Page 84 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
Having her in my house makes it a home, and it’s a place I’m not eager to leave.
It wouldn’t be so unpleasant if she were coming with me, but it’s too dangerous. I’d have to leave her in a guarded hotel suite the whole time anyway, and she’d be bored out of her mind, probably resorting to reorganizing the minibar or counting ceiling tiles.
Closing my suitcase, I walk out of our bedroom and find Paige in the kitchen, eating Flaming Hot Cheetos. The woman has beencraving spicy food more and more as her pregnancy progresses. It’s like the twins are throwing a party in there and demanding hot sauce.
Seeing me lugging my suitcase across the living room, she abandons the snack and comes over to me, her movements starting to show the careful waddle that comes with carrying two babies. “When do you have to leave?”
I check my watch. “Less than an hour. Make sure you get enough sleep while I’m gone. And drink enough water.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t think I need to be reminded to take long naps.”
I smile. She’s not wrong.
She’s been so tired lately she barely works anymore—she cut her hours at the transcription job down to almost nothing. I’ve told her more than once she should quit, but she won’t.
She doesn’t even like the damn job, but I think the idea of depending on me completely makes her uneasy. She’s not paying for anything now, but making her own money still seems important to her.
I don’t love it—but I’m trying to let it go.
I’ve got a feeling that once the babies are born, she’ll give in and let me take care of everything.
Funny thing is, that’s never been something Iwantedbefore. Taking care of someone like that.
But Paige brings out a side of me I didn’t even know existed.
“Just promise not to get into any trouble while I’m gone, okay?” I say, placing my hands on her hips, my thumbs tracing circles over the fabric of her dress.
Paige shakes her head. “You really do worry too much. You said you’d only be gone a few days.”
“Hopefully. And I’m serious. I don’t want anything to happen to you while I’m gone.” What I don’t say is that I’d tear this city apart brick by brick if I came home to find her hurt.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” she says, pulling away from me with a dismissive little wave. “Let it go.”
I don’t like her cavalier attitude. Not one bit. I grin as I stalk after her, grabbing her around the waist right before she reaches the kitchen. The predator in me awakens at her attempt to escape.
“Your snack will have to wait, baby,” I growl into her ear, feeling her shiver against me. “You’ve earned yourself a punishment and I have just enough time to deliver it before I leave.”
“Punishment? What are you talking about?”
I detect a hint of excitement in her voice, poorly disguised as confusion, and my cock becomes a steel rod pressing against her ass as I lead her back to the center of the living room.
“You don’t get to brush off my concerns,” I say, settling onto the couch and pulling her across my lap. I spread my legs to allow room for her pregnant belly to hang between them without her being too uncomfortable. I might be rough sometimes, but I’m always careful with her and our boys. “I think you’ve earned yourself a spanking.”
“What? Are you serious?”
She’s trying to sound indignant, and even tries to get off my lap, but I sense more excitement than outrage. Her body gives her away—the way she settles into position, the slight arch of her back. So, I hold her in place with my hand between her shoulder blades. Pulling up her dress, I toss it over her back, exposing black satin panties that make my mouth water.
Fuck, her ass is perfect—just begging to be reddened.
Ripping down her panties, I pull my hand back and spank her without warning. As expected, Paige lets out a startled shriek and tenses up. I rub her ass cheek to soothe her until she relaxes, my palm gliding over the smooth skin that’s already turning pink.
“Dario, seriously, you can’t do this.” There’s no conviction in her voice, just a breathless quality that tells me everything I need to know.
I smirk. “I think you like it.”
She doesn’t deny it.
Her muscles relax, and I spank her again. This time she doesn’t shriek, but she glares at me over her shoulder, her eyes blazing with defiance and desire.
