His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1)
His Tesoro: Chapter 42

I groaned, pushing away from my desk. I’d been in my office all fucking day, making plans for our decoy shipments with Romeo and Domenico. We would tell our soldiers about our plan to drive additional weapons into the city from our northern warehouse to make up for the lost shipment, but each group would be told one of five different routes. We would track which route was intercepted by the Albanians, showing us which men to question.

We were still working to finalize our plans, but it had been hours since I said goodbye to Sofiya this morning. The slow-growing obsession I had with my wife had accelerated like wildfire after being inside her. I needed to touch her, hold her, confirm she was safe.

I’d abruptly announced to Domenico and Romeo that we were done for the day—citing dinner as an excuse—and kicked them out of my office. Excitement strummed through me at the thought of spending the evening with Sofiya as I gathered up the large gift bag and headed upstairs to our apartment. I came to a sudden stop when I saw her in the kitchen with three of my men. Angelo, Enzo, and Romeo were all crowded around the kitchen island while Sofiya sat on the seat of her rollator, a pretty smile on her face.

I. Saw. Red.

That smile was only for me, and now she was using it up on other men.

Angelo caught sight of me first and immediately straightened up, his eyes widening. “Boss.”

Enzo jolted to a standing position, looking guilty as hell, but Romeo stayed leaning over the countertop as he gave me a shit-eating grin. The only one who didn’t seem to sense my murderous rage was Sofiya, who moved to get up.

I let out an annoyed huff. I should be the one walking to her, especially after her day yesterday. She’d managed to stand by the time I crossed the room, and my arms were immediately around her. I wanted to scold her for not waiting for me, but first I had three men to murder.

I kept Sofiya in my arms as I turned to face them.

“Why are you in my house?” I asked, my voice ice cold.

“The lovely Sofiya invited us,” Romeo said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. I didn’t know what the fucker was doing here. He’d left my office just minutes before I did.

“I’m trying out new cookie recipes and I invited them in to be my taste-testers,” Sofiya said.

I looked down at my beautiful wife. Her hair was braided in a crown around her head, and her eyes were bright and happy.

Killing three men in our kitchen probably would make her unhappy.

I cast my gaze over the counters, which were perfectly clean, with no baked goods in sight. “And where are these cookies?” I asked, making sure to inject my voice with warmth even as I scowled at my men over the top of her head.

“Oh,” she said, her eyes shining with sadness. I cupped her face, ready to eliminate whoever, whatever was upsetting her. “I’m afraid we ate them all.”

I closed my eyes and breathed through my rage. These bastards came into my home, spent time with my wife, and now they ate all of my cookies? My hand twitched towards the gun tucked in my waistband.

“Just kidding!” Sofiya said with a giggle. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

My eyes popped open. “Do you think that’s funny, tesoro?”

“Just a little bit,” she said.

My hand moved down her body and I almost cupped her hot little pussy until I remembered my men were still here. “Leave,” I barked at them. Enzo and Angelo looked relieved to get out of here, but Romeo grinned as he walked towards us and pressed a kiss to the top of Sofiya’s head. I growled, trying to figure out how to kill him without injuring my wife.

“Thanks for sharing your sweetness with us today,” he said before sauntering towards the door.

“Thanks for your help,” she called out. “Tomorrow we’ll have to try some cake recipes.”

The door closed, leaving us alone.

I lifted Sofiya onto the kitchen island. “They’re here to guard you, not eat cookies.” I kept my arms around her. “And if you need a taste-tester, you have me.”

“But you’re at work,” she said, trailing her fingers down the side of my face.

I scowled, hating the reminder that anything could pull me away from her. My hands flexed on her hips. “I’ll work from the kitchen when you need a taste-tester.”

Sofiya smiled but then it fell, making me feel like the world had gone dark.

“You’re sweet.” She kissed my jaw, and I decided in that moment I might not mind being called sweet by my wife. “But I know you can’t always be here.”

“Those men are here to protect you, tesoro. They’re not supposed to be taking advantage of you.”

Her brow furrowed and she met my gaze with her bright blue eyes. “I invited them in.” Her voice was soft, hesitant. “They didn’t want to come at first, but I said it was okay. Was that wrong?”

I hated the unsure look on her face. She should never feel unsure about anything when she was in my arms.

“No. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I sighed as I placed another kiss on her forehead.

“But you didn’t like them being here.” It was a statement, not a question.

I said nothing in response.

“Okay,” she said, a tight smile on her lips.

“Okay what?” I asked.

“I won’t have them in here anymore. I’m sorry it made you uncomfortable. I just… It’s empty here when you’re gone. But that’s fine.”

I hated the way she was forcing a smile onto her face, hated the way she averted her eyes as if she was ashamed.

I wouldn’t have it.

