Page 70 of The Butcher's Wife

This is what it means to make love.

He curls inward to kiss me and unfurls his body into his full length and drives into me with long, slow strokes that build pleasure inside me until I don’t want to hold it back anymore.

“That’s it. Dom, I’m—” Electricity seizes my body, pinning me to the bed while Dom feeds me his cock over and over again, drawing out a life-shattering orgasm that has me seeing the birth and fall of constellations.

When I’m finally spent, he lets me float to the bed, light as a down feather. He starts to pull out, but I catch him with my legs again. He raises an eyebrow.

After all we did, I’m bashful. My cheeks heat.

“Roll over,” I urge in a whisper. “I want you to stay inside me. Just for a little bit.”

Understanding dawns on his face. He scoops me up and rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m on his chest, with his heavy cock perfectly seated inside me.

“Thank you,” I whisper as a deep sense of drowsiness washes over me.

He huffs a laugh and tightens his arms around me.

17

DOM

“What do you mean,he’s gotnothing?”

I pace the entirety of my downstairs floor while Turi speaks through the phone. Eduardo’s here too, setting up the finishing touches for Annetta’s surprise, and she’s upstairs crying in the shower. If I thought a little bit of dick magic would cure her grief, I was quickly enlightened when she snuck off to shower and quietly sob like she has every other morning.

I’d hope a call to Turi about the hitman would deliver some good news, but I should have known better.

Eduardo gathers up his tools, waves, looks longingly at thecornettiAnnetta made yesterday, and leaves.

“If he had something to tell us, he would have,” Turi says dryly. “He got an order and a payment, and he didn’t ask any questions.”

“So what now?”

“I’m negotiating withOttavionow.” Turi says his father’s name like it’s a curse. “He is adamant that we can’t have more instability in the Family. We have to do this right. Barbara’s going to Florida this week to identify a loyalreplacement for the Chiarelli Don, and Marisol and Worm are working on digging up some dirt.”

“Dirt?How much more do we need? How many times have they tried killing my wife now?”

I wish I had something heavy and don-shaped to punch as Turi pauses on the other end of the line.

“Yourwife?” he says with an annoying note of amusement.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m going to drive down there and strangle you with my bare hands.”

“I have everything in motion now. The Chiarellis won’t be a threat toyour wifefor long.”

Annetta’s light footsteps sound at the top of the stairs.

“Goodbye, Turi.”

He exhales a laugh as I hang up.

Annetta’s eyes grow wide as she comes around the bend and sees what I have laid out for her. She stops at the edge of the kitchen, taking in the sight of our kitchen turned arsenal. I figured if I couldn’t bring her to the gun range, I’d bring the gun range to her. After my call with Turi, I couldn’t be more glad.

Airsoft, BB guns, gel pistols, and plastic aiming attachments are scattered all over the kitchen island. It’s not a perfect solution, but if she can’t practice with real bullets, then a variety of weapons should give her a comfortable understanding of how to shoot if the time comes.

She approaches the guns like they’re a nest of live snakes. “This is all for me?”

I come up behind her, circling my arm around her waist, and she leans her head back against my chest like we’ve done this a hundred times before. My heart lurches against my ribs.