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My eyes rolled and twisted out of their fucking orbit as pleasure took over my body, my teeth biting down hard on my lip while Francesca relentlessly forced me up this stairway to heaven. Her eagerness had me on edge as well as whatever she had in her mouth that had every nerve on my cock extra sensitive.
She sucked me like a damn goddess on her knees, pulling deep, guttural groans from inside my chest. I was about to explode inside her mouth, so I hurried to gather her hair in one hand so I could see the wreckage. Fuck, just the idea of my cum dripping down her lips was enough to send me over the edge.
Francesca looked up at me again, my cock so far down her throat that her cheeks were stained with tears and runny mascara. The image of fucking perfection.
I came gloriously, my bottom lip tucked between my teeth while my hips bucked to meet every pump of Francesca’s mouth. Jesus fuck, this was amazing. She is amazing.
Francesca swallowed every drop of me before taking my cock out of her mouth and smiling like it was Christmas fucking morning. Her lips were swollen, just fucked raw, and they suited her to perfection.
“Cazzo, Francesca! Che cos’era?” Fuck, Francesca! What was that? I growled, still in a haze as I drew closer to her, just enough to kiss the fuck out of those sexy lips, taking what she had in her mouth into mine.
“Black halls. Did you enjoy it?” She replied as soon as I let her pull back.
“Enjoy it? I’m buying a fucking crate full.”
Chapter 25
Francesca
In less than twenty-four hours we had moved into the new place that Matt had picked himself, somewhere across town. Our things had been packed and moved in a blink of an eye. All the windows were swapped for security bulletproof glass, and a whole CCTV system was installed. To say he was worried was an understatement.
The Yakuza never bets to lose. If they play, they intend to win every fucking round.
Matt might as well have used duct tape to bond us together. Since the club was a hot spot right now, too, he’d used that as an excuse to work from home and have me around twenty-four-seven. Even their regular meetings were held in our new kitchen.
As controlling and obsessive as all these arrangements were, they seemed to be working. Two weeks went by since we found and killed Gio, and not a sign of the Yakuza.
A new sense of peace was finally settling in.
No more notes, no more threats.
Normality was slowly making its way into our lives, allowing us to appreciate the time we spent together, getting to know each other better as days went by, during the small breaks and free time Matt had.
I tried to help however I could, balancing the books for all the clubs and protection services. We had found that Gio was embezzling money from the company, apart from the info leaking. I could take a wild guess that the shooting at our wedding had his dirty hands all over it, too. How much more he fed to our enemies was a mystery, and every cautionary move was vital to keep everyone safe.
Because that’s the kind of leader my husband was. Loyal, respectful, and wary of his people’s well-being.
Famiglia. To Matt, each and every one of them was family. His responsibility to care for. And seeing that had a piece of my resistance breaking off into pebbles of hope.
All work aside, today was an important night for me. I knew how much Matt idolized his grandfather. When he spoke about him, it was like watching a kid talking about his all-time favorite superhero, and tonight, he had invited him over for dinner.
We met briefly at the wedding. But with the shooting and all the commotion that followed, we didn’t get much time to get acquainted better. And after that, life hadn’t allowed us a glimpse of normality until now.
Liam, Jamie, and Alison were coming, too, and I was a nervous wreck. It was similar to getting to know the parents for the first time, but in our case, we were already married.
Jitters hit me full force, thrusting me into a frenzy to impress them all. It felt like an important rite of passage, and somehow, it mattered that they all liked me, given the initial circumstances of our relationship.
I spent the whole afternoon preparing for tonight while Matt worked. I cooked all kinds of food, hoping that I could at least win Don Battaglia over by his stomach. My mother isn’t Italian, but she learned how to cook with my grandmother and passed on that precious knowledge to me.
Wine, cheese, bread, and prosciutto for entrees, along with tomato, mozzarella, and basil bruschettas. Mushroom risotto and lasagna for the main dishes, and strawberry panna cotta for dessert. All cliché, I was aware, but I couldn’t go wrong with the basics, right?
“Francesca, slow down. I think we have enough food for an entire army.” Matt chuckled as I fought against time that seemed to have flown. “We could have had someone do all of this, you know? Why are you stressing so much over this dinner?”
“What? I’m not; I just want your family to feel welcomed in our house.” I lied.
“A hug and a smile would have done exactly that.” He joked, trying to make me unwind.
“Shut up! Come on, help me with those mushrooms,” I ordered, not thinking he would, but he picked up a sharp knife, and in under a minute, I had my mushrooms evenly cut. “Wow, Chef Battaglia, that was quick and efficient.”
