Page 144 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

“It doesn’t work like that. He can’t travel and it’s better to keep him at home, where he’s well cared for. I won’t be gone long stretches, but I plan to go back and forth to Toronto as much as I can.”

I hated this. I wanted to keep her here with me, every second of every day. But I also knew my wife. She had to care for others, especially her family. It was deeply embedded in her personality.

“It’s a condition of our marriage,” she added, as if I needed an ultimatum to be convinced.

“We are already married,” I couldn’t help but point out.

“I mean, if you want tostaymarried.”

“Then I’ll go with you,” I blurted, then instantly felt foolish for being so needy. “To ensure that you’re safe.”

“If that makes you feel better, marito.” She kissed my jaw, her lips feathering across my chin. “To keep me safe.”

Smart bambina. I rubbed her sides and basked in her gentle affection. “I’m going to make you very happy,” I murmured.

“You haven’t heard my other conditions, though.” Her hands went to the button of my jeans, which she popped open. Then she reached inside my briefs to clasp my semi-hard cock. Cool fingers wrapped around the shaft and pleasure sparked along my spine, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.

“Conditions?” I rasped. “Tell me.”

“Medical school and residency. Then I’ll practice medicine in Palermo somewhere.”

“As long as you give me babies along the way.”

“But—”

I thrust up into her grip and kissed her briefly. “Babies, Emmalina. Are you pregnant?”

“No,” she whispered. “I had my period in Toronto.”

“Were you disappointed?” She was breathing hard now, her fingers pressing into my firm cock. This talk was turning her on. I bet if I checked her pussy, it would be growing wet. “Answer me, bambina.”

“No. I mean, maybe. Kind of. A little bit.”

The truth sent a jolt through my balls. “I told you—making babies is the best part. I’m going to enjoy trying every second of the day with you.”

“That won’t leave much time for running your empire.”

“I will manage.” She tugged harder on my shaft, her fingers pulling on the piercing. It sent rolls of pleasure and a sharp bite of pain through every nerve ending. Minchia! That was too good. If she kept it up I might come here in the kitchen. “We will start right now.”

“Right now? But Sal and Zani are around somewhere. It’s embarrass– whoa!”

I lifted her clean off the counter and began carrying her out of the kitchen. She wrapped around me like an octopus and buried her face in my throat. I slapped her ass once. “From now on you will wear skirts and no panties in this house. I want you wet and available for me at all times.”

“I have one more condition. Don’t you want to hear it?”

I was done talking. “Whatever it is, I agree.” I started up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

She chuckled and sank her teeth into my earlobe. “You’re never allowed to remove your piercing.”

“I wouldn’t dare, mia sporcacciona e dolce moglie.”

EPILOGUE

Giacomo

Toronto, Canada

Three weeks later

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