I watched my beautiful wife shake her head. "Slow isn't what I want. Right now, I want to experience everything with you. Please, Nico, give this to me." Her eyes locked on mine, and I was immediately a puddle ready to allow her to do anything she wanted.
"Your wish is my command, wife." I lay back and watched her envelope my cock again. I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn't want to miss a moment of this.
Her mouth was magic, and it took no time for her to get me teetering on the edge of release. "This is your last warning, Emilia. I'm so close." The words were thick on my tongue as I tried hard to focus on her rather than my pleasure.
Emilia didn't even look up at me; she just lowered her head and sucked harder. She slid her hand off my thigh and cupped my balls in her palm, and gently massaged them. Oh fuck, I was a goner.
She sucked up my shaft and lowered again until I bumped the back of her throat. My breathing stopped, and I stiffened under her. With the flick of her eyes, she locked on mine, and I groaned as I exploded in her mouth. The woman kneeling between my legs sucked and licked me clean before sitting up, smirking.
Reaching out, I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me, pressing my mouth to hers. Hungrily tasting myself in her mouth as my tongue slips along hers. Wrapping my arms around Emilia, I immediately questioned what I'd ever done without her. How had I survived before this woman came into my life and turned everything upside down?
CHAPTER 19
EMILIA
Our not-so-quick timetogether put me behind for the day, but I didn’t even care; supper could be late. Buzzing around the kitchen, I looked up at the clock and shrugged. “It is what it is,” I said out loud. Grabbing the towel, I dried my hands and headed to change. I couldn’t greet the heads of the Cosa Nostra in a dirty apron and a pasta sauce-spattered shirt.
As I looked in the mirror, I wondered how long my father had dreamed of being involved in a meeting like this, and here I was about to sit at the table with the five men who held all the power within the world we lived in. When he finds out, he will be livid, but there’s nothing he can do to me. Laughter erupted from deep within me. It was evil, and it felt good to do it.
Much less security walked through my front door than I’d imagined, but guns lined every flat surface in the foyer. How did the heads of the Cosa Nostra wander around with so few men? “We take one another’s safety as a top priority, so when we meet, the host is responsible for all added security.” I turned to look at Nico. “You were counting as you scanned the room.” He smiled genuinely and put his hand on my back.
Even with the importance of tonight, he watched me.Of course, he’s watching you, you’re the problem, and if this goes to hell, it’s your fault.God, I hated my brain, but it was right. They were only here because of me.
The men had all embraced and shaken hands. They’d all been at the wedding only a day ago, but I expected this to be just their greeting every time. Chatter rose, and they all seemed to want to talk over one another, and as I stood quietly, Nico glanced over and winked at me.
“Gentlemen, I believe dinner is ready.” Nico turned to look at me, and I nodded.
“Your guards, of course, can continue their jobs, but if they would like to eat their meals hot, they’ll be set up in this room.” I smiled and looked at all the men who flanked their bosses, and I saw a few stern faces crack into slight smiles. “I assure you, the food is safe. I made it myself.” All eyes turned to Nico, and he smiled with pride as he looked at me.
“Impressive, Mrs. Venosa.” One of the men said. He was from New York, Dominic Ressoli. A few years older than Nico, but he took over around the same time when his father had been killed. The men laughed and walked alongside Nico into the smaller dining room.
Friendly chatter and laughter filled the intimate space. The security detail for all the men felt comfortable enough to eat together, which made our meal very casual.
“Mrs. Venosa, I have to say this was one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten. I need you to send the recipe to my cook.” Gabriele Amato from Los Angeles leaned back in his chair and shook his head. “I haven’t had food this good since I left New York.” He let out a sigh, and I couldn’t help but smile. Catching Nico’s eye, I saw him smile at me, and he raised his glass to me when he took a sip of his wine.
“Please, it’s Emilia, and I’m so glad you enjoyed it.” I shifted in my seat and settled in. The expectation was that I would be here until I wasn’t needed, and I was about to be bored to tears.
“Emilia, is it true you’d been running your father’s territory for two years?” My blood ran cold as my eyes settled on Carmine Esposito. He was the head of Italians in Boston; he was arguably the “father” of the group, and I’d taken out some of his shirttail relatives only a week ago. His dark eyes narrowed and locked on mine. Glancing at Nico, I didn’t know what to say, but his slight nod told me I needed to be honest. Lying to these men wouldn’t end well for me, and that included my husband.
“It is, yes sir.” I kicked myself for sounding like a mouse when I admitted it. I should have sat up straight and stated it proudly.
“When did you take over?” I couldn’t blame them for wanting to know. I’d done something that hadn’t happened in the history of the Cosa Nostra.
“A week after Marco’s death.” Sitting up straighter, my voice had become stronger.
“I need to know, how did you manage it?” The man’s demeanor softened, and I didn’t feel quite as threatened. He reached for his wine and waited.
This was something I hadn’t even discussed with Nico, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about him finding out with the rest of them. This reflected badly on him, and I didn’t want that. “Amore, how?” There he was, reading my thoughts again.
“When Marco was killed, I saw the spiral, and when the funeral was over, my father made no attempts to keep up with the job required of him, so I set up a few well-worded emails, and before I knew it, he’d given the okay for his cousin from Italy to pull the strings for a while.” Reaching for my wine, I took a sip. Was my throat dry, or did I need a little extra liquid courage?
“Once I got everything set up, it was easy: all my correspondence was through email, and if I needed to talk to anyone, it was always delivered through someone else. I made one critical error, and here I am.”
“What was that?” Nico asked from the other end of the table, smirking.
“I got caught carrying out a hit.”
“By who?” Carmine asked. I blinked at the man and thought he was joking, but he was serious.
