Page 61 of Mafia Darling

I tensed. “What is it?”

“Francesca came to the guard room and asked for you. Said she needs to see you.”

I didn’t hesitate. She would not interrupt unless it was important. To Marco, I said, “Leave him hanging all night. Maybe that will make him more cooperative in the morning.”

Marco nodded, and I headed up the stairs and out into the night. Why would Francesca need me? Was it something to do with the baby? My heart pounded as I entered the dark kitchen, fear propelling me forward. I assumed she was upstairs. Would I need to call David to come examine her? He didn’t know anything about babies. If necessary, we would find her obstetrician, no matter the hour. Francesca and the baby were more important than anything else.

By the time I reached my bedroom, I was in a near panic.

Then I saw her.

Wearing her robe, she sat on our bed, her blond hair loose in waves around her face. I closed the door. “What’s wrong? Are you ill?”

Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. “You have blood on your shirt.”

I glanced down. My white dress shirt had a thick swipe of Enzo’s blood across it, probably from where I leaned against him. I grimaced. “Perdonami,” I said and began removing my cufflinks. I’d change into another shirt, so as to not offend her.

“No, leave it.”

The breathless tone of her voice stilled my fingers. Her chest rose and fell swiftly, and the points of her nipples were evident against the thin silk covering her. Ah, I understood. The air in the room changed, and my skin crackled like I was in the midst of a thunderstorm. “You like seeing the evidence of my work?”

“I shouldn’t,” she whispered.

That didn’t answer my question, but I let it go. “Why am I here, Francesca?”

Slowly, she lifted her left hand and I saw it. My mother’s ring. Madonna, that sight.

Mine.

Satisfaction and possession twisted through me, a darkness that had me yearning to pin her down on the floor and fuck her until she screamed. My cock began filling, lengthening in pulses that matched my heartbeat.

I didn’t bother to hide my thoughts as I slowly raked her from head to toe. “Do you know what this means?”

“Yes.”

“Then say it.”

She drew in a breath and let it out. “I belong to you.”

The words sank into my muscles, tightening them in preparation of having her at my mercy. Her pussy was mine for the rest of our lives. “That’s right. You do. And you will do whatever I say while we are in this bedroom, no?”

A slight hesitation and then she nodded.

That hesitation bothered me. Was she still angry? Or unsure about marrying me? I wanted to prove that she was ready to fully give herself to me. That she was ready to begin our games. “Stand up. Take off your robe.”

With a graceful twist of her legs, she put her toes on the ground and pushed off the bed. Her fingers loosened the belt and the silk fell from her shoulders to pool at her feet. I had seen her naked in my office a few nights ago, but I was still dazed by her beauty. Madre di Dio, I would never tire of this woman. Creamy skin and ripe tits, long legs and a tight, hot cunt . . . There was no one who could ever compare.

I ran my tongue behind my teeth, the beast inside me howling to be let out. Instead, I tried to keep my tone cool and even. “You are gorgeous, amore. A vision. I’ve missed you so fucking much.” She smiled, victorious, and took a step toward me. I held up my hand. “But I think you need a reminder of who owns you. Come here.” I pointed to my feet.

When she tried to take another step, I said, “No, Francesca. Crawl to me.”

Her smile faded, but her eyes remained dark with lust. Her hands fisted at her sides and I could see her rolling this command over in her mind. Five weeks ago she wouldn’t have hesitated and I needed that acceptance again. Otherwise I would wait until I had it, until she was ready to submit to me. Nothing less would do.

Several seconds went by. Just when I thought she would refuse, just when I thought I would need to give her more time, she did what I’d been dreaming of for five long goddamned weeks.

She gave me everything.

Carefully, she dropped to her hands and knees, then began crawling toward me.

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