Page 18 of Ruthless Secrets (Alpha Mafia Daddies #6)

Chapter Fifteen

CLARA

Going on a first date with the father of your child that was conceived on what was supposed to be the night of your wedding with another man is not something I thought I would find myself doing. But here I am.

I went on a date with Marco De Luca, and I had the best time ever.

We stayed out by the waterfall for hours, talking and laughing and eating copious amounts of food.

I would have been even more impressed if Marco didn’t admit that Delilah, the housekeeper, was actually the one to prepare all the food.

Regardless, it was still the most fun I’ve had in a long time, and I wish it didn’t have to end.

But when Lila sends Marco through a picture of Holly and Zoe in the pool, the ache in my chest starts to build, and that’s when we decide to call it a day. Being away from Zoe never gets easier, but it does make the moments we have together so much more special.

By the time Marco and I get home from our little adventure, it’s bath time, so I take Zoe straight upstairs to start her evening routine.

I decide to join her in the bath, wanting some added bonding time with her, seeing as we were apart for most of the day.

After we’re both clean, I quickly throw on a cami and shorts set and then work on getting Zoe ready for bed.

I take my time, making sure to cover her skin in lotion and brush her dark hair.

Thankfully, I have enough milk left to feed her myself before bed which I’m glad for.

My supply hasn’t always been consistent, so I’ve had to hybrid feed Zoe, but whenever I can, I choose to breastfeed.

It’s important bonding for us, and I dread the day when I can no longer do it.

I get us settled on the bed among the pillows and pull down the thin strap of my top to give Zoe access to my breast. Every time I look at my daughter’s face, my heart seems like it’s going to explode.

I thought I knew what it was like to love another person, but then when Zoe came into my life, I realized how wrong I had been.

“I love you,” I whisper as I stroke her hair.

“Is she asleep yet?”

My head snaps up at the sound of Marco’s voice, but his eyes are solely fixed on Zoe, or rather at my very exposed breast.

His eyes turn molten as he eyes my breasts that are barely covered by my skimpy cami top. If I had known that he was going to be joining us, I would have chosen pajamas with a lot more coverage.

“You should have knocked.” I try to shield myself from him.

The only light in the room is Zoe’s nightlight, but it’s still enough light for Marco to see much more of me than I’d like.

“The door wasn’t closed. Can I come in?”

I nod as I subtly try to adjust Zoe so that I’m not flashing him.

He steps inside the room and quietly closes the door behind him, but he makes no move to come and sit on the bed beside me, which probably isn’t a bad thing.

“Don’t fall asleep, Zoe.” I sigh as I glance down to find her eyes starting to flutter closed.

“Do you want me to make her a bottle?”

I rub her stomach to help keep her awake. “No, it’s not my supply. She’s always just so tired for this feed that she falls asleep before she’s finished. But I want her to drink more so she doesn’t wake me up at night because she’s hungry.”

“If she’s anything like me, she’ll always be hungry.”

I can’t help but laugh, which causes Zoe to jolt awake. I quickly shift her to my other breast before she has a chance to fall asleep again, but she only manages to last a few more minutes before she’s completely passed out with my nipple still in her mouth.

I sigh, but I don’t have the heart to wake her up, so I subtly lift her off and put her over my shoulder to burp her.

I try to pull my top up as I hold Zoe. “Sorry, I’m not used to having an audience.”

“Don’t apologize.”

Marco is still staring at me, but I no longer feel embarrassed as he watches me. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t seem repulsed by the sight of my breasts that are swollen with milk and covered in veins, or the fact that my nipples are still leaking.

In fact, from the look on his face, he seems anything but repulsed.

A rush of warmth spreads over my body as I think of what it would be like to feel Marco’s strong hands on me as he kisses along my breasts?—

Zoe lets out a burp, which instantly kills the mood.

“There we go.” I awkwardly slide off the bed, trying to keep Zoe still with one hand while I attempt to pull my top up with the other .

Marco stays by the door, though I can feel his eyes on me as I put Zoe into her crib and kiss her goodnight.

“I love you, Zoe,” I whisper before straightening and turning to face Marco.

I’m about to ask him if he wants to kiss our daughter goodnight, but from the look on his face, it seems he has other things on his mind.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” Marco practically growls as he steps toward me.

