Indebted to the Mafia King
Imperfectly Perfect

Chloe

Our warm kiss turns into something more passionate as our hands begin to roam each other's bodies. There are so many emotions bottled up inside us that it is hard to express them with words. Tony's hands explore my body while he devours my mouth in a heated kiss, suffocating my moans. My head is still spinning from his confession that he loves me, and I can barely focus on what he's doing.

My distraction seems to catch his attention because he pulls away from me, his eyes studying my face carefully. "Is everything okay? We don't need to do this if you don't want to. I-"

My lips are on his before he even finishes his sentence. Like hell I'd let him stop right now. I urge myself to be present, storing his confession for later, when I have time to dwell on it over and over without being interrupted. I wish I could've recorded it so I could listen to it whenever I need reassurance about how he feels about me.

But this is Tony. I know he will shower me with affection and love whenever he can. And whenever I need it.

"Don't you dare stop," I murmur against his mouth, drawing a laugh from him, his hard chest reverberating under my hands.

I push him backward on the bed, straddling him. His hands immediately replace my hips, pinning me against him. I can feel his need for me, and it causes something primal within my core to explode.

My lips lower to his jaw and up to his ear where I bite on his earlobe, causing him to hiss beneath me.

"Careful or I'll make you regret teasing me like that, Mrs. Bellini," he warns in a husky voice. But that only makes me more excited for what he has to offer.

"How do you plan on doing that?" I ask against his ear, and I feel the flesh on his bare arm beneath my hand prickle into gooseflesh.

His grip on my hips lowers to my thighs, and he pulls me downward against his hardness. I'm already feeling an ache between my legs, and him putting pressure on my most sensitive spot only makes me squirm more.

"Is that it?" I hiss, pretending to be strong. Truth is, if he really decides just to tease me, I am doomed.

A grin spreads his lips, and he pushes himself up to a seated position. His eyes divert to my mouth, and I bite my lower lip, wondering what he will do next.

"Do you really want me to make you pay?" he asks, his hands sliding up my thighs and approaching where I need him the most.

When his fingers reach my lacy panties, brushing against my slit, I nod eagerly, cursing myself inwardly for giving him so much power over me.

"All right then. Your wish is my command," Tony whispers, pulling the fabric aside and touching me.

His touch on my skin makes me gasp, and when he starts rubbing and circling my clit, my nails dig into his shoulders as I replace something to steady myself.

My hips rock back and forth involuntarily, riding his fingers like my life depends on it.

"Shit, Tony," I whisper, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"I'm just getting started, baby," he says, his voice heavy with lust. "You're so fucking wet already, I can't wait to be inside you."

"Yeah? What's taking you so long then?" I grumble back, already losing control of myself when he adds some extra pressure with his thumb.

"I still have some things I need to do first," he explains, and in a swift movement, he tosses me on my back on the mattress.

I don't even have time to understand what he's doing when his hands slide my panties down my legs, leaving me exposed to him. Then, he is out of the bed and kneering on the floor in front of me, and with a hard tug, he pulls me toward him and centers his head between my legs.

When his tongue touches me for the first time, I clench my fingers on the sheets beneath me, biting down hard on my lip so I don't scream and wake Ellie.

"Fuck! Tony..." I hiss, unable to control myself anymore. It's like my entire body is going through a short circuit.

He works his magic with his tongue, drinking me in like his life depends on it, and a wave of pleasure courses through me, leaving me momentarily blind and numb. My legs are still trembling by the time he pulls away and stares back at me, his eyes dark.

"Are you good to continue, or do you need a break?" he asks. He has a smirk on his face as he wipes my juices from his chin. All I can do is lie here and pant since I do need a minute to compose myself. "I'll give you a few seconds," he replies when I don't say anything.

"Why don't you use that minute to remove your clothes?" I ask breathlessly when I can manage.

He smirks at me but does as I asked. I watch as he removes his shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs and chiseled chest. Then he moves to remove his pants and boxers, and I prepare myself for what's to come next.

Tony doesn't wait long after he's undressed. He comes back to the bed, hovering over me, teasing me with his tip against my swollen lips.

"Ready?" He lowers himself down so that he's hovering over me.

I nod slowly, in a daze from how sexy he is. Love pours  over me through his eyes.

"I forgot to ask you one thing," Tony adds, gently brushing aside a strand of hair from my sweaty forehead.

"Does it have to be now?" I grunt.

"Yes, I'm afraid it does," he replies. He pecks my lips real quickly then pulls back to look at me again. "Will you marry me? Again? And for real this time?"

I stare blankly at him, unsure I heard him right.

"Are you serious?" I manage.

"Never been more serious in my life."

Overwhelmed, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down, kissing him and murmuring, "Yes," repeatedly against his mouth.

We kiss and laugh together, and by the time he claims me completely, I'm glad to say I've never felt more loved and happy in my life.

I have all I need right here, in this house. A beautiful daughter, a husband who loves me and worships the ground I walk on, and a mother who supports me, no matter what.

Life has been hard so far, but seeing where it took me, it's impossible not to be grateful. It's funny how some people need to go through hard times to get what they want or what they think they deserve.

But this journey shaped us to become the people we are today. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Sure, it could have been easier. But if it had been, I might not be in Tony's arms tonight. I might not even have met him or found him again. At this moment, life feels complete. Right. Well-lived.

And I can't wait to see what it will bring us in the future. I can't wait to live a life with Ellie and Tony, to have more children with him, to celebrate birthdays and anniversaries together, to share every aspect of my life with him daily.

"I love you," I whisper against his chest while we lay together afterward, his fingers lazily drawing circles on my naked back.

His arm tightens around me, pulling me even closer to him, and he places a kiss on the top of my head.

"And I love you more," he replies softly. "More than I ever thought was possible. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that."

I shake my head, tears filling my eyes as I smile up at him. "It's imperfectly perfect. Just like us."