by Mae Doyle
“Roque!” She screams, arching her back and turning to look at me. I lock eyes with her as I pound into her sweet cunt, my cock throbbing as her tight walls squeeze me and threaten to milk me.
Not yet.
Reaching forward, I grab her tit and squeeze the nipple, making it harden in my hand. Her body is perfect, and she’s built for me. In the only one who knows how to make her cry out like this and how to give her all of the pleasure that she deserves, and I’m never going to stop.
Eva may not realize it now, but I’ve claimed her for my own and I’m never giving her up.
She’s slamming back onto my cock, giving as well as she’s getting, trying to send herself over the edge, and I still, grabbing her hips to hold her in place. Eva whimpers, forcing herself back and trying to move on my cock, but I hold her still.
Finally, she turns to look at me again. “Please,” she whispers.
Fuck, I don’t know that I’ve ever heard anything as sweet as my Eva begging me to fuck her. Immediately, instead of holding her hips to keep her from moving, I dig my fingers and pull her towards me, pounding deeper into her.
She screams out my name, her skin slick with sweat, and I feel my balls start to tighten. The base of my spine tingles as I slam into her, and I know that I’m not going to be able to last much longer. There’s something so sweet about being deep in her perfect little cunt that makes it difficult for me to hang on any longer. I’m slamming into her, her tight walls squeezing me, and I gasp out, “you better be ready, Eva, because I’m about to cum.”
“Roque!” She cries out, and I know that she’s cumming ,her sweet juices flowing over my cock as her body shakes around me. All of her muscles are gripping me and squeezing me, and I dig my nails into her perfect skin as I release into her.
She’s mine. Every fucking part of Eva is mine and I’m going to claim her and make her realize it every single day, if I need to.
She collapses on the bed and I slip out of her, my cock still throbbing and cum still leaking from the tip. Moaning, Eva turns to look at me.
“Roque,” she says, but that’s all she manages. I lean forward and brush her hair from her face before kissing her cheek. “That was…”
“Just the beginning,” I interrupt. Even though I just came in her, the sight of her sprawled out on my bed is going to make me hard again. I need to shower after the business with her ex, and I want her soapy tits pressed up against me. “Get up,” I tell her, taking her by the hand and helping her off of the bed.
She moves slowly, like she’s sore, and I feel a flash of empathy, but the hardening of my cock pushes that away. “We need to shower,” I tell her.
Eva nods, her eyes traveling down my body. She grins when she sees my cock and reaches out, slowly stroking her hand up and down my length.
“Again?” She asks, her voice all innocent, but I know my Eva. She’s not innocent. Any of that has been stripped away. She’s the perfect match for me.
“I can’t get enough of you.” This time, when I pull her by the hand, she follows me into the bathroom.
Chapter 22
Eva
“Are you sure that your parents really want to meet me? Again, I mean.” Yeah, I’ve met both Pops and Ma before – back when I was tied to the bed in their house and kept as a prisoner so that I couldn’t leave and tell the cops that they were the mafia.
Although, if you have half a brain, you should be able to tell that something’s up. Most men don’t dress as nice as the Torenti family does. Really, though, I’ve never seen men all wear suits and cufflinks before. They look great, don’t get me wrong, but maybe it’s just because now I know that they’re mafia that it seems so much more suspicious to me.
Roque glances over at me and then reaches out to slip his hand into mine. “I promise you, Eva, they want to see you. They want to get to know you better than they have. I’ve told them a lot, but it’s still important for you to come by.”
I’ve been living with Roque for the past few weeks. He trusts me now to take the car and pop out to the store, but he hasn’t been keen on me leaving for long periods of time. I get it, I do. I’d be nervous about trusting me, too, if I were him.
But it’s Mother’s Day, and he told me that there was no way we could miss lunch with the entire family. Nervously, I reach down to wipe my hands on my jeans, but I have on a cotton sundress, and instead I just smooth it out over my legs. It’s bright yellow and fits me perfectly, flaring out from the waist a little when I move.
Of course, the first thing that Roque had done when he saw me in it was flip it up over my ass and fuck me in the kitchen. We’re a little late for lunch, but he told me that it would be fine.
“I just think I’d make a better impression if we weren’t late, you know?” When he glances over at me, I give him a wink and he visibly relaxes.
