouth traces a path down his chest.
My knees touch the shower floor as I look up at him through the cascading water. His eyes widen, hands instinctively moving to my hair.
"Gabriella…"
I silence him by taking him into my mouth. His breath catches, fingers tightening in my hair.
The raw, unguarded sound he makes sends a thrill through me. It makes me feel powerful.
For a moment, I wonder if I take my time, that someday, Marco could change his mind about marriage and family.
I know it’s a dangerous thought. When I entered this situation with him, I was accepting his terms.
Yet as I worship him with my mouth, feeling his control splinter beneath my touch, I can't help but wonder if there is a way to claim his heart.
“Fuck, Gabriella….” His voice is strained as his hips move with me. His dick swells with each thrust. I press my lips tighter, increasing the friction.
“Yes… Fuck… I’m gonna come.”
I slide my fingers up his thighs and to the soft skin between his legs.
His hands shoot out, bracing against the shower walls as he groans and thrusts, his cum filling my mouth.
I suck and swallow, working to take it all. To prove to him that I can handle him in all his moods.
Because despite knowing my dreams are foolish, I want him.
I want to soothe him when he’s weary, call him out when he’s a jerk.
I want to love him like he deserves to be loved.
It’s wishful thinking, I know.
For now, I'll take what he's willing to give knowing that eventually, he’ll break my heart, not because he wants to hurt me but because he won’t let me love him.
17
MARCO
When I woke this morning, the last thing I thought would happen is Gabriella sucking my cock until my eyes cross.
My head was pounding, my mouth tasted like gym socks, and my mind struggled to piece together the fragments of the night before.
I’d drunk too much and while at the time, I’m sure I justified needing to lose myself, this morning, I chastised myself for giving in to the weakness, for losing control.
Still, waking up spooned around Gabriella’s soft curves wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it was nice and for a moment, I’d allowed myself to lie there in her warmth. I gave in to one more moment of weakness.
But then the ambush from the night before blasted back into consciousness.
The echo of gunfire. The bodies of my men. The anger at myself for walking into it.
I eased myself away from Gabriella, careful not to wake her even as all I wanted to do was give in to the peace I find lying next to her.
But that’s not who I am.
I have responsibilities.
Antonio’s business is under attack.
