Page 90 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

And coming inside her felt forbidden, something I longed to do but knew I shouldn’t.

Which made it all the more appealing. My rebellious side, the one my father tried to beat out of me, rose up to whisper in her ear. “Are you eager for it? Are you ready for me to pump you full of come?”

Her mouth parted slightly as her eyelids fluttered closed. “Holy smokes, you are dirty.”

“You like it. Now answer my question.”

“You’re the one who refused last time.”

I ran my nose along her cheekbone, nuzzling her and letting her feel my breath on her skin. “Do you need it, ragazzaccia?”

I heard her swallow. “Not tonight. My period is just finishing.”

Her period.

The news sank into my belly and a flurry of conflicting emotions went with it. We were out of time. We had to start trying for a baby in the next few days or else we might miss our chance for this month. And there was only this month and next month. Two attempts to get Virga away from my sister and Emma’s father. Minchia!

I started to pull away, but Emma grabbed onto my shirt. “Giacomo, wait. I can’t lose him. I have so little time left with my father and I need every second. If I get pregnant, then Virga will leave Papà alone and I can go be with him while he dies. Don’t you understand? I can’t waste any more time.”

“What are you saying?”

She put her palm on my jaw and stroked the rough whiskers, sending little sparks into my blood. “I need to do this. I need to get back to Toronto.”

“You think I’m right. About your uncle.” I could see the truth in her steady brown gaze.

“I do. Which means I have a whole host of problems there that I need to deal with.”

No, I would be the one to deal with Virga and both Mancini brothers. Did she honestly think I’d allow my pregnant wife to walk into that situation?

Pregnant wife. I stared into her wide, doe-like eyes. This woman was sacrificing her future, her body for her father. I was doing this for Viv, but it wasn’t the same. Emma was bringing a child into the world,ourchild, and though I swore I never wanted a son or daughter, everything had now changed.

We were both pushed into a corner, but this wasn’t finished. Boxing taught me that sometimes you took a punch in order to fight back even harder. So I would get Emma pregnant, then go on the offensive and take Virga down.

She ate another bite of gelato. “I also have to deal with the university. They’re threatening to fail me.”

I reared back, surprised. “Are your grades suffering?” I knew she’d been doing online learning to keep up. Was it not working?

“It’s the labs. They’re telling me I can’t do them remotely, only in-person.” She scooped up more gelato then set the carton on the counter. “It’s nothing. I’ll figure it out. But I need to do it soon.”

I made a mental note about this as I rested my forehead against hers. “We are doing this, no?”

“I can’t see how we have a choice.”

“You are a good daughter, Emma Buscetta. I’m not sure your father deserves it.”

She moved her hand between our bodies, lower and lower, until she palmed my cock through my jeans. “Some studies show that peak male fertility occurs after one or two days after not ejaculating. So . . .”

Lust spiked like a fever in my blood at her words, and my balls constricted. “You need me to save it up for you? Is that what you need, bambina?”

She bit her lip in that innocent, embarrassed way that always made my dick hard. “Will that be a problem?”

“Only if I’m around you. Or thinking about fucking you. Or smelling you in my house.”

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. “You’ll need to keep busy outside the house for a few days, then.”

I rocked my semi into her hand. “Two. That’s all you get.” Even that would be a struggle. “But I suggest you prepare yourself. When I finally give you everything I’ve stored up, you’ll be drowning in it.”

I pushed off the cabinets, walked over to the counter, and adjusted myself in my jeans. This was going to be a long two fucking days.

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