Chapter 20

Twenty

Romeo – Two Weeks Later

I sigh as I remove my jacket, walking through the front door later than I fucking wanted.

Work lasted longer than expected, which has fucking pissed me off. I hoped to be home by dinner to convince El to return to our room.

It's been weeks without her tight heat, and I've had enough of waiting.

Things have been going well. We've been talking, getting our feelings out, which for me is fucking hard. I'm supposed to be the badass, scary Don, but where my wife is concerned, I'm a puppy.

She's nineteen weeks pregnant now, glowing, and looks delicious—I need her….

I know our problems haven't disappeared, I'm not fucking stupid, but it doesn't mean we need to sort them out with her in the guest room.

Liliya is no longer a problem; Mikhail too El’s advice, and has put Liliya on house arrest while he sorts out a marriage with a Made Man in the Spanish Mafia. This is the fourth guy he’s tried to set her up with, the others certain they’d kill her after one meeting.

This guy doesn’t give a shit, he just wants to appease his leader.

My time is now solely focused on my wife and work. We have no one coming between us anymore, fuck, even that fucker at her work has stayed clear since I started coming to her work for lunch.

There should be nothing holding her back, allowing me to hold her in my fucking arms at night….

I climb the stairs, and with a frustrated groan, I turn to the right, heading to the stupid fucking guestroom, needing eyes on my wife before I carry her to our bed where she belongs.

Enough is enough.

I open the door, then frown, seeing the room looking like it used to before she moved in. I look around and frown. The closet door is open, and fuck me, it's empty.

My heart starts to thud, and my palms sweat as I rush to the bathroom. All her things are gone.

"Fuck," I curse and quickly grab my phone to check her whereabouts with the necklace Mamma gave her.

Panic hits when her red dot shows she’s here.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

I run out of the room and head to our room while getting my brother's number up.

He answers on the fourth ring.

"A little bit busy with our rat, fratello ," Antonio snaps.

Ah yes, the reason why I was late. Some fucking employee was selling our sales information to a competitor. Antonio volunteered to chop his body up and burn it so I could come home, despite him wanting to go see his wife.

"I know, fuck, I just…." My words trail off as I enter our room and see all my wife's belongings back in their original places.

Her jewelry is placed neatly on her dresser, my t-shirt is placed neatly on the end of the bed, pictures of our sonogram on her side of the bed.

The bathroom door is open a jar, and I hear water splashing, and freeze.

" Fratello , what's wrong?" Antonio asks with concern.

I clear my throat, looking around the room and rasp, "Nothing, I, uh…fuck, I thought El had gone, but it turns out she's moved back into our room."

He chuckles. "Well, it's about fucking time. Go get your wife, fratello ."

He hangs up as my eyes go back to the bathroom door. Hope fills me as I slowly walk over to it, opening it before leaning against the door frame, and crossing my arms over my chest.

I smile a little as I watch my wife relax in a tub full of bubbles, her bump just visible, eyes closed.

For weeks, we've been spending more time together. On school days, I'll be with her for lunch, bringing her favorites, and when I have to work on weekends, she'll pop by the office with a homemade lunch. We talk, we laugh, we get everything off our chests, and I have never felt so close to her, but I know we could be closer. She needs to let me in fully for that to happen, and right now, I'm hoping she finally is.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to join me?" she asks, not once opening her eyes.

I smirk and admit, "Right now, I'm enjoying the view." She grins, and I bite my bottom lip before saying, "All your stuff is back where it belongs…."

She hums, looking my way with such love that it hits me hard in the chest.

"I wanted to come back home," she whispers.

I tilt my head. "You were always home, farfalla …."

She shakes her head. "No, my home is you. I came back home, Rome…."

My nostrils flare, the urge to fucking cry like a pussy hitting me hard.

Nodding, I shove off the doorframe and unbutton my shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, before I unbuckle my slacks while toeing off my shoes.

Once naked, I walk over to the tub as her eyes take me in, my cock already rock hard, the piercing pulling tight.

El sits up and scoots forward, making me smile as I climb in behind her, placing my legs on either side of her body. I pull her back, nestling my cock against her as she relaxes into me.

I wrap my arms tightly around her, placing my nose into the crook of her neck, and rasp, "I fucking missed you, baby…."

She sighs. "I missed you, too. I'm sorry it took me so long."

I squeeze her a little. "Don't be."