His eyes linger on my breasts, which are barely contained by my top, and a rush of warmth spreads between my thighs.

He’s looking at me like he wants to throw me on the bed and fuck me senseless, and I don’t think I’d be opposed to it at all.

In fact, that’s what I want more than anything. “Marco…”

“Watching you feed our child is such a turn on.” He takes another step toward me. “Is that wrong?”

Is he expecting an answer? Because my brain has emptied itself of all thoughts except for those related to how turned on I am.

“No.” I fight the urge to rub my thighs together.

He’s standing so close that my breasts almost brush against his chest.

I want nothing more than to rub against him, all of him.

“See what you’ve done to me?” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his body.

A strangled sound escapes my lips as I feel his hardness against my stomach.

I’d forgotten just how big he is, which only makes the ache between my thighs even more intense.

“The question is, how are you going to fix it?”

There are so many ways I could fix it, but not when our daughter is only a few feet away.

“Not here.” I glance at Zoe .

“I know just the place.” He bends down, lifting me up by the backs of my thighs.

I wrap them tightly around his waist as he carries me out of my room and into his room next door.

Somewhere along the way, our lips find each other and then the world around us seems to dissolve.

I barely notice Marco lying me down on the bed, especially when he starts stroking his tongue against mine.

That tongue .

Now it’s all coming back to me.

I tighten my legs around his waist to force him to press his erection against my pussy, but it does little to bring me relief. Instead, it only makes me more impatient.

“Marco,” I moan as I try to grind my hips against him.

“You’ll get what you want soon enough,” he murmurs against my lips as he grinds against me. “But I want to make you come first.”

I’m starting to remember why I took him to my hotel room all those months ago.

Marco kisses down my neck as he begins pulling down the straps of my top to expose my breasts.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he grunts before taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking.

I’ve always had very sensitive nipples, but ever since having a baby, they’re become even more so.

As Marco circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, my eyes roll, and a rush of wetness spreads between my thighs.

“Keep doing that, and I’ll come.” I gasp as I arch against his touch.

Marco’s answering groan has me desperately grinding against him.

I sink my fingers into his thick hair to hold him in place, reveling in the feeling of his tongue on my body.

“I want to feel how wet you are. ”

I squeeze my thighs together as he trails a finger along the curve of my breast and down my abdomen, all while still sucking on my nipple.

The closer he gets to my clit, the more it starts to throb, and I’m crying out by the time he dips his fingers inside my shorts and brushes them over my pussy.

“Fuck,” he hisses when he feels how wet I am.

“ Marco .”

He gently brushes his finger over my clit.

My back arches off the bed, and I whimper as a rush of pleasure surges through me.

“Tell me what you like, Clara.” He begins kissing along my neck once more.

“You know what I like.” I pant as I try to grind my hips against his hand to bring me some relief.

He brushes his lips over mine. “I know how to get you off. But that’s not what I’m asking.”

Oh .

My cheeks burn as my answer sits on the tip of my tongue.

His finger hovers over my most sensitive spot, but it seems he’s going to make me work for my pleasure.

“I like…being praised.”

“I had a feeling that’s what you were going to say,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“Oh?”

“I think I know you better than you think, Clara. Besides, I saw how you reacted the other day when I called you a good girl.”

I whimper at his words.

“Is that what you want, Clara?” He kisses along my jaw. “Do you want me to tell you what a good girl you are?”

I cling to Marco as the ache between my thighs becomes almost unbearable .

“Yes.”

“I can definitely work with that,” He bites down on my neck.

I cry out at the sharp sting of pain, but then his tongue is licking over my skin and my body melts back against the pillows as he starts to slowly circle my clit with his finger.

He’s applying hardly any pressure, but I’m that turned on that it’s still enough for my orgasm to start building.

Marco runs his index finger along my core, wetting the pad before circling my clit once more while his mouth returns to my breasts.

My body is so sensitive that my moans are turning to cries as I desperately chase my release.

“That’s it, love. You’re doing so well.”

My eyes sting with tears as Marco starts kissing along the curve of my breast and circling my clit at the same time.

My legs start to tremble, but before I have a chance to take a breath, my release hits, and I cling to Marco as I come.

“Marco!” I arch off the bed.

“Keep going, Clara.” He continues to work my clit.