I gripped her chin again and forced her to meet my gaze. “You don’t apologize,” I gritted out. “You should have told me you were lonely.”

“But that’s not your problem,” she said.

When would she realize that everything that had to do with her was my problem? No, my honor to fix.

“You’ll come to work with me tomorrow,” I announced. “Your guards can come inside the apartment, but only if you invite them. And you will tell me if any of them does anything to make you upset or uncomfortable.”

I picked her up, supporting her weight with one hand under her ass and the other around her waist. I managed to wrap the gift bag around my hand. I wanted to change out of my suit and I wasn’t about to spend another second away from her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her lips pressing a soft kiss to my skin.

“But tesoro?” I said as I walked into my bedroom. Our bedroom, because she wasn’t about to sleep in the fucking guest room ever again. “If they ever eat my baked goods, made for me by my wife, I can’t be held responsible for their murder.”

Sofiya giggled as I gently laid her down on the bed. I leaned over her with a scowl. She wasn’t taking my threat seriously enough.

“Don’t worry. As if I’d let them do that.” She pulled me down for a kiss—the second one she had initiated today—and something in my chest softened. “Now, get changed so I can cuddle with you.”

My cock twitched at her demand. I cocked an eyebrow. “Is that how you speak to your husband?”

Her cheeks flushed and she ran her hand through my hair. “I think he might like it.”

I growled, pressing my face into her neck. Her skin was so soft, and she smelled like sugar and vanilla. She giggled and pushed me off her. “Change first unless you want me to trap you on this bed in your suit.” Her fingers trailed down my tie as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to let me go.

“I have a better idea.” I pulled away from her just enough to strip off my clothes, tossing my tie across the room. Then I peeled off her clothes as if unwrapping a present, savoring every new inch of skin that was revealed.

“You’re full of good ideas today,” she teased.

“So you’ll come to work with me?” I kissed a line down her neck and chest until I reached her soft stomach. I licked and kissed it, paying extra attention to the area after she’d shared her insecurities.

She squirmed a bit, but didn’t push me away. “Oh, I have a choice, do I?”

“No,” I gritted out.

She just hummed and nudged my head lower. I grinned, loving her unexpected confidence.

“What’s in the bag?” she asked, excitement in her voice.

“Something for us to try out.” I continued moving down her body until I was level with her pussy, and then I dove in.

I took a long, slow lick, groaning as her scent and taste surrounded me. Her fingers brushed through my hair and it made me want to fucking purr. I couldn’t get enough. I licked and sucked, noting exactly what made her squirm and whimper. I was determined to learn everything about her body. I needed her as addicted to me as I was to her. She consumed my thoughts, and that was only after one night spent inside her. The reasonable part of me screamed danger, warning me to not let my guard down, to not let her get under my skin. But it was hard to care about that with the sweet taste of her pussy on my lips.

“Try out how?”

I ignored her question, too consumed by her sweetness to pull away long enough to answer. I circled her clit with my tongue, keeping a steady rhythm as she writhed against me.

“Matteo.” Sofiya’s voice was breathy and desperate as her hold on my hair tightened.

“I’ll show you once you come.” I pressed two fingers inside her, groaning at how warm and slick she was. My cock twitched, desperate to be surrounded by her heat. I needed to replace a way to stay inside her all the time.

She let out a moan, which turned into a scream as I sucked her cute little clit into my mouth. She clenched around my fingers, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my cock against the sheets. Precum wept from the tip like it was just as desperate to be inside her as I was.

Sofiya panted as she came down from her orgasm, her expression soft and relaxed. I licked her clean, savoring her little whimpers and how she twitched under my touch.

I ran my nose up her slit, tempted to start all over again, but then she nudged my head. “I want to see what’s in the bag.”

I grinned at the little whine in her voice. I was going to enjoy spoiling her.

I set the bag on the bed and she eagerly moved into a seated position. Her arms came to cover her bare breasts and I tugged them away. I refused to let her hide away any part of her body, especially her perfect pink little nipples.

Her brow furrowed as she pulled out a large foam pillow.

“It’s a sex pillow,” I said at her confused expression. “I’ve ordered more. They’ll be here tomorrow.” I planned to fuck her often, and I’d read pillows like this would make things easier on her joints.

Her lips parted. “That’s so thoughtful.”

I snorted. “Yes, very thoughtful.” No selfish motivation here at all.

She grinned. “Well, I guess I should try it out.” She ran her hand along it. “Umm, how does it work?”

I pressed my face into her hair and chuckled. All the stress from my day had somehow melted away. “Let me help you.”

I gently arranged her over the large wedge pillow, my hands refusing to leave her skin. Her plump little ass was high in the air, her chest pressed to the sloping cushion and arms extended in front of her. I gripped her legs, spreading them apart to reveal her pussy lips. She gave her ass a little wiggle, and I had to grip my cock to keep myself from coming.

