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“You mean it?” she paused. Her hand froze on his dick and her touch alone made his breathing shorten and quicken. He again refocused his mind.

“I need you to pay attention to Armando’s questions about
la famiglia
business. And deliver a little information for me, when the time is right. Especially if he ever does or says anything that means he is trying to get closer to Gio.”

“But we don’t talk about you and the Battaglias. I don’t like the sound of this. You want me to spy for you?” she removed her hand.

“
Cara
, he isn’t talking to you to be your long lost big brother. He’s prepping you, making you his ally.”

“I would never betray our family or you, Lo,” she said. “You do believe me?”

He chuckled.

“You do believe me?”

“Yes. Still there will come a day when he asks something of you. It will be something small, insignificant. Your first reaction will be to answer or give it. Has he already?”

She bit down on her bottom lip and lowered her gaze.

“What did he ask for?”

“A picture. A picture of Mirabella and me. He wanted to have one, something of us. So I tricked Mirabella into posing for one with me. I got the film developed and gave it to him. And he gave me pictures of my father.”

“And you did this without discussing it with me?” he asked. Marietta opened her mouth to explain but he cut her off. “I’ve taught you better than being so impulsive. Haven’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Damn it,
bambina
!” Lorenzo slapped his forehead with his hand. “Maybe I’ve been too liberal. Gio doesn’t have these issues because he and Mirabella have boundaries. Where are our boundaries, Marie?”

“We have them, Lo. It’s just that you can’t control me like he does her. I won’t put up with it.”

“You think I can’t control you? You think I don’t how?” he asked and the darkness in him surfaced in his eyes.

She lowered her gaze. Lorenzo’s ruthless reputation had been mentioned to her over the years. She heard the stories. But he never showed any of his rage to her. Not since their fated meeting when he discovered the cassette player in her purse.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you.” She wrapped her arm around his neck. “It won’t happen again.” She kissed his lips. “I promise.”

He pinched her on the ass and she squirmed a bit for him. “I will decide how to deal with Armando Mancini. If a brother is what you want to play with, Marie, I will bend him for you. After I break his knees and dust his empire.”

The threat tickled Marietta, she giggled. She didn’t care if Lorenzo wanted the Mancini empire. She learned early in her marriage that her husband’s ambitions would lead him toward some goal such as this. What thrilled her was his willingness to do anything to make her happy. Never in her life had she had that kind of unconditional love.

She kissed his brow. “You’re so bad, Lo! I love it! And for the record there is no man, no one, who will ever make me forget the lessons you’ve taught me. I will do whatever you want me to do. I swear it.” She bounced on his lap with excitement.

Lorenzo laughed. He shook his head smiling. Marietta climbed off him. She stood between him and his desk. Her lips were more persuasive than her words. If she kissed him again he’d do whatever she asked. But she didn’t. Instead she slowly untied the sash to her robe and let the delicate fabric drift down her arms. Again he drank in her beauty. Her body was flawless. The diamond piercing in her bellybutton sparkled. Marie fluffed out her hair and turned to give him full view of her ample butt cheeks. She leaned on his desk. She cast him a look over her shoulder that challenged the beast in him. Then she spread her feet and dipped her spine to give her ass life.

“I’ve missed you so bad, Lo. Fuck me. Now,” she pleaded. Lorenzo scooted his chair closer. Her pussy was now level with his mouth. He closed his eyes and inhaled her rich scent.

“Kiss me, Lo,” she said and reached between her parted thighs to ply her pussy lips apart. He kissed his wife appropriately. His tongue swept and licked from her clit to her forbidden zone. She cried out the way she often did when he fucked her with his tongue. He heard several items push off his desk and crash to the floor. Lorenzo put an iron grip on her thighs and she lifted on her toes. His lids fluttered shut as her cries for mercy only made him want to feast and feast.

Lorenzo couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her. He wanted it all with her—his very own legacy. A dynasty to leave to his sons. Men like him didn’t live until old age. Lorenzo had no intention of dying, but even he and his brothers knew the reaper would come for them, like it had for their fathers before them. That’s why having sons was important.

“Don’t stop! Don’t!” she shouted.

Lorenzo stood. She turned her gaze back over her shoulder to watch as he freed his cock. He lifted her by the hips for the strike. Her knees buckled but she stayed in position for him. That tight pussy of hers squeezed the head of his dick after the first plunge. The breech was glorious. He exhaled hard. Three weeks and he hadn’t touched his wife. What the fuck was he thinking? He gave her another shallow thrust and Marietta’s forehead dropped on the desk. He pushed down on the center of her back to keep her cherry ass nice and high for his invading cock. His mouth formed the perfect shaped O. And his head dropped back. The spasms of her pussy were intensely tight as she worked her ass for him. He learned early on that his woman savored this part. Fuck! It was his favorite part too. He loved to fuck her from behind. He didn’t want to explode. He was so close. Slow and easy he fed her pussy more of him, and then withdrew. He closed his eyes and willed his dick to not rush to the finish line. But the pain for release hammered his pelvis and sent cramps through his groin.

“Fuck! Fuck!” he shouted, and started thrusting in her harder once more. “Fuck! Damn it!” he wheezed as he felt his control slip.

“More, baby, give me more,” she whimpered. Lorenzo bit hard on his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. Marietta danced and moved like no other woman he’d ever known. Even now with him bending over his desk she made her ass cheeks bounce and clap with the working of her feet, she forced him to thrust his hips with such frenzy he was struggling to keep control.

