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70 | a little bliss

HE WATCHED ME with hawk eyes as he leaned against the oak table of his office. I paled at the confrontation I was about to face. Angelina's interrogation had messed up his head and now I was about to confront him with another blow about his innocent, very trustworthy sister. I hated to be the one stressing him and I hated Alessia for even putting me in this position, but could I really blame her? I knew how it must feel to be in such a different and oppressive environment completely. Alessia was not at fault here. It was us. She hadn't done anything wrong.

"What was so necessary that you had to come here? You know that I want you away from all this bullshi- stupidity," he corrected stiffly. The often concealed annoyance in his eyes was not mistaken.

I felt guilty for no reason. He had a way of making me feel that without even trying. "I need to talk to you about something. It's really kinda important," I told him.

He merely narrowed his eyes. "Come here, sweetheart."

I scrunched my nose up, a smile forming in my lips. "You've never called me sweetheart before."

He rolled his eyes. "You remember everything."

"What can I say? I have a good memory," I answered.

He squeezed my waist once I neared. "I believe that is quite a pleasant trait of a mob wife."

"Just a mob wife?" I raised my brows.

He smirked. "In my mob wife who is also the Donna of the Family and the mother of my child." He placed a hand on my stomach.

I smiled, titling my head a little "That's better."

I was taken off guard when he hugged me but I quickly returned the gesture. I loved his hugs. They were always so sweet and warm and unpredictable. He strummed in fingers through my brown locks. His lips touched the pulse of my neck and left a wet kiss. I could feel him smile as he noticed the spike in my heart.

I pulled him into a kiss, forgetting what I was actually here for. All I could see was him, the man I felt ever so glad to be with. Despite being imperfect, he was perfect to me. What would life be with me waiting at home with our children for him? Playing with children together? Having dinner together without any tension? What would it be like becoming more complete than we already were? What would it like being normal?

He pulled away. "What are you thinking, bambola? I don't like your attention away from me," he said.

I smiled softly. "Nothing. I was just wondering what it would be like when we have a family—I waiting home with our ten children and you coming from work, us having movie nights, playing together with our kids, sleeping together despite being tired to the brink but yet still not enough to not please each other."

His gaze pierced mine intensly and he cupped my cheek tenderly. He seemed to be lost and I feared that he thought I was being too sappy. I wanted to take back my words but what was done was done.

He finally broke out of his trance and blinked in confusion. "Ten children?"

I grinned, relieved by his positive reaction, and nodded. "Yes, Your Highness."

He shook his head. "Absolutely not. We don't need an army of children irritating and spoiling our moments. The woman in your stomach is enough, not to mention that I would be deprived of you in the next couple of months with your huge bump."

I gasped, scandalized. "Firstly, I am very sure that pregnancy does not alter with sleeping together. Secondly, one? Excuse me, Antonio, but it does not go that way. Remember what you said, 'you are the woman of the house' so I will decide how many children we will have and you will deal with it. And thirdly, who told you it was a girl? I want a boy, a mini Antonio running around the house in his nappies," I teased. I didn't want ten children myself. Antonio surely wouldn't have trouble putting them in me but I would have trouble with the after effects. For example, a loose bladder and a very lost figure. Not to mention the responsibility of raising them all and risking them to the mob.

"Are you ordering me?" His grip on me tightened but I knew he wasn't serious. Serious Antonio would have a complete different reaction. He was being playful.

"What if I am?" I asked, lowering my voice in a seductive way. I loved having this reaction on him. I loved being the only person to see him like this. I loved being his woman and having the biggest right to him.

"I am not complaining then," he murmured, grazing his soft lips against mine.

I smiled against his lips as he backed me to a wall and locked my hands above my head in a tight, bruising grip. He shifted his thigh so that it was in between my legs and hitched up my dress with his other hand, grinning the moment he found my damp panties.

"You're dripping, bambola," he said in a proud voice as if he accomplished something great.

In that moment I realized that something had changed between us. The formal tone had long faded but now things were getting warm between us. I loved the warmth much more than my desire to have him in his office where his colleagues stood outside. I loved him with his guard down. Trust was something he didn't give often. I felt lucky to receive it.

He let go of my arms and gripped my thighs to straddle his thigh as he pushed harder against my warmth and I moaned softly. He chuckled beside my ear, his warm breath fanning the crook of my neck. I licked my lips as a breathy sigh left me.

He went down on his knees, leaving me confused. "What are you doing?" I asked. It felt weird seeing him on his knees in front of me.

He smiled at my confused state leaving me breathless. He was so beautiful.

"I'm going to kiss you, if you allow me to?" he asked.

"But my lips are here." I touched my roughed up lips and felt the messed up lipstick.

He chuckled lowly under his breath. "Bambola, those lips of yours do drive me insane but I'd prefer to kiss you somewhere else."

I blinked. "Okay...would it hurt?"

He furrowed his brows and tried to hide his grin. "Yes, a lot," he exaggerated the last part.

I glared at him. "Ha, ha, very funny, Antonio. I can see your smile."

"You can be very dumb sometimes, but it's fine," he said, sliding down my panties and lifting my dress up.

"How is being dumb fine, Antonio? Dumb is very ignorant," I asked, feeling goosebumps appear as the cool air nipped my skin.

"You just gave me a synonym of dumb to explain dumb," he told me.

I gasped. "Antonio, you—."

His lips latched onto my warmth making me jump. Realization flickered through my head as I realized what lips he was actually talking about. He was right, I was sort of dumb to not realize it first.

I gripped his hair tightly as he pressed my bundle of nerves with his tongue before thrusting in. His fingers played with my clit and I moaned at the feeling, arching my back.

This went on some time longer and soon enough I gasped for breath as I let go the bundle of tension in my stomach. He got up and pushed my hair out of my face before biting my lower lip between his teeth. I hissed at the sting.

I watched him through a hazy gaze as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down.

"Look at me, bambola," he whispered. "Into my eyes. Only into my eyes." His hazed charcoal eyes met mine. "You look beautiful like this—out of control, in my arms."

My smiled. "You're beautiful, Antonio."

He blinked surprised. "What?"

I merely tightened my hold on him. He gripped my thighs and hosted my legs around his waist, carrying me to his desk and placing me on. Goosebumps appeared on my skin at the cold contact against my warm body. He threw the stuff on his desk off onto the ground before pushing me back. I arched my back when I felt the cold water spill on his desk.

"I-It's cold, Antonio. Please," I begged, but I wasn't pleading to get rid of the cold. I desired his closeness to get rid of the cold.

He merely smirked. "You're Francesca Antonio Giordano. I'm sure you can deal with a bit of cold."

I gasped when I felt him sprinkle some water on my neck. I gripped his arm tightly, my nails digging into his skin. "Antonio, stop," I gritted out.

He chuckled. "Alright, love."

I faintly heard him removing his slacks before I felt him nudge against my thigh. He dragged me closer gripping my thighs before thrusting inside harshly. I moaned as he left me adjust a bit even though I didn't need to. I already had him before hours ago.

I moaned again, titling my head back, hoping that no one would come inside to watch a live show between my husband and I as he brought me to my peak and his own soon after.

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