“I like this,” she said. She pushed up to a seated position on her knees, angling her body to face me. “And… I have an idea.” She was chewing her lip again, and I scowled as I freed it from her teeth.

“What’s your idea, tesoro?”

“We don’t have to do it.”

I fixed her with a stern expression.

“Okay, fine,” she huffed. “Can you sit against the headboard and spread your legs?”

I wanted to demand she tell me every detail of what she wanted to do, but I forced myself to cede control, at least for this moment. I moved against the headboard, spreading my legs wide.

She looked determined as she arranged the wedge between my legs. I furrowed my brow, trying to figure out what she was planning.

Then she draped herself over the pillow, positioning her face right by my cock.

Her eyes flickered uncertainly to mine, and then she reached out, her small hand encircling it. I should encourage her, say something to put her at ease, but I was too busy focusing all my brain power on not coming embarrassingly quickly.

Then her little pink tongue flitted out and licked. I let out a loud curse and my hips twitched without my permission. She giggled.

Fucking giggled.

“Are you laughing at me?” I growled.

Her wide eyes met mine. “Never.” Before I could respond, her mouth was on me again, except this time she took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked.

I fisted the sheets and clenched my jaw. I would not come in less than a minute. I refused.

I closed my eyes, blocking out the seductive vision of Sofiya hungrily sucking my cock.

My hips jerked again, trying to push deeper into her mouth.

Think of something else. Anything else.

Torture.

Blood.

The pile of invoices on my desk.

It was no use. Her mouth felt too good.

“Fuck. Fuck,” I groaned.

Sofiya pulled off me and my body screamed to push her back on me. “Am I doing good?”

“Yes,” I said tersely. I wrapped her hair around my hand and urged her back down to my cock.

She grinned. “Feeling impatient, husband?”

“Don’t toy with me, wife,” I growled. She giggled until I added, “Or next time, I’ll bring you to the edge over and over, but never let you come, even when you’re sobbing and begging.”

She blinked and then practically lunged at my cock, taking it to the back of her mouth until she gagged. She pulled back, blinking tears from her eyes. I ran my thumb across her cheeks. “That’s my good girl. You can take me.” She blinked, her gaze so trusting as I guided her back on my cock. This time, when she sucked me in deep, she only gagged slightly as she took me to the back of her throat.

My grip on her tightened as I felt myself about to come. I tried to hold off, to prove to my innocent little wife that I had more stamina than this, but then her cheeks hollowed, her hand tightened around the base of my cock, and it was over.

I let out a shout as I spilled in her mouth. My head fell back against the headboard and my breaths were ragged. That was the best blowjob of my life.

Sofiya cocked her head. “I wasn’t sure how it would taste, but it’s not bad.”

I slung my arm over my face. She had just destroyed me, sucked my soul out of my dick, and here she was, casually analyzing the experience.

“Is it usually that quick?” she mused.

I removed my arm from my face and stared at my wife. “What did you say?” My voice was low, dark.

She met my gaze with wide eyes, but there was a slight twitch to her lips.

She was…

Fuck. She was teasing me.

A peel of laughter burst from her lips and I growled. “You think that’s funny?”

“Maybe just a little.”

I shifted forward, cupping her face. “You’re going to regret that, tesoro.”

“Oh, yeah?”

I shook my head, my mouth twisting with the effort of keeping the smile off my lips. She went to move off the pillow, but I held her down, my touch firm but gentle.

“What are you⁠—”

I cut off her question by bringing my hand down on her ass. She turned to stare at me, lips parted. “Did you just spank me?”

I smirked and my hand came down on her other ass cheek. “Maybe you’ll learn not to tease your husband.”

She gasped as I spanked her again. “I don’t know if this is the right thing to do if you want to discourage me.”

My cock grew hard again at the realization that she fucking liked this.

I brought my hand down twice more on her ass before rubbing my hands along her pink, heated skin. My fingers dipped between her legs. Her pussy was soaked. “Mmm, my naughty girl likes this.”

She shook her head and let out a sound of protest, but it just made me break out in a feral smile.

I moved fully behind her, running my hand down her back. “Are you still comfortable?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

“You would tell me if you weren’t?”

“Promise.”

And with that, I could no longer hold back. I tightened my grip on her hips and thrust inside her. She inhaled sharply at the stretch and I knew she was probably still sore from last night. I slowed my movements and ran another hand down her skin, soothing her. “Good girl, taking whatever I give you.”

Her ass jiggled with every thrust and even though I’d come just minutes before, my spine tingled as I held back my orgasm. I angled our position so her clit rubbed against the wedge with every thrust as I tried to fucking burn the sound of her every moan and cry into my brain.

Finally, finally she tightened around me, and we both cried out as we came.

I rested my forehead against her spine, breathing her in.

Memorizing everything about this moment.