“No! No damn it!” he grunted. His control slipped. It was too much too fast! He exploded in her sweet pussy with a cry of defeat.

Marietta stopped moving and frowned. “You’re done? Already?”

“Marie,
bambina
, I just got home. I haven’t had you in a week. Give me a minute to catch my breath,” he chuckled. He pulled back. She turned and slapped him. It was a love tap, and usually happened if she was frustrated. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “Let me shower. I’ll take care of you tonight. Don’t I always?”

“You better,” she pouted.

Lorenzo shook his head and smiled. “I love you, woman.”

She sat on the desk and stared at him. “I love you too.”

Before she entered his world he had resigned himself to being second in life. He knew now that his dreams were achievable. Why would the saints give him the daughter of one of the most powerful Dons in Sicily as a bride if it weren’t his destiny? It was because he had a higher purpose. Marietta would give him his destiny.

“What is it, baby?” She looked down at his erection. Did the woman always have his dick on her mind? She reached for it. He knocked her hand away.

“Let me suck it, Lo, I’ll get it back up for us,” she came off the desk for him. He grabbed her hand. “What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked.

“A son. I want a baby, Marie. It’s what you want too? Isn’t it?” he squeezed her chin tightly.

She hesitated, and then her resistance softened. “Some day. Yes.”

“No. I want a baby now. Today. Let’s see a doctor. Have a test done to see what the problem is—”

“Lo, stop.” She grabbed his hand that held her face. “We don’t need a doctor, sweetheart. We need each other. You are constantly out there trying to prove yourself to Giovanni. You’re barely in my bed anymore. You want a baby, then eat a little pussy and fuck your wife.”

A gust of laughter exploded from him. He hugged her to him unable to stop. When he caught his breath he confessed.
“La fregna che te ceca!”
It was a phrase said in central Italy where he met her. He said it often since the day she fought him in her hotel suite and then fucked him like a goddess. It meant:
pussy could blind a man
. And it was ever so true about his naughty wife. A dark part of him whispered that she deceived him about wanting to give him sons, but his heart would never let him believe it.

The Guest

“Buon giorno! Buon giorno papà!

Buon giorno! Buon giorno… buon giorno papà!

Batta le manine! Batta le manine!

Buon giorno papà!

Ora viene papà! Ora viene papà!

Buon giorno… buon giorno papà!”

The children sang. Eve led the chorus holding the hands of her brothers on either side of her. The twins mocked their sister. They swayed side to side. Giovanni groaned. He put the pillow over his head. The singing got louder. He turned over. He peeked out of one eye at his grinning
bambini.
They were only a few feet from the bed, and their voices raised louder than that of a bullhorn. He had his wife to thank for the sweet harmony. It was a song she taught them, and they sang it often when he returned from a trip.

Unable to deny them their welcome, he woke and lifted his head. All three cheered with delight and rushed the bed. Eve climbed on first as the bigger of the siblings. Gino was able to keep up. Gianni, however, fell behind and immediately screamed with an explosion of frustrated tears. Giovanni reached for him and brought him on the bed while taking tackles from his other son and daughter.

“Not so rough!” Mirabella said. “Gio, be careful, he’s too close to the edge of the bed. Eve, sit down before you knock Gino off, sweetheart!”

Giovanni threw Gianni and he bounced on the bed nearly rolling to the edge. He giggled, got to his feet, and charged at his father again. Giovanni flipped Eve. He tickled her while Gino climbed on his head. Mirabella threw up her hands in defeat. She joined them on the king size bed.

“
Grazie
for the wake up call, Bella,” Giovanni chuckled.

“
Prego,
sweetheart. Your children wanted to wake you,” she said as she tried to stop Gino from jumping on top of the mattress. He then dove at his father landing on his lap. Giovanni would take hold of his feet and flip him again. “Stop playing so rough. Gino, you could fall off the bed and hit your head.”

Giovanni heard her plea and gave in. He let the kids fight over him. He dropped back on his pillows and drew them all into his embrace. He had long enough arms to hold them.
“Come sta, bambini? Eh?”

The children spoke at once. He couldn’t hear one over the other. He laughed and pretended at understanding Gino. This was his boy. He could see it in his son even now. Of course he loved all his children, but Gino was special. He pulled him in for a bite on his cheek.

“Papa! Listen to me!” Eve whined, trying to push Gino away. “I was talking to you!”

“I’m listening, Lucciola. I always listen,
mia
cara
.” He kissed her next.

“Give me my baby.” Mirabella reached for the whining Gianni. He passed his son over to his mother. The boy silenced the minute Mirabella cradled him in her arms and put him to her breast. Giovanni took hold of Gino and Eve. Both kids sat on his lap but the two shoved at each other for dominance.

“Okay, that’s enough. Be still.” He scolded them. He was a sucker for their pouting. So he tried to make them smile again. “Have you been good?”

“Yes,” they sang and glared at each other.

He looked over to his wife. “Has Ma-Ma been good?”

“Nooooo!” they sang.

He laughed.

“Mama was on the phone, Daddy, all day!” Eve tattled. He glanced to his wife and she looked at her daughter surprised by the accusation. Eve nodded that the story was true. Giovanni felt a pang of guilt. There was a fight once in front of the kids when she spent an entire day on the phone with business calls, and dinner was left to Ana and Zia. He knew the kids heard them arguing but he dismissed it as a forgotten event. Eve was very observant. He wouldn’t allow her to disrespect her mother.