AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Yes!Fuck—harder. Yes—God, just like that.Pleasedon’t stop."
I can't help the pleas that escape my lips as Roberto's fist tightens in my hair, forcing my head back until he can devour my lips and still pound into me from behind. It feels so good I could sob—and it wouldn't be the first time that happened during sex.
What can I say? My mafioso knows how to wring every last drop of pleasure from me.
"God, I love when you beg me," he groans, burying his face in my shoulder and thrusting hard again.
I grip the edge of the bathroom counter tighter and cry out as orgasmic bliss crashes into me. Then Roberto supports my weight more as he groans and comes right after me, gripping my hips and whispering tortured, delicious things in Italian.
Finally, I meet his eye in the massive bathroom mirror before us, laughing when his gaze immediately drops to my bare breasts. I feel him twitch in me and groan again.
He can't seem to get enough of my breasts right now, with the way the pregnancy has made them swell. Roberto always seems eager to get more of me any time he possibly can, which happens to be a lot now that he's stepped down as a street Don.
From what I understand, his cousin Marcus has stepped in to fill his role, which has improved and become easier to manage over the last five months.
It's because ofVitalen. It's been distributed out to the public at an increased rate ever since all the Five Families' contracts went through and flooded the streets with it. Besides becoming reliant on it, the general public is much better off—hospital visits are rare, immune diseases seem to have vanished overnight, and the Five Families are cashing out beyond anything we ever expected to keep up with the demand to get the miracle substance out to everyone who needs it.
It's given the mafia a new name, a new identity, and a new purpose. Our reputation is in the middle of shifting from whispers on the street to something positive. None of us have to worry about the violence or the old ways.
Now, I don’t feel bored like I did six months ago. I'm not just stuck in a rut, working to impress my parents and putting on an icy front with every person I meet. Instead, I spend most of my time with Roberto—and yes, much of that time is spent teasing him until he snaps and takes me hard.
"Here,Bellissima," Roberto says, helping clean me up and kissing me on the forehead before I begin buttoning my shirt back up with a shrewd look at him.
"That's the last time I accept your shoulder rub."
"You love my shoulder rubs, but we both know you want my cock more."
I roll my eyes at his cocky grin but grin back as he takes my hand and leads me from the bathroom back to our large bedroom. When he first showed me this lakehouse, I was admittedly appalled at how disorganized and dusty it was. He said he bought it on a whim to piss someone else off, and that's the most Roberto Giovanni type of thing I'd ever heard.
But I love this lakefront mansion in Chicago. It's grand and newly redecorated to fit Roberto's and my tastes, and the views are unparalleled. Plus, we visit California frequently. It's the best of both worlds.
Roberto finishes re-dressing and wanders out after me. I head right for the kitchen, of course. I'm always hungry when I'm pregnant, and lately, my cravings have all been for refrigerated apples. Not just apples, mind you. If they're not cold, they can go right to hell.
Roberto's phone buzzes from where he'd forgotten it on the sizeable marble-topped kitchen counter. He checks the caller ID and sighs. "Keller Frederick again. He's still thrilled about his wife's health drastically improving since we met with him—the guy won't shut up about it. He wants to take us boating and send us gift baskets and shit."
"What a true burden to be as appreciated as we are." I roll my eyes teasingly, cutting into the ice-cold apple. "Speaking of, Mandi wants to go on another double date again soon. She and Bruno might like the dancing restaurant where we met."
Mandi and Bruno have been in a whirlwind relationship since the Russos and the Giovannis calmed down. He started coming to California almost every weekend to be with her. They're a cute couple, between his particular, by-the-book ways and her bubbly, chatty personality.
"I'll agree to a double date if you promise I can finally fuck you in that back hallway."
I give him a look. "We're not sneaking away during a date with our friends to get it on like wild animals in a dark hallway."
"Admit it. You really want to do that now, don’t you, cutie?"
"Not even a little."
He laughs and rounds the counter to kiss me. Then, as usual, he dips down to kiss my stomach, gaze softening as he sighs contentedly. "I can't wait to meet him, Giulia."
I smile and rest a hand where our son currently feels like he's sleeping. It's a nice change from how often he's kicking around down there—or, more likely, he takes after his father and is trying to punch his way out.
"Me neither. Little Eric is already the center of my world."
"We'renotnaming him Eric," he says vehemently. "That joke is over now.
I fight back a snicker, shrugging nonchalantly.
The truth is, we can't seem to decide on a name. Our parents, who visit all the time, have their own suggestions. Of course, they're all Italian names, and all the parents are content with him having the Giovanni name, which I decided I liked over Roberto's secret billionaire moniker.
