His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1)
His Tesoro: Chapter 80

I sat on the private dock by our villa, my feet skimming the water. It was the last night of our honeymoon, and I was trying to record every part of this trip in my memory.

Footsteps sounded behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see my husband approaching. I ran my eyes down his body—taking in the way his dark brown hair curled into his forehead with the humidity, the glow of his golden-brown muscled chest, and the bulge pressing against his black swim trunks.

He sat down beside me and handed me a drink. It was bright red with a fresh strawberry speared on a colorful little umbrella.

“Virgin strawberry daiquiri.” His lips brushed against my ear. “Almost as sweet as you.”

I blushed as memories of him waking me with his tongue on my pussy flooded my mind… and other parts of me. He ran his fingers across my heated cheeks. “My pretty girl.”

I leaned into his side and took a sip. “This is good. Thank you, miliy.”

“Anything for you.”

I breathed in the sweet scent of flowers and salt in the air and let out a sigh. “I love it here.” The sun was setting, sending pinks and oranges streaking across the sky and water.

“We’ll come back whenever you want. Just say the word.”

“Dangerous offer.”

“Did you not hear me say anything for you?”

I pressed my grin into his shoulder. I was embracing being a spoiled Mafia girl and loving every minute.

“I rather like this bathing suit,” Matteo said. I squirmed under his heated gaze. He’d finally convinced me into a bikini. It was absolutely tiny—black with thin straps that framed my belly. He ran his hand over my growing bump. “We’ll come back with Baby.”

I snuggled deeper into his side and he put his arm around me, holding me close. Matteo had lightened over the past few months. He was letting me in, surprising me with his smiles and sense of humor. The excitement he had for our baby was almost enough to make me forgive how ridiculously overprotective he’d become.

He kissed the top of my head before removing his arm from around me and setting down his drink. I cocked an eyebrow, but he just winked and slipped into the water. His wet hands grasped my thighs and squeezed tightly.

“Are you going to join me, wife?”

“Hmm,” I said, pretending to think about it. He growled and spread my legs, running his tongue up my inner thigh. I set my drink down as he undid the ties of my bikini bottoms.

I glanced over my shoulder. “Someone will see us.”

“I forbid it.”

“Matteo,” I said, exasperated.

“Sofiya,” he responded, matching my tone.

Whatever I was going to say died on my lips as he nuzzled the sensitive skin of my thighs and ran his tongue up my already-wet pussy.

“Oh, tesoro, you should have told me how desperate you were for me. You’re so fucking drenched, so needy.”

I inhaled sharply, my legs widening.

“The prettiest pussy.” He placed gentle kisses up my mound, each one of them torture as I begged him to touch my clit. He finally did, circling it with his tongue, but his movements were too light. “Please,” I begged. “Please, please.”

He chuckled, his laugh vibrating against my sensitive core as he dove back in. This time, his tongue was firm against me and then he finally, finally sucked my clit into his mouth. My orgasm crashed over me, rough and fast, tearing a cry from my lips. Matteo pulled away with a self-satisfied grin, but I wasn’t close to being done.

Something wet landed next to me. My breathing sped up when I saw it was his swim trunks.

“Are you going to join me, Mrs. Rossi?”

I threw myself off the dock into his surprised arms.

“Fuck, be more careful,” he said as he gathered me close to his chest.

“I don’t need to be careful when you’re here to catch me.”

His expression softened, and I pressed my smile to his lips. “You think you have me wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?”

“I only think it because it’s true.”

His hand landed softly on my ass, and I raised my eyebrows at his disgruntled expression. “I can’t even spank you in the water.”

I snorted. “Rain check. Give me a smack when we get out.”

He skimmed his lips down the side of my face. “I’ll give you whatever I want.” His voice was low, and I held back my whimper.

I turned on my back and floated, loving how weightless the water made me feel. I ran my hand over the bump on my stomach. “Do you think we’re having a boy or a girl?” We had an ultrasound scheduled in a few days to replace out the sex.

Matteo’s hand joined mine, caressing my stomach. “A boy.”

I scowled. “Why, because the big bad Don needs a male heir?”

He scoffed and pulled me into his arms, my back pressed tight against his chest as his legs treaded water to keep us afloat. “My naughty girl is feeling very sassy.” He nipped at my ear. “No, because if we have a girl, she’ll be just as pretty as you, and then I’ll have to gouge out all the eyes in New York City… the entire state.”

“You’re ridiculous.” But I couldn’t stop my smile. All our scans had been good so far—and we’d had a lot of them since anytime I was anxious, Matteo demanded the doctor come over and do another one. He’d finally just purchased an ultrasound machine for our apartment to make it easier.

I was slowly allowing myself to be hopeful that this baby would be okay.

Matteo tightened his grip on me and towed me through the water.

“Where are we going?”

“I need better leverage.”

“Leverage?”

We drew closer to our private beach until Matteo could stand in the water. He arranged me so I was facing him, my arms and legs wrapped around him.

“Ahh, leverage,” I said with a smile.

He hummed and wrapped my damp hair around his fingers, tipping my head back. “My perfect, gorgeous wife. The perfect little slut for me.”

I shivered in his tight hold, and then he slipped inside me. We both moaned as his cock filled me, stretched me. His hand palmed my ass, squeezing hard as he murmured praise against my skin. He kept rocking against my body and I tipped my head back, taking in the candy-colored sky. Something about this moment—the warm water streaked with pink, his possessive hold, the rough way he thrust inside me and the gentle look in his eyes—healed the little raw edges of my heart. The relief of it was physical, a breath of springtime air after a dark winter bringing the promise that Matteo was for me, on my side always, and I was the same for him.

I pulled him in for a salty kiss. “This is everything.”

“You are everything,” he responded.

I pressed my cheek against his and closed my eyes, content to just feel. Feel my husband making love to me in paradise, feel my heart mending itself, feel the hope for a bright future.

It was here.

And it was ours.