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“Piccola,” he groaned right before he thrust into me—no easing in for him. The stretch burned, but only in the best way. It had been a while since I’d indulged in sex, and Angelo wasn’t small. “I’d die happy right now buried in your pussy.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips as he set up a rhythm that drove him straight up against my cervix. Already, I could feel my next orgasm rising as he pounded into me, his mouth on mine, and his fingers tugging at my nipples, twisting and rubbing in alternating fashions. It felt like he was everywhere, those fingers and lips roving, nipping, sucking as he moved from spot to spot. He felt so good. I had a sense of completeness with him inside me that had been missing, and I could feel those walls that I had built up crumbling.

His hand slid between us rubbing hard on my clit, and that was what I needed to come apart. The orgasm hit me hard, stars exploding behind my eyes as my hips surged against his.

“That’s what I like, baby. To feel you come on my cock. Just what I was waiting for, my beautiful girl.”

Warmth spread through me as his come jetted into me, and he groaned, his hips jerking against me. I stilled as I watched his release, felt the flood between my thighs.

“That was …” I trailed off as he looked down at me pensively.

“Amazing.” He cupped one of my breasts. “You have glorious tits. Look at these little rosebuds.” Bending, he took one of my nipples in his mouth. “I could suck on these all day. Our children will make me jealous.”

“Children, huh? More than one?” We hadn’t discussed anything concrete, but I’d told him I chose him. To me, that meant I had committed. We hadn’t used any protection, and I hadn’t wanted to. “How many do you want?”

He pulled me to his side, frowning at the bandage on my shoulder, immediately alert to the wince I gave. He had taken as much careas he could to avoid impacting the wound, but it definitely hurt from the extra ‘activity,’ though I didn’t care.

“How’s the shoulder? Did I hurt you? Maybe you should have a pain pill? Was I too rough?” He was immediately solicitous.

“I’m fine. I promise. Answer my question.” This was important to me. It was a secret hope of mine that I’d nurtured. Even when I was young, I’d wanted to be a mother. If we ended up in a situation where Angelo didn’t want children because of his fucked up past then I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about that. Frankie had felt like that for years, not wanting children. Maybe he wouldn’t want them. If that were the case, I suppose we would adapt. Maybe I could volunteer somewhere, but that would be hard for me to accept. I bit my lip while I was waiting for his reply, anxiety swirling.

His hand slipped between my thighs, and he smirked as his fingers slid in and out of my channel. “Lots. A whole house full. I hope you’re pregnant right now. I want you knocked up. I’m going to fuck you every chance I get. How do you feel about that?” He captured my mouth and bit down on my lip. “When you’re nice and round I’ll fuck you even more. These tits. I’ll spread my come all over them. I’ll fuck you when you’re sleeping. Twenty-four-seven.”

Oh my God, the dirty talk. Nobody had ever talked to me like that before. I squirmed against his hand, rocking up against his fingers. “Yes. Yes to all of it.” The words came out like a moan. Need blazed all over again at the images that he was planting in my mind, and the thought of having his baby inside me. The idea of him taking me when I was most vulnerable. It was unexpectedly hot.

“Yeah? That’s what you want. You want me to slide my cock into that greedy pussy while you’re dreaming sweet dreams? Or you want my babies, Theo? All of it, my greedy girl?” He latched his mouth to a nipple and sucked hard, so hard that tears sprang to my eyes and he added a third finger pumping into me.

“All of it. Your babies.” Rocking my hips up he circled my clit with his thumb working it in tandem as I ground into him turned on by the thought of it all.

“That’s it. Come on,piccola. You’re so close already, aren’t you?”

I was embarrassingly close. Just on the edge already. He was stroking his cock while he worked me, his hand moving up and down his shaft while he teased my nipples.

“Not yet. You’re going to come on my cock again. I’m right there.” Sliding back into me his wet fingers gripped my ass, biting into the flesh as his cock ground into me. This time, he undulated slowly against me so deliciously that my head flopped back against the pillow.

“Just like that. Keep doing that.” He was hitting everything as his hips rolled into mine, his forehead leaning against my chin as he focused. “Yes, Angelo.” His name came on a scream that I was sure the neighbors could hear. I let go. This man was going to kill me.

“We’re going to have to change the sheets,” I said as he rolled onto his back, but his smirk was pure satisfaction. “The staff are going to think we are nymphos.”

“The staff will keep their mouths shut. I’m going to run you a bath and get you an ibuprofen.”

I watched him go. Damn. Even his ass was fine.

CHAPTER 29

ANGELO

The airoutsideFortunewas damp with the threat of rain, the kind that smelled like rust and memory. I lit a cigarette as I stood in the alley beside the club’s back entrance, letting the smoke settle into my lungs like an old friend. Quitting was a process. It wasn’t so much the nicotine, but the comfort of the cigarette between my lips and lighting the match — that first flare. My thoughts drifted far from here, back to last night with Theo.

It was everything I had dreamed it would be, and didn’t that make me a sappy son-of-a-bitch. I’d mastered the art of keeping people at arm’s length—especially women. In the mafia, women were plentiful and easy. They threw themselves at you everywhere, but last nighthad cracked something wide open. And now, I didn’t know what to do with the goddamn light pouring in.

She had finally fallen asleep, her hair tangled after the bath, her head tilted against the pillows, exposing the arc of her neck and tempting me. Theo was a blend of a goddess of mischief and heartbreak. Her body curled unconsciously into mine during the night, her hip draped over me as she slept. I couldn’t wait to tell her that she talked in her sleep. She mumbled, nothing discernible, but it was cute. Super cute. Her mouth scrunched up into a pout as she talked to herself. I stayed longer than I should have, just watching, listening to her. She seemed to be concentrating on something, and I wondered if she was dreaming of our babies or working on new dress designs. Either way, I was fascinated.

I stubbed the cigarette out against the brick and made my way into the club.

Inside, the private lounge was already buzzing, filled almost to capacity with additional capos and adjacent soldiers from our organizations. It felt like we were hurtling closer to the truth, grasping at each straw coming our way. Squeezing each piece ofterritory put pressure on whatever operation they hoped to establish here in New York, so what we were doing was working.

Conall leaned against the bar, nursing something dark, probably Irish. Maxim had claimed one of the leather chairs, legs crossed, a folder open on his lap. Ilias was the only one pacing, which meant he was ready to kill something or someone. Possibly both.

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