“You can’t go around the house wearing shit like that and think that I’m not going to want to fuck you,” he growls back, running his thumb over the back of my hand. “I couldn’t help myself when I saw what you were wearing, and nobody would convict.”
At this, I laugh out loud, and damn, it feels good. Before I found Roque, it had been a long time since I felt like I could just throw my head back and laugh. Nobody wants to feel like they don’t have any joy in their life, but that’s exactly what I was facing. It’s damn hard to be happy when you’re constantly looking over your shoulder for your crazy ex and his goons.
***
God, this tiramisu is amazing. I’m definitely going to have to ask Ma for the recipe, but I’m worried that if I do, I’ll never fit into another little sundress. Is it worth being able to eat this every day for the rest of my life when I know that Roque won’t be able to flip my dress up from behind and fuck me whenever he wants?
I pause, the fork to my mouth, and consider it.
Before I can take the bite or make up my mind, though, Pops interrupts me.
“So, Eva, I have something to talk to you about.”
My stomach drops and I put my fork back on my plate, looking sadly at the last bite. “What can I do for you, sir?” I ask him, wanting to be polite, but also really wanting that last bit of tiramisu.
“Well, Roque tells me that you’ve settled in well at his home.”
I glance at Roque to see if there’s a hidden meaning to what his dad is saying. Yeah, I’ve settle in alright, if he means that I have his son’s cock in me twice a day. Normally, I’d be going stir-crazy in a house without being allowed to work, but I’ve actually really enjoyed taking care of the house and being around for Roque. It’s not practicing law, that’s for sure, but it’s a hell of a lot better than waiting tables.
“I think so. We’ve come up with a pretty good routine for the two of us, although he knows that I’d like to spend a bit more time working outside of the home.” Does Roque know that? I’ve mentioned it, but before I’m done talking, I’m usually riding his cock, so it’s hard to say what we’ve really discussed.
“That’s what I thought. A woman like you isn’t made to just live in the house.” Nobody else at the table says anything, but the look on Roque’s face tells me that he knows exactly where this is going. I wonder if he’s happy about what his dad is saying to me, but I can’t tell.
“Okay.” Now I do pick up my fork and take the last bite of tiramisu. Yep, worth it. The delicious flavors spread across my tongue and I close my eyes for just a second, really enjoying them.
“That’s why we’d like to offer you a job.”
“A job?” I have a momentary mental image of me wearing a tiny skirt and apron and tottering around their house on heels while I serve them and all of their important friends drinks and snacks, and I raise an eyebrow. It’s not exactly what I want to be doing again. Ever.
“We’re looking for a new lawyer,” he continues, like he and everyone else at the table hadn’t just been able to perfectly read what was written all over my face. “We need someone to help with the books for the family
and to help if there are every any…scrapes that we get into, and Roque thought that you would be perfect.”
Roque thought that? I glance over at him for confirmation and he gives me a small nod.
A job.
Doing what I love.
For the mafia?
Honestly, that’s the part that gives me a little pause. I think about what all of my old stuffy lawyer friends would say if they knew, and a thrill runs through me. I think about working with Roque every single day and the breaks that we could take when we need to clear our heads.
Now I have to shift position on my seat to try to ignore the throbbing in between my legs. That happens every damn time I think about Roque, which could make working with him a little complicated.
Or amazing.
Everyone at the table is staring at me, and I realize with a start that I’d be the only woman allowed to help with the business. The other wives, even Ma, are mostly kept out of it. Do I want that responsibility?
Then I think about how much I loved practicing law and how much I hate my ex for taking that from me. I think about Roque and how willing he was to take care of me by taking care of David. How he and the family would do anything they needed to do in order to protect me.
“We’ll pay you, of course. What did you make when you were practicing before?” Pops’ voice pulls me from my thoughts and I tell him what I made.
It was a lot. Like, an embarrassing amount for me to be willing to walk away from.
He nods. “We’ll double it.”
I sputter. “Double it? Are you sure? Exactly how much money does the family make?”
This makes Roque’s eyes grow wide, but Pops just laughs and leans over to pat my hand. “Listen, Eva, if you’re going to be our lawyer or a part of our family, you need to know the rules. The first one is that you don’t ask questions.”
