Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Oh my god,” she gasps and I feel her pussy clench down. Her body flushes pink as she comes. “Don’t you fucking stop, you asshole.”
That throws me over the edge. I must be fucked up worse than I thought, because getting called an asshole mid-thrust drives me wild, and I fill her as my orgasm explodes through me.
We come down together. I’m gentle with her when it’s over, kissing her softly, telling her how beautiful she is, how good it feels to fuck her, and help her get dressed. She’s giving me this incredible look, this dreamy little smile like she can’t stop grinning, and I must be smiling back because I feel my lips pulling against my teeth. I press my forehead against hers.
“I want a really big desk,” she whispers.
I laugh and kiss her, because fuck, she can have whatever she damn well pleases.
Chapter 20
Stefania
The work-from-home compromise gets all my creative juices flowing again. I throw myself into setting up my home office, even though I have no clue what job I’ll end up doing from it. Davide even seems vaguely into it too, although I think he just wants to fuck me on top of my big, fancy desk. He’s probably imagining me lounging around in pencil skirts and silky blouses just waiting for him to come home and use me up.
Which is kind of not the worst thing in the world, but I’m not doing this just to satisfy some office kink.
A couple of days after our agreement, with my furniture en route and a bunch of resumes sent out for remote jobs, I find myself walking arm in arm with my husband to his parents’ house a few doors down. “We do this once a month,” he explains as we hesitate outside. “The whole family gets together and we invite some of the more important Capos. Sometimes a politician shows up, or maybe an important detective is interested in having a conversation with my father about maybe getting on the payroll, that sort of thing. Tonight, it’s just family though.”
I chew my lip and straighten out my clothes. I’m in a conservative dress, low heels, and simple makeup with my hair done in a twist. Davide said I look like I’m on the way to a Whitehouse Correspondents’ dinner, while I was going for mafia homemaker.
Inside is light and lively. Simon and Elena are already there sitting in the kitchen with Freddie while their father pours glasses of prosecco. We’re greeted with lots of excitement and I’m practically passed around to everyone as a drink is shoved into my hand.
“Dad’s been slaving away for hours,” Elena says, rolling her eyes. “He makes this at least three times a year.”
“And if you don’t compliment it enough, he’ll be very disappointed,” Simon adds.
“Don’t worry, he’ll give you plenty of opportunities.” Elena grins and clinks her glass against mine. “He’ll ask you fifty times what you thought, and you’d better be enthusiastic each time.”
“Or else he’ll keep asking,” Simon says.
“He sounds like my older brother Saul. Whenever he cooked, he needed a million compliments.” I smile to myself though talking about my family is bittersweet. As hard as things were with them, I really miss my brothers, and I still haven’t made up with Giorgia after our fight.
I push my homesickness away and chat with Freddie about potential job opportunities while the boys stand around some fancy bottle of whiskey and discuss tasting notes. Elena disappears for a little while and comes back with the last sister in tow. Laura looks grumpy about being here—her dark hair is slicked back and she’s wearing beat-up jeans and an old sweatshirt—but she lets herself get pushed into a chair, accepts some prosecco, and studiously ignores me.
“Dinner’s just a simple Bolognese,” Alessandro announces. Davide’s father wears an apron as he portions out the bowls.
“Tell her how you make it,” Davide prompts. “You’re going to do it no matter what.”
“Ah, it’s no big deal.” Alessandro beams at me. “Just beef and veal simmered in white wine and plum tomatoes. Easy as can be.”
“It takes him like eight hours,” Elena says and mouths compliments to me.
“Smells amazing,” I say and try not to laugh as all the siblings nod at me and make more hand gestures. “And wow, that sauce looks so good, I’m really excited.”
“Thank you, Stefania. I see you’re a woman of wonderful taste. You’ll get the best dish tonight.” Alessandro hums to himself as he works and Davide gives me a wink and a nod.
I’m beaming at how comfortable and happy I feel with these people. For a bunch of vicious, brutal killers, this feels like the most normal group I’ve ever been a part of. My brothers would have about a dozen staff members serving everything and another dozen soldiers and sycophants hanging on to everything, but there’s only immediate family here. Everyone seems happy, everyone except for Laura, who keeps on scowling at me whenever I glance in her direction.