Page 163 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

The raw honesty in his voice touches my soul. This is the Marco few ever see. The man behind the Don's mask.

"I'm sorry for—" he begins, but I press my finger to his lips.

"No more apologies. We've both caused each other pain. But that's behind us now."

I guide his hand to my stomach, still flat but holding our future. "This is what matters. Not what happened last Christmas, not Frank's betrayal, not even La Corona's politics. Just us."

Marco pulls me against him, his forehead touching mine. "When did you get so wise?"

"I told you, I've always been wise," I tease. "You just weren't listening."

His laugh rumbles through his chest.

I lean into Marco, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us.

Our lips meet and electricity courses through me, the same chemistry that drew us together last Christmas, now deepened by everything we've shared.

His hands slide down my back, pulling me closer. "I’m dying to touch you again, Gabriella.”

My fingers trace the buttons of his shirt wanting more than anything to feel his hands on me. "You’re still recovering."

“The only way my blue balls will recover is if I can touch you.”

I shake my head. “Marco.”

He captures my hand, pressing it against his chest. "I'm well enough for this."

"Are you sure?" I search his face for any sign of discomfort. "The doctor said?—"

"The doctor isn't here." Marco's voice drops to that commanding tone that makes my girlie parts hum. "And I need my fiancée."

The word 'fiancée' on his lips sends a thrill through me. I surrender to his kiss, to the hands that know exactly how to touch me.

When he pushes me against the bookcase, he winces, so I lead him to the leather couch.

“I think I should be the Don tonight,” I say as I push him back and lift the skirt of my dress.

“You going to heal me?” His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and pull them down my legs.

“I’m going to rock your world.”

He groans as he undoes his belt and slacks, freeing his dick. “Take care of me, baby.”

I straddle him, guiding him to my pussy.

I lower, taking him in inch by inch, coming together in a desperate hunger.

I ride him, watching for signs of pain. But all I see is that torturous pleasure as his breathing grows erratic.

“Yes, fuck me… Gabriella… Oh, fuck…” He bucks up, and warmth fills my body. It sends me over, flying in pleasure with him.

We hold each other as our breaths come back to normal.

“I hate to say it, but you forgot a condom again.”

He snorts. “Too late to worry about that.” He looks up at me. “I don’t plan to use a condom ever again.” He squeezes my ass. “We may end up with twenty kids.”

This time, I’m the one who pales.