Page 177 of Mafia and Gold Digger

All mine.

She whimpers with need as my hands glide over her skin, memorizing the feel of every inch of it beneath my fingers. Taking my time. Teasing her. Kissing up her neck and jaw as I line myself up and sink into her in one hard thrust.

She moves with me, thrust for thrust, pushing back into me as her ass bounces against me. The angle lets me go even harder, deeper with each jerk of my hips.

I cup the perfect curve of her waist, fingers splaying just slightly over the small mound of her stomach. The noises she’s making tell me I’m not going to last long at this rate. “You’re mine, Emerald. I told you that before, and now I’m gonna prove it.”

“Saint…” She’s moaning, her head falling back against my shoulder.

“Let go of the bed, baby.”

Satisfaction spreads through my chest when she immediately obeys and does as she’s told.

The need to have as little space between us as possible pounds through me like a drum, and pulling her back into me, I run my tongue up the side of her neck, tasting the salty sheen of sweat on her skin.

One hand cups her breast. The other skims down the front of her to cup between her legs. Feeling how my dick moves in and out of her as she moves back against me, I stroke her clit with my finger.

Her entire body shakes and trembles, chest heaving with ragged pants. “It’s…too much, Saint. I can’t…”

“I know, baby, but you’re going to take it,” I growl. My finger slowly teases her clit, controlled and deliberate. I can feel that she’s almost there, and I’m right there with her. Her head tilts to the side, her mouth moving toward mine. Her hips buck and grind before her eyes roll into the back of her head. I crash my mouth into hers as she screams. Her inner walls squeezing me so tight that I never stood a fucking chance.

I moan as I spill my thick seed into her. Like fire spreading through my entire body, consuming and engulfing, the waves of pleasure suffocate me until there’s nothing left except the sound of our panting.

“That was…” My head falls to her shoulder to place a soft kiss.

“Yeah.” She laughs softly, her body turning around in my arms. “Yeah, it was.”

We stay locked together for a moment before I ease from her. But the whimper she gives has me getting hard again already. Fuck, she’s going to kill me before the night is out.

“I hear the showers are pretty spacious in this suite,” she says with a sly smile.

“I like the way you think, Mrs. Veneti.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

“Good. Because I’m gonna say it at least a hundred more times tonight.”

EPILOGUE

EMERALD

I shift on the couch, trying to find some relief from the ache in my back. The all too familiar stab of pain I’ve felt all day squeezes once more. It’s annoying but manageable. It’s just a false alarm. That’s all. It’s nothing to get worked up over.

The memory of my first panic a few weeks ago pops into my mind. When the hospital had informed us that it was just Braxton Hicks, I’d been mortified when Saint held a gun to the doctor’s head until he checked a second time. I’d apologized profusely to the staff, but they reassured us that it happens a lot with first time pregnant moms—well, the Braxton Hicks thing does, but not the gun to the head thing.

I try to distract myself with something else and start to wonder how Jacquetta is doing. I wince as I think about her wedding just a short while ago which ended up with her being jilted at the altar. But that wasn’t the worst of it—because all the other things that happened after that were utterly horrific. I shudder just thinking about it all, and I resolve to call her later today to check in and see how she’s doing. She had the world at her feet. Brains, unrivaled beauty, and an impeccable background from being the Capo’s niece. I still don’t understand how it all went so wrong for her.

My eyes flicker to the clock on the wall in the den. The kids should be home soon, and then we’ll be off to have dinner in celebration of Saint’s birthday.

He told us we didn’t need to do anything, but how could we not? A rook-shaped cake—a demand from Jaspar because of the chess connection—sits in the fridge for after we get back from the steakhouse for dinner.

Another stab of pain hits me, and I bite my lip, noting for the fifth time how closer they seem to be, my breath a shallow pant as I ride the wave of it out.

I push up from the couch as I hear the door open.

“Em?”

“In the den!” Taking one step, then another, I feel something low in my stomach and a warmth between my legs. My body freezes. My eyes drift down in disbelief at the puddle on the floor. “Saint!”

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