Page 149 of The Don's Secret Heir

“Sonny’s brother or sister,” I answer quietly, biting my lip. I’m still not sure how he’ll react to this.

“Li,” he breathes, and crushes me to him so tightly it makes my ribs ache. “This isn’t some kind of April Fool’s joke, is it?”

“It’s August,” I say, deadpan.

He laughs and kisses all over the side of my face. Then he stands, hefting me over his shoulder easily.

“What are you doing?” I screech. “The ziti will get cold.”

“That’s what microwaves were made for,” he says simply, carrying me up the stairs and I grin, going limp. I fucking love it when he manhandles me.

He puts me on the bed, covering me with his body, his silver chain dangling in my face. God, I love this man.

I feel it so strongly, love blooming inside me like spring flowers.

He rips off my shorts, tossing them on the floor, and then he’s kissing down my body, focusing on my slightly swollen belly, dipping his tongue into my navel.

“Dario,” I gasp.

“You’re going to look so fucking hot, all full of my baby,” he says against my skin and moves his lips lower, lower, until he’s latching his mouth around my clit.

He eats me out for what seems like hours, and after I’m trembling and barely conscious, he sweeps me up into his arms.

“I can’t wait to meet our second kid,” he mumbles against the back of my shoulder as he spoons me.

“Me either.”

I can’t wait to live this life with him, every day for the rest of mine.