His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1)
His Tesoro: Chapter 76

Three Months Later

“So we’re not staying in Los Angeles?”

I gave Sofiya a look. “No, we are not having our honeymoon in Los Angeles.”

She looked out the plane window. We were refueling at LAX before the next leg of our trip. “How am I supposed to know? I’m sure L.A. is cool.”

I pulled her from her seat and into my lap. She gave me a knowing smile as she ran her fingers down my jaw. I could only go a few minutes without touching her before I got a tight, itchy feeling in my chest.

“You will love our destination.”

Sofiya nipped my lip. “You say that like a threat.”

“Hush.” I cupped her face, running my thumb across her soft cheek before pulling her into a kiss.

It had taken a while to convince her to show me her complete Dream List. Everything about it was pure innocence, and I’d made it my life’s mission to help her do everything on it. I’d planned our honeymoon specifically so she could cross off some items. Once we completed it, I would have her write another. And another. Until the only memories she had were happy ones.

I begrudgingly relinquished my hold on her for take-off. She stayed glued to the window as we left the ground, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I curled a lock of her hair around my finger.

Once we were in the air, I unbuckled her and drew her back into my arms. Sofiya snuggled into my chest, her eyes falling closed.

“Do you think Noodle will be okay with Sienna? I still think we should have brought him.”

“He’ll be so spoiled. This is a vacation for him, too.”

She hummed. We’d decided not to take Noodle since it was a long flight and I would be with her our entire trip, helping her with whatever she needed. It had been hard to convince Sofiya to leave him, but Sienna had promised to send at least daily pictures and updates.

I ran my hand through her hair. “You tired, pretty girl?”

“Mmm, maybe a little sleepy.”

I picked her up, loving the way she clung to me, and walked to the back bedroom. Angelo and Enzo lifted their chins as I passed them. They were here as our bodyguards while Romeo was in charge at home.

I settled Sofiya on the bed. She made a disgruntled noise when I pulled away.

“I’m not leaving,” I reassured her. “Just going to tell the crew not to disturb us and grab some water. Do you need anything?”

“Just you.”

Fuck, I would never get used to that. Sofiya had shown me more kindness than I ever deserved after how I’d treated her. The first few weeks had been hard. I’d had to destroy the remaining pockets of Albanian and Bratva threats and reestablish my control over my city, all while healing from my injuries and trying to repair my marriage. I’d tried grand gestures, extravagant gifts, fancy dinners, but I slowly realized that what Sofiya really needed was me showing up consistently. Keeping my promises. Sharing my feelings.

It was all worth it when she said sweet shit like that.

When I returned to the room, she was curled up on her side, eyes closed. I stripped down to my underwear and got in behind her, making sure the blanket was settled around her.

“I want you inside me,” she murmured.

I ran my hand down her swollen belly. “You need to sleep, tesoro.” Her pregnancy was going well, but she was tired lately. I’d asked Sofiya’s doctor about a hundred times if it was safe for her to go on a long flight, and she had reassured me it was fine. Sofiya didn’t know I’d hired an OBGYN to stay at our resort, just in case something happened.

“But I still want you inside me.”

My hand froze on its path down her hip. “While you’re asleep?”

She nodded and scooted further back against me, grinding her sweet little ass against my rock-hard cock. I slipped off her sweatpants and underwear before running my finger through her pussy. “You’re soaked. Does the idea of me using your sweet little pussy while you’re asleep make you wet for me?”

She whined and I thrust two fingers inside her. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes, it does. Please, I need you.”

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “That’s my good girl. You know I’ll always give you what you need.”

I took off my boxers, the tension in my chest easing even more at the feel of her warm skin against mine. Maybe I would start insisting she stay naked all the time. At least when we were home. Her changing body made me feral. I wanted her filled with my cum every moment of every day.

I placed a cushion between her legs to give her the support she needed before slipping inside her. I groaned into her hair, breathing in her sweet scent. “I’ll never get enough of this. I want to live inside you.”