I nod. “No questions.”
“That’s it. Stick with that rule and I know that you won’t fuck up, you got it.”
I got it. Now I’m so nervous that I wipe my hands on my dress, ignoring the fact that I’m going to have to wash it as soon as we get home. A new job.
Just a few weeks ago I wouldn’t have told you that this would be happening. I was honestly more afraid that the family was going to kill me, not take me in. Picking up my wine, I raise it into the air.
“To family,” I tell them, looking around the table.
Everyone smiles and picks their glasses up, raising them back at me. “Family!”
Epilogue
“You said that you wanted to talk to me?” Pops and Ma are leaning against my doorframe. She looks nervous, but he looks totally relaxed. I guess when you’re the don of the family, nothing really fazes you.
“We both did.” Roque gets up from the seat opposite my desk and gestures at them for his parents to come in and sit. They do, both of them looking at me curiously.
I have to admit, it feels good to be in a place of power. Even though I’m the official lawyer for the Torenti family and thereby offered all of the protection that they can provide, I still know my place in the family. Right now, though both Pops and Ma are looking to me to hear what I have to say.
It hits me that they think there’s something wrong with the family or one of the companies we operate, and I feel bad for a moment. I don’t want them to be nervous about why I called them here. It’s all good news.
“Is everything okay?” Of course it’s Pops who speaks up. Ma knows not to ask questions.
That’s rule one.
“Things are fine. They’re great, actually,” I say, looking over at Roque. My fiancé. That’s not the news we called them here to tell them, though. I’ve been wearing this rock on my finger since the Mother’s Day lunch when I was finally approved by the whole family.
Roque couldn’t get it on my finger fast enough, and there’s nothing in the world that could get me to take it off. I can’t believe that I love him as much as I do, and I honestly can’t wait to marry him. We were planning to get married in a few months, once I got settled into my role as the family’s lawyer, but we may speed things up now.
“We’re pregnant. You’re going to be grandparents.” I can’t help myself. I know that Roque probably wants to be the one to give them the good news, but I’m just so excited. I don’ have anyone but his family to share my joy with, and I want them to know how happy I am that I’m pregnant with their son.
“Pregnant?” Ma’s eyes light up and she leans forward, reaching across my desk to grab my hand. “Really? That’s the best news! A baby! When are you due?” She looks so happy and I squeeze her hand, reveling in her joy.
This is what it’s like to be a part of a family, and it feels amazing.
“Not a baby,” I tell her, my eyes locked on hers. “Two babies. Twins. And I just finished my first trimester, so we just have six months to go.”
I swear, I have never seen her look this happy before. She drops my hand and turns to Pops, grabbing his arm. “Twins! Did you hear her?”
“I did.” He sounds as calm and serious as ever, but when I look hard at him, I can easily see the joy on his face. It looks like he’s just as excited about being a grandparent as Ma is, but he hides it better.
“Twins.” Roque’s beaming and comes up behind me to grab my shoulders. Even though I’m in a chair, I instinctively lean back into him. I love having him around me, touching me, supporting me. He’s the real deal.
“And that brings us to the other part of our news,” he says, squeezing my shoulders a little. “We’ve bumped the wedding up a bit. It’s this weekend.”
“This weekend!” His mother looks shocked and tears her eyes from her son to look at me. “There’s no way that we’ll be able to get everything planned by then. We need music, a cake, a caterer.” She starts ticking things off on her fingers, which makes me laugh.
“No, Ma, we don’t.” I grin at the woman who took me under her wing. Even when everything around me felt like it was falling apart, she was there for me. She’s the one who brings me lunch each day when Roque has to work and can’t join me. She’s the one who has taken me into the kitchen and taught me all of the things that a mother should teach her daughter.
“We want to get married in the backyard,” I tell her. “I have a white sundress to wear, and all I want is dessert.”
She grins at me, and I know that she can read my mind. She knows exactly what I want. “Tiramisu,” she says, nodding firmly.
Hell, yeah, I want tiramisu. I want tiramisu and to be surrounded by my new family. I splay my hand on my stomach and look up at Roque. My fiancé. My future husband.
This. This is what I want. And I got it.
And nothing is going to take it from me.
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