"Don't stop," I whisper. "Please don't stop, keep going, keep pushing me, don't let me come..."
He smirks while I blush, realizing I've played right into his game. He's the one who's got me wrapped around his finger now. He's the one who calls the shots, I'm merely the puppet on whose strings he's pulling, making me dance any way he fucking wants.
If I didn't know any better, I'd be scared of this influence he has over me. But by now, I trust Adrian. I know he'd never use it against me. He may use my body, but he'd never take advantage of it.
"Please, I'm so close," I beg again. "I can't hold back any longer!"
"Then get ready," he grunts, pushing into me as he pinches my clit between two fingers. "Does it hurt, bambina?"
"Yes," I whisper. "I love it, hurt me more, make me come, Adrian, please!"
"Fucking come," he growls.
Now, the room is lost to a cacophony of sounds as our bodies are taken over by pure desire, bending, molding together as if we were always one, never apart, never without each other.
My orgasm washes over my in waves and doesn't stop. I see stars, fireworks erupting before my eyes as I feel Adrian filling me, muttering my name over and over again as if he's saying a prayer.
I can't imagine love feels better than this. This is what I've spent my entire life wishing, hoping for, and now… I finally have it.
Spent, we lie together on the canvas and only then do I remember what a mess we must have made.
Adrian picks me up and we admire the chaos on the canvas ? colors bleeding into one another, slashes of angry pink, mixing with calm blues and vivid greens.
"It's beautiful," I whisper. "We made this."
"We made more than that." Adrian wraps his arms around me, his hands coming to rest on my tummy. "We made love, and we're going to make a family next."
"Thank you, Adrian," I whisper. "You showed me everything I never knew I desperately needed."
He turns me around in his arms, kissing me deeply as he murmurs, "And you've done the same for me, bambina."
43
Adrian
3 months later
Marzia's really starting to show now. She's entered her second trimester, but the doctor assures us it is still safe for her to travel. And I’m eager to get away from the Estate. After all, I am a married man now…I have no reason to stay at home any longer.
Father has told us he's prepared a surprise for us, and Marzia stares out of the car window expectantly as we drive away from the Estate. Father and I talk while the landscape changes outside.
"Have I been there before?" Marzia asks.
"I told you, I'm going to keep it a surprise until we get there," Father sternly replies. "I'm not going to spoil it just because you're nosy."
Marzia pouts.
It makes me laugh as I pull her against me.
She settles into the crook of my arm, her eyes glued to the car window as we pull away from our last home.
All I know is that Father has secured a new home from us. So, he's sending us away along with six maids and six guards to help us get started. We won't want for anything…I've made a fortune selling the art Vitto had stolen, and we're set for life.
I've explained to Father that I want to take a step back from the famiglia. As much as I didn't want to admit it, the events of the past few months have scarred me, too.
Thinking about the death toll our riffs have caused makes me feel physically sick. I don't want to kill people anymore. I want a quiet life with my wife by my side. Luckily for me, my father has gone along with the plan, agreeing to free me of my duties to the mafia. I'm a free man now, and I couldn't feel better for it.
We drive for an hour until Marzia shoots up in her seat, her eyes finding Father's as she says, "Are we going where I think we're going?"
"Wait and see." He smirks at her.
It takes a while longer, but when we arrive, I'm as shocked as Marzia.
The guards open the doors for us.
Excited, Marzia flees out of the car.
I pull Father to the side, muttering, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"You tell me." He shrugs, pointing to Marzia. "Look at your wife. Have you ever seen her happier?"
I do as he says, drinking in Marzia's gorgeous features. She's smiling wider than I've ever seen her.
We're at the Da Costa Mansion now. I would've thought it was abandoned after the massacre that happened here, but that isn't the case.
The house may have a terrible history, but Marzia doesn't seem to care about any of that as she stares at her former home. She wipes a tear from her eyes. "Can we stay here?" she asks in a whisper, turning to face us. "Can this be our home?"