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I move forward a few millimeters and press my lips to hers. I can practically taste the concern on her tongue. “Don’t be so afraid, little love. I won’t get upset with you.”
She takes a deep breath and scoots a little closer to the edge of the table. I grab myself and direct my cock to her slick opening. Willow watches as it disappears inside of her. First, the tip, spreading her wide open. Then, the shaft, filling her with each inch as it stretches her to accommodate all of me.
Willow wraps her arms around my neck and tentatively meets my gaze. In her eyes are a host of emotions. Excitement, fear, arousal, anxiety.
I move inside of her slowly at first. It isn’t intentional, I am just struck dumb by her beauty. The press of her breasts against my chest. The way she gives herself to me, completely vulnerable and at my beck and call. The feeling of her arms tightening around me as her breaths become more ragged.
I must admit that having her legs wrapped around my waist does something to me. The closer to me she gets, the more feral I become. I rut into her over and over again until she’s panting heavily and thrusting back at me the best she can from her precarious position on the edge of the table.
The music can’t be heard over our cries. The strains of a violin disappear as our own chorus of moans grow louder. Willow’s eyes flutter closed and though I wish I could be what she sees when she comes, I settle for knowing that at least I’m the one that brought her to the precipice.
Willow tumbles over the edge by pressing her mouth to my shoulder. She muffles her screams into my chest as I try to resist the urgent need to follow her lead. The way her pussy clenches my cock as she orgasms nearly sends me falling down the mountain with her.
I ride it out with slower thrusts, trying to calm myself down as she moans. I know that once I come inside of her, this will all be over. Unless she can bring herself to see me again, I’ll have to let her go. She’ll walk through the doors of Bella’s and maybe never return to me.
I prolong my agony as long as I can, feasting on the pleasure that I give to her. My dick aches for release inside of her.
It occurs to me only as I near my orgasm that I’m not wearing a condom. My warm juices will coat her insides, filling her with my seed. Somewhere in the depths of my stomach is the realization that I could impregnate her. I could tie our families together in one single night.
I thrust harder, desperate to get off now. Her fingers curl into my skin as she throws her head back. Willow follows me with a second orgasm, her body milking my cock as I spurt everything inside of her and pray. I want to breed this sweet, innocent angel. I want her belly to swell with my child.
I keep myself buried in her for as long as I can. Even after I soften, even when it becomes sensitive, I stuff her full to give my seed a chance to implant. I only pull out when I can’t take it anymore. Some of my seed drips onto the table, but seeing her pussy full of my cum gets me semi-hard again. God, I can’t believe I’ve lived the last six years without her. I was supposed to do this every night for the rest of my life before that bastard Parodi got to Willow.
She said this was the only time we’d be together, but I pray that she’s wrong. I want to make her mine forever.
9
WILLOW
Istart a housekeeping list before I leave Bella’s. Though dinner is eaten in relative silence, I squirm uncomfortably in my chair.
One. Take a shower and wash off the memory of Alessandro Giovanni. It was the best sex I’ve had in my entire life, but he’s the enemy. Get rid of the smell of his cologne on my dress and his lips on mine.
Two. Burn this dress. It is nothing but trouble.
Three. Figure out what to do with Fredo. I can’t have him around anymore. If he supported me, that would be a different story entirely, but I have a feeling that he’s going to cause more trouble than he’s worth.
Four. Find a replacement for Fredo, perhaps someone that my deceased husband wasn’t close to. Someone whose loyalty will be impeachable.
Five. Alert the family that the war is over. There will be no more hitting Giovanni’s territories or killing his men. It’s over.
“You’re awfully quiet.” Alessandro’s fork sits forgotten on the side of his plate. He’s been staring at me for the last ten minutes and I’ve been carefully avoiding his gaze while forking down all the food I could force into my mouth. I’m nauseous, quite frankly, but I think that’s the guilt. “Have I upset you, Willow?”
I nearly choke on my veal. He’s far from upset me, quite the opposite in fact. My body is humming from what he did. Parts of me yearn to have him again. Other parts just want to get out of here before I throw myself in front of him and beg him to take me in. “I think it’s time for me to go, Alessandro. I want to thank you for doing business with me. I’ll be happy to see the end of this war now that we’ve reached an agreement.”
It doesn’t escape me that this war was started over my freedom. I’ll remember Alessandro fondly. In the future, the Giovannis will be the last people that I ever attack.
He is slow to nod as if he’s thinking over the words I just said. Before he has a chance to stop me, I place my fork on the table and start backing my chair up. As I rise to my feet and start smoothing out the front of my dress, I take a few deep breaths to steady myself. I’ll have to walk past employees who probably know exactly what we did in here. I’ll have to walk past guests, some I may even know. I gather my confidence with every motion of my hand on the fabric.
Alessandro doesn’t leap out of his chair to assist me. He watches me with curious eyes for a few moments until it’s clear that I’ve run out of fabric to smooth. Then he lazily gets to his feet and comes around the table. “Willow, think over my offer. Marry me. Be mine.”
His words tug the strings of the little girl inside of me that wants to be protected. I think that a life with Alessandro would be easier than going this road alone. It would be nice to have someone by my side, someone that loved me and cherished me. Someone that took care of me.
But for so many years I thought that man would be my husband. It’s only been three months since I was widowed. I haven’t lived or laughed or loved. I’ve just walked from room to room in our ostentatious mansion and wondered what comes next.Alessandro could be what comes next,says the little voice in my head.
I press it into silence as I clear my throat. “Maybe one day, but I have a duty to my family.” Ricardo’s family, technically. “We’re still picking up the pieces after the loss on their boss. I don’t know if they’d respond well to me following my desires.”
A smile pricks up the corners of Alessandro’s lips. “Your desires?” He repeats. “You desire me?”
