Married to the Bad Boy(75)

“I’m yours—Tony, please!”

Soft laughter rains down on me as he turns the device off and slides it out of me. My legs tremble as I hear the sound of his clothes hitting the floor in muffled thumps.

He climbs over the bed, the mattress squeaking as he crawls over me. His entire body is bared to me, but I can’t touch him. Instead, he touches me. It’s all a lesson. He’s in control, not me.

A single finger rides up my stomach, between my breasts, and up my throat. Then his hand curls around my neck and I’m bursting with frustration.

Fuck me, already.

“You still can’t fucking let go, can you? What do I have to do to you, huh?”

I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me with a finger.

“No—not a fucking word until you submit to me.”

His weight bears down on me, and his cock flattens against my stomach. Long, thick, impossibly rigid. A low whine leaves my throat as I imagine what it’d feel like. Fucking hell.

Restrained, but not immobile, I shiver as he wetly kisses my throat, his stubble scratching my skin. Then another kiss bites the base of my neck and I gasp as he makes a sucking sound. His lips smile as he pulls back and looks at it.

Another hickey. Goddamn it.

“I will not fuck you until you tell me what I want to hear.”

His knees nudge my legs, making them open wide as he begins to rock his body, sliding his cock up and down my aching pussy.

This is ridiculous. I’m Elena Vittorio, not some—not some mob wife for him to order around.

Then his tongue darts out, teasing the very tip of my hard nipple, which contracts at his touch. It’s a searing sensation—a direct line to my arousal. He watches my reaction, smiles, and then he takes my breast in his mouth, biting down hard. I let out a gasp of pain, and his teeth withdraw. The wet, strong muscle teases my nipple, playing as he closes his mouth over it and sucks.

Oh God.

“Tony, please.”

He bites the nipple hard and it’s like another searing shock, and his cock is right there, rubbing against me. I’m ready for him.

He grabs my face, his words almost hostile. “Say the fucking words.”

“Tony, I—I’m in love with you. I’ll do anything.”

Shock ripples through his face for a moment and he pauses, looking horribly frozen. Then he grunts and moves his hips, burying his face in my neck as he slides right in. It feels like home, and my heart still pounds so hard that it hurts, because I told him that I loved him.

He didn’t say it back.

He didn’t.

I lift my legs as he fucks me mercilessly, pounding my aching pussy as he breathes harshly in my neck. Feeling him throb inside me is like paradise. I can’t remember the last time I felt so connected to someone. He’s the father of my child. I love him just for that.

Then he comes hard, his cock ramming me so completely that I gasp in pain, loving that deep groan that growls in my ear. His hot breath steams my neck as he pulses inside me, the wetness flooding my pussy. He pulls back and kisses me hard as he thrusts deep, our sweat mingling together as he breaks our kiss to pant against my lips. There’s something different shining in his eyes as he smiles at me. I’ve never seen it before.

“Thank you, Elena.”

The voice is so weak that I’m surprised it’s coming from his chest.

“For what?”

“For making me care about something.”

* * *

It’s different between us.

I can’t place it, can’t put a finger on it.

It’s enough just to sit in his lap and hear his voice rumbling through my back. I’ve never felt so at peace with his arm around my waist, his chin over my shoulder. Maybe it’s because he’s so big, but I always feel safe in his arms. He plants an occasional kiss on my neck, and I glow inside. I flip through a catalog of baby-related shit we’ll have to buy, and Tony tenses underneath me.

It’s still not real for him.

“I just don’t know,” he admits in a low voice. “I don’t know if I’ll be ready.”

I turn around in his lap, confronting his slightly worried gaze. It’s not like him to be insecure, but how can anyone be secure about this?

“I don’t even know if I’ll be ready.”

He lets out a short laugh. “If you’re not, we’re definitely fucked.”

“It’s normal to be scared.”

He winces at the word. “I just don’t want to fuck it up.”

Gentle fingers brush over my belly and a light flickers in his eyes. Tony stands up with me in his arms and I slip down his waist, clutching his chest as he pulls a wad of cash from his jeans. He counts a small handful of bills and hands them to me. There has to be at least a thousand dollars in there.