She moaned and pushed her hips back, taking more of my cock.

“You like that idea, tesoro? Do you ache when I’m not inside you?”

“Yes. It’s too empty.”

“Mmm, maybe I need to get you a pussy plug to keep you full whenever I can’t. Remind you who this cunt belongs to.”

She breathed in sharply, and I grinned. “Oh, my little wife likes that idea.”

I fucked her slowly as she shuddered, each thrust a reminder of my ownership, my love. Our breathing synced and I pressed my hand to her breast, feeling her heartbeat against the palm of my hand.

When she came, her orgasm was soft, washing over her like a wave. I followed, groaning as I spilled inside her. But instead of pulling out, I kept my cock firmly inside her, making sure none of my seed leaked out.

I dozed off and when I woke, Sofiya was still asleep and I was still inside her. I shifted my hips, keeping my thrusts as gentle as possible so I didn’t wake her. It wasn’t long before I grew hard again and she let out a little whimper.

“Shh, that’s a good girl. Don’t wake up. Just let me fuck you back asleep.” I pressed my hand to the front of her throat, lightly collaring it as I kept thrusting. I dragged out my orgasm, never wanting this moment to end.

“Fiji? We’re in Fiji?” Sofiya’s eyes were bright as the car drove us to our villa. “There’s the ocean!”

“Fuck, you’re cute.”

She threw her arms around me, holding tight. “I can’t believe we’re in Fiji. I would have been happy with Los Angeles.”

“You have things to cross off your list.”

She pulled back. “Yes, I’m sure all of this is in service of my Dream List.” She shook her head and laced her fingers through mine.

Angelo and Enzo stayed with her as I checked us in at the resort lobby. When I headed back out, I saw her sitting in a golf cart. On the driver’s side.

“Tesoro?”

“Can you believe we get two golf carts for our stay?” Her eyes were bright and filled with mischief. She was so much trouble.

“Thrilling. Now, why are you sitting there?”

“Oh, I thought it was obvious. I’m driving us to our villa.”

I looked over at Angelo and Enzo, who were in the second golf cart wearing shit-eating grins.

I shook my head.

I was the Don. I would take control of this situation.

“Hop on, miliy.” She patted the seat next to her.

Somehow, I found myself sliding into the passenger side. Sofiya gave a little whoop and pressed the gas pedal to the floor, following a staff member who was guiding us to our villa with our luggage piled on the back of their golf cart.

“Slow down!” I shouted. “Have you ever driven before?”

“I drive my wheelchair all the time. There’s no one with as much motorized vehicle driving expertise as me!” She took a sharp turn towards the water, and I threw my arm across her body as visions of us ending up in the ocean flashed before my eyes.

“Relax, husband. I’ve got this.”

My heart did not stop pounding.

We rounded another bend and our villa came into view. It was a large wooden house with a thatched roof and wrap-around porch.

“It’s over the water! Oh my God!” Sofiya shrieked. “I’m definitely going to get to touch the ocean.” She let out a gasp and then faced me. I made a terrified noise in the back of my throat and grabbed the steering wheel. She snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Do they have snorkeling here? That’s another thing on my list.”

“Slow down,” I growled.

She released a put-out huff and then came to a jerking stop beside the other golf cart.

“So, snorkeling?” Her eyes were sparkling, and I kissed her nose.

“Yes, baby, they have snorkeling here.”

She leaned into me, and then her smiling expression morphed into something sad as tears filled her eyes.

“Tesoro mio, what is wrong?” I looked around, ready to burn the entire villa to the ground if something about it was upsetting her.

“I just can’t believe we’re actually here. I can’t believe this is my life.” She wiped a tear. “Thank you for giving it to me.”

I pressed my forehead to hers. “Don’t thank me. Ever. You deserve everything.”

“And that’s what you’ve given me.”