Come on, baby. Give it to me.
In an act of pure desperation, I bit down hard on her clit, and she finally exploded. A primal scream was torn from her chest as she bucked wildly against my face, her mound repeatedly crashing into my nose hard enough to make it bleed.
She was just coming down from the intensity of her orgasm when my balls tightened. Rising to my feet, I fisted my cock to the point of pain, which was what set me off, and ecstasy flooded my nervous system a split second before cum shot wildly from the tip, the white ropes of it painting Rory’s belly with the most breathtaking art I’d ever seen.
Fully emptied, I collapsed forward, bracing myself with one hand on the vanity beside Rory’s hip. My forehead fell to herbreasts, my panting breaths fanning across the ripe swells as the vibrations from her contented hums buzzed against my ear.
When I could feel my legs again, I shoved upright, drinking in the sight of her flushed form post-orgasm. My gaze automatically honed in on her stomach, still coated in my sticky spend, and an idea came to mind.
Using both hands, I spread my cum over the expanse of her skin, rubbing it into the bump that housed my baby.
A rush of air fell from her lips as she watched on, transfixed.
“Saved you a step.” My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel.
“Huh?” Rory blinked up at me, her eyes unfocused.
“The cocoa butter. You don’t need it now.” I patted her thigh, stepping back to tuck myself back into my pants.
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding, right?”
I gripped her chin, hauling her in for a bruising kiss, my tongue pushing inside, forcing her to taste herself—a reminder of who she fucking belonged to.
Withdrawing, I focused on fixing my sleeves and reattaching my cufflinks. “You have ten minutes before I expect you downstairs.”
“Ten, but I need to show—”
“Ten,” I repeated, my tone brooking no argument. “So, you’ll need to make a choice. Wash my cum off your skin and walk into the event tonight looking like a drowned rat because you prioritized a shower, or focus on putting on the final touches and make every mafia wife green with envy knowing they’ll never compare to your beauty when you walk into that ballroom tonight.”
Rory’s eyes narrowed into thin slits. “You’re bluffing.”
I lifted my chin. “Are you prepared to go all-in based on that belief? Run the risk of being dragged out of this house and put on display wearing nothing but a robe because you’re too damnstubborn to accept when you’ve lost?” Stepping closer, I crowded her space. “The cards in my hand will always trump yours, wife. You’d do well to remember that.”
She shook her head, wry laughter filling the air. “God, I fucking hate you.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know.” Moving toward the door, I called over my shoulder. “You’re down to nine minutes. Better get dressed.”
My phone chirped incessantly from inside my pocket, and I pulled it out to find no less than a dozen messages from Enzo and Matteo asking where the hell we were. Rory’s little act of defiance to delay our departure, combined with my pre-party snack, had set us behind by over an hour.
Unbeknownst to us, Dario had been playing chess for years, picking off inconsequential pawns, attacking the knight and bishop, in his quest to topple the king and queen. And tonight, we were leaving them purposely exposed in hopes of enticing him to make a move that would, in turn, prove to be his downfall.
It was time to end this game, once and for all.
The ballroom was packed, every member of our organization in attendance. While we often lost men in the line of duty, it would appear recruiting hadn’t suffered in our absence. Despite engaging in a pointless war over Rory’s runaway act, our ranks had continued to grow, and there was strength to be found in numbers.
Almost as if this were a wedding instead of a Christmas party, the highest ranking Bellinis—me and Rory, Matteo and Summer,and Enzo and Allie—held a receiving line, personally thanking each man for their loyalty and service.
There was only one tiny hiccup when a young foot soldier got overly excited and thought it would be a good idea to place his hands on Rory’s stomach while congratulating us on our upcoming arrival. His screams, layered over the sound of breaking bones, turned every head in the room, but served as an important reminder that while my appearance might’ve changed, I was still the same ruthless man they remembered from before.
Hyperaware of the woman by my side, when I noticed her wincing and pressing a palm to her lower back, I leaned in to ask, “Need a break?”
My wife scoffed. “Is this another one of your tricks? Dangle an offer of relief, then snatch it away without warning?”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re clearly in pain.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, are we pretending you’re not a sadistic bastard who gets off on that?”
Before I could retort that was only true inside the bedroom, Summer spoke from the far side of Matteo. “Whoa, boy, these heels are killing my feet, and I’m parched after talking to all those people. How about the girls grab a drink and take a seat at the table while the boys finish up here?”
