Did I love the idea of doing so in front of my men’s wives, many of whom were shielded from the bloodier side of our profession? Not particularly, but if this was the only shot we got, I sure as hell was going to take it.
My cousin shook his head. “I don’t care who pulls the trigger, so long as he ends up dead.”
“It’ll be my honor to take the fucker down after all he’s done to terrorize our family.”
Enjoy your final days, Dario.
Chapter 17
Gio
Overtheyears,I’dlearned—by virtue of having anything within reach chucked at my head—not to rush my wife while she was getting ready for a formal event.
Apparently, perfection took time.
Anddamnif I wasn’t staring at it right now from where I stood, propped against the doorframe leading into our ensuite bathroom. Rory was a pain in my ass one hundred percent of the time, but she was hands-down the most stunning woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
A part of me hated that I couldn’t resist her curves, which had grown even more mouthwatering due to the weight gain associated with having reached her third trimester. My palms itched to grab giant handfuls of her ass from behind, spread her open, and thrust home before she even knew what was happening.
Her cunt was always so fucking wet, warm, and tight. Hell, there were times when I woke up in the middle of the night,having made a mess of the sheets like a preteen boy just dreaming about the feel of it molded around my dick.
The same dick that was throbbing now as I gazed upon my wife’s creamy backside, the bare globes swaying from side to side as she bent over the vanity, fussing with her makeup.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been standing there, transfixed by the sight of her wearing nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong, when she finally caught sight of me in the mirror.
Blue eyes widened in the reflective glass before Rory spun around.
The front view was even more incredible than the one from behind, and my groan couldn’t be contained. From this angle, I could see the giant swell of her stomach, her pale skin stretched taut over where my son was growing.
Knowing I’d planted my seed inside her made me fucking feral, and if there was a way to knock her up again while she was still pregnant, I would do it. At this rate, she’d be lucky if I gave her the requisite six weeks to recover from birth before I was filling her to the brim with my cum to give our boy a sibling.
She’d denied me for far too long, and now we needed to make up for lost time. Neither of us was getting any younger.
“Been waiting long?” Rory arched an eyebrow, almost daring me to make a comment about her drawn-out preparations for the evening’s event.
Stuffing both hands in the pockets of my tuxedo pants, I shook my head. “Not at all.”
Her hum told me she didn’t believe me for a minute. Turning back to face the mirror, she kept her eyes on me as she spoke, swiping mascara over her lashes. “I’m not quite ready. I still have to curl and style my hair, then rub cocoa butter over every inch of my skin before I can even think about choosing the right jewelry and shoes to complement my dress. Could take hours.”
The quirk of her lips gave away that she was goading me, hoping to spark frustration.
Too bad for her, the only frustration I currently felt was sexual.
I’d kept my hands to myself since the preterm labor incident and was dying to get inside her. Now that she’d reached twenty-eight weeks and there had been no other issues, I was finally comfortable making a move.
“That’s okay.” Shoving off the wall, I stalked closer, satisfaction surging in my veins when her breathing hitched, and the pulse point at the base of her throat began to flutter wildly. “Because I need to eat.”
After a thick swallow, she asked, “E-eat?”
“Mm-hmm.” I shucked my tuxedo jacket, folding it over the vanity chair to my right before removing my cuff links and rolling up my shirt sleeves.
Each shallow inhale caused her breasts to heave, practically spilling over the lace cups of her bra. “There will be food at the party.”
I hauled her flush, the feel of her hard belly between us making my dick throb painfully. Leaning in, I rasped huskily in her ear. “What I’m hungry for won’t be available.” I bit down on the lobe, relishing her moan.
“What’s that?” Her nails dug into my shoulders.
“The most delicious cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.” I cupped between her legs. The thin scrap of lace there was soaked completely through.
