Page 44 of Seized By the Mafia King
I blush. Sex is different with a growing stomach, but I have to admit, from behind has advantages. And Zane is ravenous for my body—at least as much as usual, anyway—since I’ve been visibly pregnant.
He pushes off the door, hands still in his pockets and paces over to the counter where I’m sitting.
“Are you ready to go home, little bunny?” He phrases it as a gentle question, but I know it’s nothing of the sort. It’s a heated demand for my obedience.
Reaching for my coat and making my way to him, he takes it from my hands and holds it open for me to slide into. As he tucks it closed, he makes a rumbling sound in his chest like a big cat purring and strokes over my pregnant belly. “I’d love to bend you over that counter…”
“But you won’t because you don’t want me on my feet,” I finish for him in a sing-song voice, rolling my eyes. If I had my way, he would. It’s one of the many places Zane has taken me—frequently—but he won’t anymore. For now.
“Nope.” He shrugs in that arrogant way that I find hotter than I should. “You’re taking such good care of my son, being a good girl for me and not overstraining yourself. So I get to look afteryou. And that means getting you home and putting your feet up. And then…”
“And then?” A frisson goes through me at his words.
His chuckle is downright wicked. “Ah, well. Once you’re horizontal, that’s different, isn’t it? How are your cravings today? I was thinking we could make it the first time with chocolate…” He trails off and my imagination fills in delicious, filthy scenarios.
“Yes.” There’s never any other answer, except when it’s that game we both enjoy, of him being my big bad. My kidnapper. My dark pursuer. My dangerous kingpin.
He tilts my chin up with his fingers to receive his kiss. “Did I ever tell you how bleak life was before I found you?”
I whimper as he kisses me softly and teasingly.
“I can’t wait for us to have a child together.” He says each word between kisses. “To help them grow up into murderous mafia bosses and bossettes?—”
“Zane!” I splutter with laughter.
“Sorry.” His voice is laced with amusement. “Law-abiding, successful bookshop owners.” Another kiss, sweeter this time. “I’m looking forward to enjoying the gap between children when you can wear pretty summer dresses, and I’ll rail you over this counter and dozens of other places. And to getting you pregnant again. To spending my life loving and protecting you and our kids.”
“I love you so much.” I don’t have the words to express it like my husband does, but I feel it all the same.
“I fall in love with you more, every day.” Sliding his big hand over my throat, he holds me gently there. Secure. He’s got this power over me, but I trust him with anything. “Now, the wolf is going to take you home toeat, little bunny.”
EPILOGUE
ZANE
7 Years later
The waves are really small at the beach today but that doesn’t stop us from having fun. We have an inflatable unicorn that holds my two wriggling middle daughters. Caroline is splashing the water happily and Poppy is seemingly trying to drown the unicorn. Or perhaps give it a drink, I’m not entirely sure.
Our latest baby is on the sand with Willow, too small to join in the sea swimming. I sneak a glance over my shoulder at them, and under the umbrella on a big towel, Willow is blowing raspberries on Carl’s tummy and a gooey feeling pools in my stomach. I love my family so much.
“Daddy,” my eldest son calls out to me, pulling my attention back to the sea. He’s on a violently-blue surfboard that’s specially made for kids with soft edges. “Daddy, watch me surf this wave!”
The tiny bit of swell—no more than 3 inches—catches him paddling frantically, and he wobbles to his feet, standing for a good two seconds before he topples into the water.
“Whoop! That was a great ride!” I cheer as he emerges, grinning.
“I’m going to get the sea monster!” Olivia appears from nowhere—I’m not sure how that’s possible in a pink swimming costume—and grabs my leg.
“Raahhh!” I make a generic monster noise and bear down on her, as a slight apology. I was totally distracted from the game we were playing, which was princesses vs sea monster.
But I commit.
Monster is a role I know well.
It’s a long time later, when the princesses have defeated many reincarnations of the sea monster, the sea monster has capsized the great ship unicorn, numerous waves have been surfed, and everyone has wrinkled fingertips, that the kids are tired and hungry, and I shoo them up the beach to where Willow has a picnic ready.
Our eyes meet as I approach, and her gaze slides slowly down my body, lingering first over my heart on the tattoo of a willow tree and the wolf curled around a rabbit beneath it, then lower to where my board shorts are wet. I glance at them, and yeah, they’re clinging. Enough for her to see the shape of my cock.
