“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’ll never get tired of every single little part of you.” He rolls us over and makes me mount him, his dick still buried to the hilt in me as we move, and I ride him like that, letting him watch me, rolling my hips, fucking into his tight grip as he works me over.
We actually come together, and I can feel his hot flood inside me as I paint him, mark his chest, my cum adorning him in pearls like a king’s raiment.
* * *
“I still don’t likeyour sister running around Boston free and clear.” We’ve showered, cleaned each otherverythoroughly, and thrown ourselves back in bed, but we still haven’t had our fill of each other. So I’m lying on top of Luca, our half-hard cocks pressed together, and we’re taking our time, no need to rush for completion.
We have all night if we want it.
“Oh,” I say, running my fingers through his chest hair. “Maggie will get hers.”
He shifts, taking his mouth off my neck, although his fingers, happily, still tug at my nipples. “What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?”
His hands leave my nipples and slide up my arms, hugging me tight. “Angel, life would’ve been a lot simpler if you’d just let me pop her in that warehouse. Why’d you make me let her go?”
I push myself out of his arms and prop up on an elbow so I can look him in the face. “BecauseIwanted to live, and Maggie is no pro. She had no idea what she was doing with that gun. I didn’t want to chance that fool shooting me or you or Frank by mistake. And she…she reminded me of Mom that day. I just couldn’t have stood by and watched my mother die all over again, not that day. You understand?”
He nods, fingers trailing over my cheek.
“But knowing what I know now, about Tino, about Mom…wewilltake care of Maggie,” I assure him. “And Howard Donovan, too. I will have vengeance for my mother first, and then for my father. We’ll take out the Fuscones, then the Clemenzas—”
“Why not just all the New York Families while we’re at it?” Luca suggests with a grin.
I nod. “Now you’re thinking big, baby. Whynotjust take them all out and rule the City?”
His grin disappears as he takes that in, thinks it over. His eyes search mine. “Is that what you want? Because I’ll do it. I’ll give you this City, if you want it.”
I smile. “Right now, all I want is an answer to one simple question,” I say, because the time for business is not now. Right now, all I want is to enjoy my husband. “Where the ever-loving fuck did ‘Georgie’ come from?”
Luca makes a noise I’ve never heard him make before: a giggle. And then he tells me about kissing boys and making them cry.
“Anursery rhyme,” I say for the sixth time afterwards. “I should’ve guessed. It’s about Brother Frank’s level.”
Luca is still half-smiling, still half-embarrassed. “Don’t tell anyone,” he yawns. “I’d never live it down. Besides—” he pulls me close. “I don’t plan to makemyboy ever cry again.”
“Hm,” I say, dubious. “You’re kind of an unthinking asshole from time to time, baby. What if you make me cry without meaning to?”
I’m just kidding, but Luca gets all serious. “I would hate that,” he says, cupping my face. “I’ve spent the last few months makingyoumiserable,memiserable—and for what? I won’t ever do that again. I’ll shout it from the fucking rooftops how much I love you. I’m going to make this City kneel for you, baby bird, and pay their respects like they should. And if I ever do anything that makes you sad again…”
“Yes?”
“Then I’ll apologize like a man and I’ll make it up to you. And then I’ll eat your ass for a whole week, or whatever perverted sex thing you can think of.”
“Oh, baby, I have so manywickedideas,” I laugh. “I haveplansfor you.”
He pushes me down in the bed and gets on top so he can suck on my nipples. “Mm,doyou?” he murmurs.
“Oh, I do. I do.” Somanyplans.
For Luca D’Amato.
For New York City.
For the whole goddamn world…
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