Page 108 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

Gesù, it was wrong how much I liked that. “Good. Now kiss me again,bidduzza.”

“What does that mean in your dialect?” she asked, dragging her nails over my scalp.

“Beautiful.”

She hummed and kissed me again, her mouth opening and letting my tongue find hers. There was no urgency in our kiss this time. It was a lazy tangling of tongues, and I let myself drift, stirring my hips slowly. I loved this. I didn’t want to pull out. I wished I could stay here, deep in her bare pussy, forever.

I love her.

I hadn’t believed it possible, hadn’t believed that I was capable of the emotion for anyone other than Viviana, but it was true. Sometime in the last few days I realized that I was in love with my wife.

She smoothed her palms over my shoulders. “I like when you wake me up in the middle of the night for sex.”

I pulled out and flopped onto my back beside her. “I will remember this, wife.”

“Did you find your sister?”

The tightness in my chest came flooding back, my good mood instantly gone. “No.”

“Do you have any clues? She couldn’t have gone far, right?”

“The cameras were cut, and no one claims to have seen anything. She disappeared.”

Though my eyes were closed, I could sense her staring at me in the dark. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I feel terrible.”

“I can’t stop looking until I find her—even if it means putting my hunt for Virga on hold.”

“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that.” She eased down beside me and rested her head on my shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

Was that accusation in her tone? Was she implying I was to blame somehow? “The world believes she is dead. It’s too dangerous if people know.”

“But I’m not people. I’m your wife.”

“Temporary wife,” I snapped before I could stop myself. But I wouldn’t take it back. I was too worried and tired for a rational conversation. She was the one who started this, being so sweet and irresistible. Making me love her until I couldn’t breathe.

And she’s going to leave you.

Emma didn’t want this life. She’d said it many times, and planned to take a child away from me. What was I doing, letting myself love a woman who would do that to me?

Malocchio. Cursed.

She sat up and I opened my eyes. My skin grew cold at her distance, but I still didn’t reach for her. I stared at the ceiling.

“I see,” she said calmly. “So I’m good enough to screw and bear your child, but that’s it.”

“What do you want from me? I’m letting you live here. I’m offering you protection and trying to find a way out of this marriage.”

“You’relettingme live here?” She sat up, her expression full of disbelief. “Are you for real right now?”

“Do you think I’m lying?”

“No, I think you’re being cruel, but I have no idea why. I already apologized for telling your sister about us. But if you’d trusted me with that information in the first place, I wouldn’t have been caught off guard today.”

“So this is my fault that you have a big mouth?”

“I wouldn’t put it like that, but yes.”

I couldn’t believe it. She was still trying to turn this onme. Moving sideways, I threw my legs over the edge of the mattress and stood. “You are the one who fucked up, Emma. But I haven’t once accused you or yelled at you, have I? Instead I just gave you an orgasm.”

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