Page 62 of Claimed By Him

“I had thrown dozens of men at Fiona. I went out of my fucking mind—” everyone laughed at Antonio dropping his head into his hand, “trying to find someone she would want to marry. But Tony? Never crossed my mind. In fact, and here’s where you girls saw something I didn’t, I truly thought they didn’t even like each other. But now that I know the truth,” he pointed at Tony, “that this man not only protected my little sister whenever she escaped the goddamn house,”—more laughter—“but also refused to let any other man close to her so that he could be the only one to ever touch her?”

Tony pressed his mouth into a flat line and leered at my smiling face. I was pretty sure that Antonio and Gio had a long chat about my and Tony’s history.

“Now, that is a man after my own heart. So, I was only too happy to accept Tony’s desperate pleas to marry her.”

“Whoohoo!” Mia called out and clapped her hands along with everyone else. “Let’s see the ring!”

I pulled my hand out of Tony’s under the table and held it up, dangling my fingers teasingly. Tony was never more right when he said that he knew me better than anyone else. The ring he chose was an argyle pink diamond in a pear cut, with a rose gold band. I honestly wouldn’t have chosen anything else myself.

Tony put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek, giving me that sexy crooked smile.

“Fiona,sorellina, there is no better man for you in my opinion. I’m ecstatic to have you staying so close to us, and I have never felt more certain that you will be safe and protected. Tony is now Don Romano, and I am very excited to be working closely with him—”

“Ah,” Tony held a hand up, “I’m going to stop you there, Don Antonio.” He stood up and looked around the group. “We’ve decided that after our wedding, we’ll be taking an extended honeymoon.”

Antonio raised his brows in question, so Tony turned to me and winked before explaining. “We’re going to spend a few months in Milan and the surrounding parts of Italy. Fiona will be doing some research and networking, and when we get back, she’ll start her own fashion brand.”

I grinned at the excited gasps of the ladies. With all this new Marchesi property in my name, I needed to go and scope it out anyway, so why not make a big deal of it? We planned to take Alex as well as his nanny with us so that we could spend a stupid amount of time in bed together and go out for romantic dinners.

I couldn’t wait to see Tony and his ripped, colorful body on the Amalfi Coast beaches, dripping the cold sea water onto my shiny, tanning body no doubt. We made a fucking gorgeous couple, if I had to say so myself. Baby Alessandro was already showing signs of surpassing us in that department with his long, black eyelashes and deep cheek dimples.

“So, fortunately for you,fratu, you’ll be working with Don Enzo for a little longer.” Tony nodded at his father. “But I’ll be back before you know it, stronger than ever with my wife and my son by my side.”

“Salute!” Huxley lifted his glass, and everyone chimed in.

Antonio walked around the table and hugged Tony, kissing his cheeks before stooping down to kiss my head. “Time to eat, everyone!”

The evening continued loudly with lots of red wine and good food. Tony’s hand kept gripping my thigh under the table, carefully pulling up my magenta pink dress—a classy halter neck designer piece with a wide, flowing skirt that reached my ankles. Tony had the hem above my knees within seconds, gently running his fingers along my inner thighs.

While Don Enzo told the table story after story, making us all crack up in laughter, I was entirely distracted by Tony edging higher and higher, and finally flicking my clit through my thong.

The small, high-pitched whimper that broke free from my chest was covered by my cough as I shifted closer to him and held his arm, letting everyone believe he was just holding my leg lovingly. They were all too engrossed in Enzo’s story to even look our way though, sitting at the far end of the table, clutching onto each other.

You see, we still hadn’t had sex yet. It had been almost 10 fucking months, and finally today, my doctor gave me the go-ahead, so we were fucking dying to be alone. I looked sideways at Tony and saw he was clenching his jaw, breathing deeply with need.

His fingers slid against my pussy, pushing between my thighs, and rubbing me sensually.

Oh, fuck. I wanted to ride him so badly. We’d been doing everything we could except actual sex—using oral sex, frantic hand jobs, and vibrating toys to get off. It fucking sucked when I’d only been with this man a handful of times, and I was dying to feel him slam into me again.

I decided that was enough. I sat forward and kissed Tony’s cheek, then whispered in his ear, “Follow me—stay far behind.”

His crooked smile grew, recognizing the words he told me right before he took my virginity. I got up and walked to the restrooms, waiting in front of the mirror in the large, unisex room meant for baby-changing and persons with disabilities. Fuck that, the restaurant was practically empty tonight but for our families and none of them needed it.

I left the door slightly ajar, so when Tony arrived, he slipped in and closed the door, sliding the lock in loudly. He looked so good tonight, wearing tailored suit pants with a tight black T-shirt that showed off his glorious pecs. He always ditched the suit jacket early in the evening because he ran hot, and oh my God, I fucking loved that about him.

In the mirror, I saw his dark eyes slide down my open back and linger on my ass. He approached me slowly, sliding his hand onto my hip.

“Oh, baby...” he said in a deep, low tone while taking my hair and pulling it over my shoulder to expose my neck. “I hope that doc knew what he was talking about because once I’m inside of you,” he dropped his face to my neck and breathed in deeply, “I’m going to fucking destroy you…”

I wasn’t worried. There were no complications, and the fact that I’d even waited six weeks was a fucking miracle. I tipped my head to the side to give him my neck, pushing my hands down against the counter, and my ass out against the bulge in his pants.

“Tony, baby,” my voice came out in a strained, hoarse murmur, “you’d better fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before. I’ve waited long enough.”

His teeth suddenly clamped my skin while his eyes burned into mine through the mirror. He kissed the spot he’d bitten and roughly pulled my dress up.

“Jesus, Fiona.” His hands found the skin of my thighs and scratched them, cupping my ass and then sliding higher to grip my hips. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, baby. To hear you say that makes my dick want to jump out of my pants.”

I took the material of my dress and bunched it up in front of me, clearing the way for him. He kept sliding his hands relentlessly against my skin, dipping down in front to cup my pussy before hooking his thumbs into my thong, and ripping them down to just under my ass.

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