“I’m so proud, lil’ lamb,” he whispers for only me to hear. He presses a kiss to my lips but steps back, leaving me gasping for air as I flop back to my seat watching him stride back to the front row and take his place beside Arianna. She gives me a tiny wave, and I blow out the breath.
“Fuck, dude, that even made me hard.” I turn to Darius, who is adjusting his junk, and I dig him in the ribs.
“Shut the fuck up,” I whisper, but the grin that spreads across my face shows I don’t give a fuck. There’s a tap on the mike, and the dean’s voice echoes around the open space.
“Now we’re all here.” He nods and smiles at Bellino, and he gives a nod back. My jaw dropping. The entire event was on hold until they arrived. I huff a laugh and shake my head, and while Bellino’s head is facing the stage when I look over at him, I can see his eyes are trained on me the whole time. I start to sweat. His gaze heats me from within, and knowing that this powerful man and his powerful family are here for me, I’ve never been important. I’ve always lived in my sister’s shadow, but this family is mine, and they will always show up for me.
I’m overwhelmed by how much love I feel from firstly a man but secondly a man who will never tell me he loves me. And he never will have to because he shows me every second of every day. It’s heady and powerful and means more than empty words and vague promises.
Arianna
Chapter Thirty-Six
We decide to have our own mini celebration for Leonardo, a family affair, just the four of us. Bellino and Leonardo arrive holding hands and looking happy, if Bellino is actually capable of such an emotion. Leonardo, on the other hand, is beaming. He drops Bellino’s hand and steps towards me with his arms wide open, and I smile, reciprocating the hug. It feels symbolic—an acceptance into our family unit. We’re stronger together. United, we will rule.
We settle into the dining room, chatting amongst ourselves about Leonardo’s wants and aspirations. Bellino rolls his eyes when Leonardo gushes over prospects of apprenticeships and mentor programs.
I know what he’s thinking. Leonardo could have any he wanted if he just used his surname. But Leonardo wants to keep that separate for now. He wants to find his own place inthis world, to get a job or mentorship. He wants it on his own merit. I have to admire him for that. It fits. He’s carving his own place in the world, which is nothing less than what we achieved. Hopefully, it will be a little less bloody than the way we secured our own legacies.
Leonardo rolls his eyes right back at Bellino, and the stern look that spreads across Bellino’s face holds no heat. I grin because the brute of a man, the diabolical dictator who takes no shit and will snap a man’s neck without a second thought, allows his husband to wear the trousers in the relationship, although he will never admit it. And never to anyone in the outside world.
He will burn it all to give Leonardo the life he deserves, and it’s a giant contrast from the man I first met, with the personality of a dry piece of toast, that I was promised to all those months ago. I reach under the table and take Vittorio’s hand. He lifts it and kisses the back of our combined grasp, then rests it on the table.
Marianne brings us coffee, and we decide to take it out on the patio. We take a seat, sitting under the stars. The cooler night air is refreshing, and Leonardo slides into Bellino’s lap.
I smirk as Bellino breathes into Leonardo’s neck and Leo squirms on his knee. I see the flush rise up Leonardo’s neck into his cheeks as Bellino starts to kiss and suck at his neck.
“Thank you for dinner, Arianna. We should go.” He whispers out on a moan as Bellino nips at his neck, and I can’t help but chuckle. Bellino stands abruptly, lifting Leonardo over his shoulder, and strides back towards the house. Leonardo lifts his head and gives us a slight wave.
“Bye, Bellino!” I yell out, and he lifts his hand, flipping me off and pushing into the house. I laugh and stand, climbing over Vittorio’s lap. I slide up my dress and straddle him.
“And then they were two.” I rotate my hips, and Vittorio reaches up to the back of my hair. He snatches my head towardshim, and our tongues wrestle, heat rises off us, and I swim my hips around, chasing the bulge in Vittorio’s jeans. I reach beneath me, sliding his zip down, freeing his dick from the confines, and I push against my entrance, moving my pants to the side. I gasp as I drop onto him, my pussy clenching as his thickness spears into me.
We both groan, and my forehead rests on his. He grips my hips and tugs me across him. I rock back and forth, grinding into him. His lips meet mine, and I tighten my fingers in his hair. I let the lust seep out and the intense feelings I have for him wash over me. His hand slides up my side to the drawstring at the front of my dress, tugging at it and sliding his hand into my bra. I groan as my chest meets the cool air before his lips leave my breast and his hot mouth engulfs my nipple. Sucking it and rolling it between his teeth.
I grind harder. His eyes lock to mine as his mouth pops off my nipple. He reaches up his hand, cups my cheek, and the heat spreads through me as I continue to grind against him, gasping as I catch my clit. He holds my face, stares at me and intently watches every feature as I rotate my hips against his. I start to stutter, and he holds me tight; we writhe together until we both come. I scream out his name as I come undone, and he grunts. I rotate my hips and flop against him.
I rest my head on his shoulder while he combs my hair back from my face. He lifts my chin, and his lips gently meet mine. His tongue caresses mine, and I wrap my arms around him as I hold on to him; he’s my forever, and I can’t help but fall further every day.
Bellino
Chapter Thirty-Seven
I flip Arianna off as I stalk into the house. I have Leonardo thrown over my shoulder. He giggles as I jog down the stairs. Ripping the car door open and tossing him into the passenger seat, I jog around the car and jump in. I glance over at him; the flush in his cheeks and the smile on his face are all the fuel I need. I start the car and careen out of the driveway. Pulling out onto the road, he leans over and starts to undo my fly.
“Leo,” I growl in warning. But the look he gives me—I just breathe out and shake my head.
“Just drive, baby.” His breath caresses my dick as he pulls it free before his warm lips wrap around me, his tongue flicks over my head, and I shudder. Trying to keep my eyes on the road. I stare down at him, gritting my teeth as his head bobs and he nips and sucks at me.
“Watch the road.” He licks up me, and I grunt as my eyes flick back up to stare at the windscreen. My hand wraps in his hair as I buck up to meet him. He gags, and drool spills down my dick.
“Fuck, Leo.” I buck again. “Your mouth is sinful.”
I see a clearing in the trees at the side of the road, and I screech to a halt. I snatch at his hair.
“Get out,” I growl, and he sits up, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “Get the fuck out of the car, Leonardo,” I grit out as I climb out of the car. I rip my jacket off, my dick still hanging out of the front of my trousers. Snatching his hand and dragging him to the front of the car as he tries to fumble with his jeans, ripping and tugging at the buckle and fly. I shove him over the bonnet and yank at his jeans, tugging the back down.
He gasps as his body presses against the hot bonnet, and I suck my finger into my mouth and force it between his cheeks. His hands splay on the bonnet, and my hand grasps the back of his neck. I thrust my finger in and out a few times before I can’t wait any longer. I hold him tight and press my dick against him.
