“I do, but I would have made an exception for Luca.” Slowing down at a red light, he turns his head, smirking at me. I’m deadly serious.
“I need to keep an eye on you…my ruthless little queen.”
I am ruthless. I love him with a fierceness that seems to blur the lines, and it’s a sacrifice I’m more than willing to make.
“Nessuno ferisce la mia famiglia.” Nobody hurts my family. He eyes shine with pride, appreciation, and love.
“Noted and resolved.” His eyes are back on the road as we pull onto the street where our home awaits. “Like I said, there are worse fates than death.” I don’t know what he did, but I have no doubt he is capable of destruction.
His phone buzzes, filling the car with the sound of a ringtone. We both reach for the button, sharing the same fear that something has happened with Luca. The speaker comes to life, and a deep baritone voice on the other end booms through. “Priest. I would like to come and sit with Luca tomorrow, and I want your blessing. I know it’s still new to all of us, but I would like to be there, in these moments.”
“You have it” is all Dominic says before ending the call.
“What the fuck was that? Was that Dante?” A million questions run through my mind, but he looks at me with such a weary expression that I quiet my curiosity.
“Let’s go inside. There’s a lot to talk about and explain, but I’m tired and I need to fuck you. I need to bury myself deep inside of you and forget the world around me.”
“Yes, King.” My voice is just above a whisper as we exit the car and walk into our home.
IT’S BEEN EXACTLY A MONTH since Luca woke up. I’ll never forget the faces in the room, the tears and the celebrations that followed. Whatever happened the day he was hurt worked to effectively bring bonds back between Dominic’s estranged family because we were inundated by tiny Italian women showing up with dishes of pasta. It was like a full buffet at the hospital. I’m sure each woman believes it was her dish that nursed him back to life as well.
I laugh at the memory as I put the finishing touches on the table I’ve set outside for our party. Dominic and I waited until Luca was released from the hospital to tell him about the marriage, and in true Luca fashion, he was over the moon for us both. Tonight, my parents are coming over, separately, as is Gretchen. Luca is coming with Shelby and Ella. The most surprising guest is Dante. He’s been making appearances in our lives more and more.
Late one evening Dominic shared with me that Dante is his half-brother. He didn’t go into detail, but Dante was born before Dominic and Luca, so technically he is the older brother even though Dante would never risk the retribution from calling King “little.” Luca does, however; he goes out of his way to refer to Dante as “big bro.” If he hadn’t just gotten beat up, I’m fairly certain Dominic would pummel him. Giovanni has also been a regular, although Dominic seems warier of that. I know he struggles with his birthright, but we’ve found a balance between. Our lives are messy and complicated, but we’re together.
“Drew,” King calls out from the kitchen. “Is this supposed to look like this?”
Running back in, I see the sauce I was making has burned. “Fuck. No, it’s not, but I don’t cook, so…”
“Here.” He extends the phone out to me. “Why would we cook when we own three restaurants? Order something and I’ll have someone pick it up.”
Smiling, I take the phone from his hand and blow him a kiss.
“On second thought.” He grabs the phone from my hand and dials a number. “Take off your pants.”
“King, people will be here soon.”
He leans over to the drawer and pulls out a wooden spoon, smacking his palm once to reiterate his point.
“I said, take them off.”
My heart is pulsating through my chest, and my mind is foggy, entranced by the promise of being spanked. I grab at the button of my jeans and pull, shimmying them down. He makes a twirling motion with his finger, and I turn around to face the counter.
“Yes, this is King. I need an order brought to my house tonight.” Pulling the phone from his mouth, he whispers, “Hands on the counter.”
I do as I’m told, body boiling with anticipation. King begins to rattle off the order to whoever is on the phone, and when he delivers the first blow, I cry out with a breathy moan, happy for everyone to hear me. The idea of an audience turns me on, and he knows that.
He sets the phone down on the counter next to me. “That was very naughty, Drew. I’m sure they heard you on the other end. Is that what you want?” Our sex life has gotten kinkier and kinkier. The one-way mirror room at the club has become my very favorite place.
Smack. The sound of the slapped flesh echoes through the room, another moan escaping my lips.
Smack. “My dick is so hard, watching your body writhe from the pain. Do you want it harder, gorgeous?”
“Yes!” I scream out as he delivers another smack and pulls me hard back into his waiting cock. I brace the edge of the counter as he thrusts into me, bringing us both to our climax, his warm juices filling me. My breathing slows, and he pulls out of me, making me wince. He reaches out to grab a kitchen towel and dips his hand down to wipe his juices from the inside of my leg.
“I wish I could hold you upside down to keep it all in.” He’s been trying to knock me up for weeks.
“You’re a maniac. I hope we have all girls. That will be your karma.” I step back just in case he actually tries holding me upside down.
“You better hope for boys, or we’ll need a criminal attorney.” I laugh at the idea. Our girls really will be screwed.
Motioning to the pan for him to clean up, I wink. “I’m going to take a shower and get cleaned up before everyone gets here.” Gripping my arm, he pulls me back against his body.
“Thank you for bringing me back to life.”
“Thank you for being my life.”
Five Years Later.
“Drew, have you seen two tiny little knights with black hair and their mother’s eyes and one gorgeous little princess with her mother’s savagery and her father’s eyes? I have to be specific because as the dragon in this sordid little game, I wouldn’t want to fire breath the wrong people.” I can’t hold back my laughter or the giggles coming from under the covers where my twin boys and lovely little princess are hiding.
“Haven’t seen them,” I try and say with a straight face as Dominic lunges for the bed, tickling the mounds under my blanket. Their screams of laughter elicit his own laughs until they pop up screaming foul play.
“Daddy!” they all yell in unison until Giorgia holds up her little hand to quiet the boys. Already so commanding for only two and a half.
“Daddy, no fair,” she pouts, and he swoops her up in his strong arms, whispering to her in Italian until she smiles and kisses his cheeks.
“We get candy!” she yells to her waiting older brothers, who start jumping up and down on the bed in celebration.
“Antonio, Christian, what has your mother asked you about jumping on beds?” Even on his best day, Dominic cannot be stern with his children. “Sorry, Daddy” is muttered as they crawl down and give me kisses. Chasing each other out of my room, they run to find their sister, who has probably already eaten all the candy.
“Don’t give them too much,” I complain to him, worry furrowing my brow.
“Stop worrying, rest. Tomorrow you have another set of boys to give me.” This pregnancy was a full-blown miracle. I was on the pill and yet another set of twin boys.
“No more after this, King. No more. You’re getting clipped!”
He laughs, shaking his head in agreement and leaning down to run his hand over my belly, dipping down to give it a kiss.
“Daddy!” is yelled from down the hall, and he smiles against my pregnant tummy. “I’ve been called a lot of things in my life—Priest, Dominic, King—but that one’s my favorite.”
“I love you, King.”
“And I you.”
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Trilina is an author, wife and mama to three rowdy kiddos. She resides in California with her family enjoying the sun and outdoors. When she isn’t making grilled cheese sandwiches she can be found writing saucy novels that titillate and excite her readers.
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