His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1)
His Tesoro: Chapter 39

“Shit.”

I paced by the bed, needing to do something with the frantic energy gripping me.

Sofiya sat up, drawing the sheet around her so her body was covered. I would have demanded she stop hiding her perfect curves, but it was taking everything in me to keep myself from losing my shit.

“Matteo?” Her voice was hesitant, barely above a whisper.

My throat was too tight to respond.

“Was it… did I do something wrong?”

“What?” I whirled back to face her. “You were perfect.” My words came out in an angry growl. How dare she even question herself when that was the best fucking experience of my life?

A soft smile tugged at her lips and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds. The vise grip on my chest eased.

“Then why are you pacing?”

“Are you on birth control?” My question was too abrupt, but I couldn’t replace it in myself to soften my words the way she deserved.

Her lips parted and she blinked quickly. “No, I’m not. Was I supposed to be? I’m sorry.”

I let out a deep breath. “I’m fucking all this up.” I sat back down on the bed and pulled her to me.

“You don’t want to have a child with me?” Her question was so tender it broke my chest open.

I gripped her jaw tight, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I want nothing more than to pump you full of my cum until you’re round with my child. It would be a dream come true. But… can you have kids safely?”

I cursed myself for having my head up my ass that I hadn’t thought this through. What if pregnancy was dangerous for her? It wouldn’t detract from how I felt about her, although it would be a complication in terms of securing my legacy. For the first time in my life, my loyalty to the Mafia didn’t feel like the most important thing.

“Oh,” she said, chewing her lip. “I guess I don’t actually know.”

I freed her lip, running my thumb across the soft skin. “We’ll talk to the doctor tomorrow and get an answer.” I rolled my shoulders. Good. A plan. That’s what I needed to feel in control.

Sofiya said nothing. Her fingers twisted in the blanket. I frowned, taking her hands in mine. I was struck again by how much smaller she was than me. My hands easily engulfed hers.

“What if I can’t?” she whispered.

“Then you can’t.” I ran my fingers through her hair and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“But you need an heir.” She was growing tense under my touch, and I scowled. She’d been perfectly relaxed and flushed with pleasure until I ruined it. I needed to fix this.

I stood from the bed again, but this time I reached down to scoop up my wife. She clutched at my shoulders, as if there was the slightest risk of my dropping her.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you in the bath,” I said, striding into the bathroom. “Can you sit on the counter? Or should I get your chair?”

“Counter is fine,” she responded softly.

I placed her down and turned to the bathtub. I wanted a repeat of our time in the tub the other night, but this time would be even better because I could touch her however I wanted. The water should soothe any soreness she felt, which was good because my cock was already growing hard again.

I turned the hot water on before looking under the counter for the bath shit. My eyes landed on a bottle of bath oil. Lavender. That felt like something Sofiya would like.

I straightened and held the bottle out to her. “This okay?”

Her brow was furrowed as she nodded. I ran my thumb up her forehead, smoothing out the skin. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry if I’m a disappointment.”

My heart stuttered. “What?”

“If I can’t have kids. And just all of this,” she gestured vaguely at her legs, but her hand movement drew my eyes to her pussy, distracting me for a moment. I blinked, tearing my eyes away.

“You are not a disappointment. You will not even think that. I forbid it.” I glared at her and to my surprise, she giggled.

Grown men would fall to their knees and beg for mercy if I looked at them like that. But here she was, laughing.

I ran my hands up her legs. “It seems like you’re not taking me seriously, tesoro. Laughing at your Don is very naughty.”

Heat flared in her eyes.

“What are you going to do about it?”

My cock twitched as it hardened and I groaned, pressing my forehead to her shoulder. I nipped at her skin. “I just might have to punish you.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, her hand cupping the back of my head. “Maybe I would like that.”

I cursed and forced myself to push away from her. “Stop distracting me,” I bit out, turning to the tub.

The sound of her laughter followed me as I poured in the bath oil.

I settled her in the bath first and then got in behind her.

“Are you comfortable, tesoro?”

“Yes,” she said with a sigh, snuggling back into my chest.

I ran my hands down her front, lingering on her breasts before cupping her pussy. She whimpered and I leaned in to kiss her cheek. “How sore are you?”

“Umm…”

“Be honest,” I said, tweaking her nipple.

She huffed and pinched my leg. “Fine. I’m very sore because of your big dick. Happy?”

I snorted. “Fuck, you’re cute. But no, baby, I’m not happy that you’re hurting.”

“I guess you’ll just have to take care of me, then.”

I placed another kiss on her cheek, gently collaring her throat with my hand. “I guess so.”