Page 89 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

She inhaled sharply. “You cheated on your wife with me? You cheated—”

“No, Theresa,” I tried to talk over her.

“—on your wife with me! Pezzo di merda!”

“Wait, calm down.”

“No, I won’t calm down. You know how I feel about cheating, how I avoid married men. You should have told me.”

I dragged a hand down my face. She was right. I should have. But at the time I wanted nothing to do with Emma. “Our marriage wasn’t like that. It was arranged. I didn’t want it.”

“It doesn’t matter. You said words before God.”

“You know I don’t believe in that.”

“But I do—and your wife probably does, too! I can’t believe you did that to me. Toher.”

“Bella, listen—”

“No, I won’t listen. Lose my number. Don’t ever call me again. You and your big dick can find some other woman to suck on it, I don’t care. All I know is that it won’t be me.”

She disconnected and I tossed my phone onto the counter. Cristo, what a mess.

“She didn’t sound happy with you.”

My head snapped up as Emma wandered into the kitchen, her frame clad in tiny sleep shorts and a tank top. I immediately zeroed in on her nipples, which were visible through the thin fabric. “Eavesdropping?”

“You weren’t exactly trying to be quiet. Was that your mantenuta?”

Unsurprising that she knew the Italian word for mistress. After all, her older sister had been one until Ravazzani married her. “It was Theresa, but she isn’t my mantenuta.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” She took a carton of chocolate gelato out of the freezer. Then she found a spoon. “You called her bella.”

“Italian men call everyone bella. It means nothing.”

“I’ll be sure to remember that.” Leaning against the far counter, she opened the carton and dug her spoon inside. “Are you still sleeping with her?”

I pushed the empty plate of food away and went for my whisky. “I haven’t been with her since the night of our wedding.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you?”

“I don’t care what you believe, but it’s true. Why do you think she was yelling at me?”

She slipped a spoonful of gelato in her mouth, her lips pulled across the metal in the most delicious way. “Are there other women?”

I tried to follow the thread of the conversation when all I wanted to do was taste the chocolate on her tongue. “No.”

I watched her shoulders relax. Was she jealous? I threw back the rest of my drink and stood. “You seem relieved,piccola vergine.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore, as you well know.”

She looked adorable in her pajamas, rumpled hair, and plump kissable lips. Unable to resist her, I closed the distance between us. When I reached her I braced my hands on the cabinet above her head, caging her in. “There are other places you haven’t taken me yet, places that I’m dying to claim.”

“Those places will have to wait,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink. “Until after.”

After I gave her a baby.

My cock began to thicken as dark primal thoughts swirled in my brain. Fucking Emma had been so much better than I expected. I’d been obsessed with memories of it the last few days, reliving the way she’d taken my cock inside her for the very first time. This woman wasmine.

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