Page 48 of Mafia Heiress
“I’m sure she’d love to come. I’m her only son and my Dad passed when I was overseas. She’s lonely.”
I feel a pang of guilt for being happy during all of this. Annette’s funeral was last week and I still feel her death so keenly. My mother too. I wonder if they’d get along?
“Don’t worry. Once you guys are married, your Ma will have more than enough family to keep her busy. Lou’s fucking mother is at my house almost every damn day. That woman is a nusance and a pain in my fucking ass.”
“Stop it. Lucia is a great lady. Even if she has that little mole problem,” I tease.
“I swear to all that is holy, if my son came out with that mole on his face, I was gonna kill Lou. Thank God my son is perfect.”
“You’re not giving Dante the best opinion of you right now,” I tease.
She almost pushes me off the stool, but Dante’s there to grab me. “If she loves you, then she needs to never worry about impressions.”
I’m pretty sure my heart exploded just then.
“Wow, you’re a keeper, huh?” Ana’s jaw is almost to the floor.
“I think he is,” I whisper, looking up into his gorgeous eyes, ready to jump him right there.
“And that’s my queue to leave. You two can work this out together. I’ll see you tomorrow for the Bachelorette party. And remember bitch, I’m sleeping over, so no men in the house after.”
She gives us a smile and kisses me on the cheek before leaving us to deal with the onslaught of decisions we’re about to make.
“I didn’t mean for her to go,” he says, running his hands through my hair and pressing me against him.
“It’s okay. I wanted to be with you anyway. Make sure everything is okay? We didn’t get to talk after .”
He kisses the tip of my nose before making his way down my cheek to my throat. My head hangs back giving him greater access and I grab onto his tight muscled arms to keep steady.
“Would you like me to demonstrate how okay we are?”
“Hmm. How much time did you say there was until the vendors got here?”
“About forty minutes.”
“That’s tight on time.”
I take his mouth into my own, letting my kiss sear our desire. His tongue darts out and I meet it with my own before wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me.
His hands are everywhere at once and I sigh in contentment. I hope that we’ll always have this chemistry between us. Being with Dante might be my new favorite pastime, but then I think of Ciro and his sausage, and the way Marcello looks at me, and everything goes mushy for a moment.
“I’m not sure I could stop,” he says, nibbling at my bottom lip.
I grasp his hands and pull him toward the bedroom. He picks me up and throws me on the bed as if I weigh nothing, covering me with his weight.
Clothes come off in a fury, and within seconds we’re both naked before each other, ready and wanting.
“Let’s see how fast I can make you come,” I tease, before rolling him over so that I’m on top. He grabs my hips and lifts me up on his already hard shaft. The sight of him ready for me is doing delicious things to my insides.
I lower myself down onto his cock, slow at first, but then remembering our time constraint, I quicken my pace, taking all of him inside of me.
“God, this feels amazing,” I murmur.
He bucks his hips up to meet mine, but I steady him with my hands on his chest. Moving to the beat of his heart. Our limbs intertwine and breaths mix together as I ride him.
“Fuck me harder,” he says, digging his strong fingers into my hips.
I tuck in my hips and swirl my pussy around him, thrusting harder and faster. He reaches up, pulling me down onto his hips before he turns us around.
