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He shakes his head. “No, you should have. You were sticking up for your husband. Congratulations, by the way. I’m truly happy for you both. I know how much he loves you, Portia. It’s clear every time he looks at you. Knowing you’re married, it makes me happy.”
I smile at him. “Thank you.”
“And I swear, no more giving him shit,” he says, holding up his hands in surrender. “We’re all good now.”
I nod. “Thank you, and again, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t even sweat it, honestly. I’m not. I’ll see you both later.” He turns on his heel and walks away, but before Dario and I can make an escape, his brothers make their way toward us, Teagan and Jade hot on their heels.
“You sure kept that quiet,” Elio says with a raised brow. “When did you get married?”
“About four months ago,” I tell them as I sink into Dario’s side. “We didn’t want a fuss, just the two of us.”
Rocco nods. “I understand. I’d have preferred it that way too,” he says with a grin as he looks down at Jade. “I’m pleased for you both.” He walks toward us and pulls me into his arms, pressing a kiss to my cheeks. “Welcome to the family, Portia.”
I smile. God, it feels really good to hear that. “Thank you,” I say softly.
Both Dario and I are congratulated by Elio, Teagan, and Jade. When I get back to his side, I give him a look, letting him know it’s okay to share our news. His hand slides around my waist, resting against my stomach, and the pride on his face makes me smile.
Teagan watches us, her gaze assessing. When she notices the placement of his hand, her eyes widen and tears spring to them.
“Portia’s pregnant,” Dario tells them. “She’s twelve weeks.”
Everyone starts to congratulate us. I’m pulled into a hug by both Jade and Teagan, the girls holding me tightly as Dario is congratulated by his brothers.
“I’m so happy for you, Portia,” Teagan whispers, tears falling down her face. “So very happy. You and Dario have always had a pull, and it’s so good to see you so blissfully happy.”
I tighten my arms around her. “I love you,” I cry, tears brimming in my eyes. “So much. Thank you.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t thank me. You’re the one who saved me. You’re my sister.”
I close my eyes as the love that I feel from everyone hits me. “And you’re mine.”
“Okay, can I have my wife back?” Dario asks, and I laugh. He’s been dying to say that out loud. “We’re going home,” he says, his gaze darkening as he looks at me.
Oh, I’m in for a treat tonight, and I can’t wait.
THIRTY-FOUR
PORTIA
He’s driving me insane. His hand has been running along my inner thigh the entire way home. He damn well knows what he’s doing. He’s pushing me to the edge, dying for me to beg him to fuck me. Not tonight. No, tonight, I’m going to be in charge.
I love having sex with Dario. He’s given me pleasure I couldn’t even dream of. He’s given me everything I could have ever thought possible, and then so much more. Dario has given me a family and love. He’s given me support and protection. He may not be perfect, but for me, he’s my perfect.
When we enter the house, I’m practically panting. I’m so needy, and my panties are soaked. Dario’s smirking at me. He’s waiting, ready to pounce the moment I beg him to take me to bed and fuck me.
Instead, I move close to him, my lips pressing against his as I reach for his zipper and undo his pants. I free his cock from his pants and palm it, my hand wrapping around and squeezing it gently. His hand slides into my hair, wanting to make the kiss deeper, but I pull back. No. Not now. I have other plans.
I sink to my knees while I jerk at his cock. There’s nothing better than taking him into my mouth and driving him wild. It’s not often I get to do it, but I know that when I do, he fucking loves it. I take his cock in deep, hitting the back of my throat, before pulling back and doing it again.
“That’s it, mia bella ragazza,” he growls. “Take it all in.” He slides his hands into my hair, and I look up at him. His cock is soaked from me taking it deep into my mouth.
I relax my jaw as his fingers glide into my hair. He thrusts into my mouth, going further than before. I gag a little, and I hear Dario groan low in his throat. But I manage to breathe through my nose and take him all in.
“Christ,” he snarls as his fingers clench in my hair. “Fuck.”
I giggle around his cock, the sound muffled, and Dario releases a string of curses. Oh, he’s going to make me pay when he gets me into bed. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper again. My gag reflex kicks in, and I gag around his length before pulling back.