Gently, I kiss her neck, my hands rubbing over her belly, and I close my eyes, enjoying her body against mine this way after so long.

This is the first time I've felt this relaxed, so fucking content.

"I want you, Rome," El rasps after a few minutes of silence, and I grin.

"Is this the only reason you've moved back into our room," I tease as I bring my hands up, cupping her heavy tits, gently rubbing my thumbs over the sensitive nipples.

She gasps with a chuckle, and lies, "Of course. As soon as I've had my way with you, I'm going back."

I nip her neck playfully, making her giggle, and I growl, "Turn round then, farfalla , get what's yours."

Gently, I help her turn and bring her close, my right hand going to her hip, my left cupping her cheek, bringing her lips to mine.

She sighs in contentment, instantly opening her mouth for me. She tangles her tongue with mine, her taste overriding my taste buds.

I tilt her head, deepening the kiss as I guide her hips up, blindly finding her entrance with my cock, and guiding her down. She gasps, and I swallow it as she takes all of me, my piercing rubbing against her, giving her that extra bit of pleasure as her walls tighten around me, making me groan.

Fuck, I've missed her cunt….

"God, Rome, I've missed you," she moans against my lips, making me smile and reply, "Not as much as I've missed you," before kissing her harder while gripping her hip, encouraging her to ride me.

She starts slow, the water swishing around us, before she finds a rhythm, our kiss getting dirtier. I bite her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth.

"Rome," she gasps, kissing me harder, her breathing deepening as she slams down, swiveling her hips.

I move the hand from her face, my fingers finding her nipples, playing with them while my right-hand goes between us. I find her swollen clit and rub it in tight circles, making her groan loudly.

"Come for me, farfalla ," I groan as her cunt squeezes me.

"Rome, please…" she whispers, her eyes scrunched tight, and I smirk, pinching her clit hard, giving her what she wants and sending her flying. Her cunt strangles my cock as she comes, throwing her head back and screaming my name, and I allow her to ride out her orgasm watching her.

Once she falls against my chest, I grip her hips and thrust up, making her moan in pleasure, aftershocks taking over her body.

One, two, three, four more thrusts, and I slam her down on me, coming inside her, filling her up, moaning as I grip the base of her neck, and press my lips against hers.

She kisses me back, full of teeth and hunger, my cock twitching, wanting her again. Our kiss slows, becoming seductive, and fucking perfect.

Pulling back just a little, I rasp, "I think it's time we head to bed, baby," making her smile.

"Yes, please," she replies, kissing me again, and I groan, deepening it, my thumb finding her clit again, rubbing it slowly, and she groans against my lips, "Now, Rome…."

I chuckle and lean forward, pulling the plug out, before standing with her in my arms, causing her legs to tighten around my hips.

I slowly climb out of the tub, not risking her safety, before I pad to our room and gently lay her on the bed, mindful of our baby inside her.

She squeals, "Rome, I'm wet," then starts giggling.

I grin wide and admit, "Yeah, your about to be," making her laugh loudly before I pounce, my face going between her legs, my tongue going into her cunt, tasting my cum and hers, making a growl vibrate through my chest at how delicious it tastes.

She gasps, and I take a big taste of our release, then climb up her body, shoving my tongue in her mouth, ensuring she swallows it as my hard cock slams into her, causing her to grip my back, her nails digging in, marking me.

Fuck, I'm a lucky asshole.

I pull my hips out, and slam back inside her, my left arm hooking her left leg, lifting it so I can get deeper inside her. My thrusts are fast, hard, and full of need, her cunt already squeezing me again.

"Oh, Rome, I'm-I'm going to come again," she cries with pleasure.

I groan, "Come, farfalla , give it to me." And she does, but I don't stop my assault, if anything, I go faster, making her come almost immediately, squirting on my cock. And that's all it takes for me. I jerk, cum squirting from my tip, and I moan.

"Fuck, baby, I hope you're not tired because we're not leaving this bed," I rasp, making her giggle, before my lips slam down on hers again, my hips slowly moving, my cock still hard, getting our juices all over me before I pull out.

I look down and bite my lip, seeing our release over my cock and her bare swollen cunt. I guide my cock to her ass and slowly, so very fucking slowly, push inside her.

She groans, digging her nails into my back until I'm in.

"Get ready, farfalla , because you’re going to feel me for days," I growl, before doing as I promised.