by Tara Lee
“Inside now, panties off, lie on your back.” Bishop nips my ear, and I almost squeak.
I let our nanny, Stefanie, know we will just be inside.
Placing baby Casmiro in his bassinet, I do as Bishop told me and wait for my husband to enter. He starts to unbutton his shirt with a sexy smirk on his face.
“I can’t wait to taste that pussy, brat. I’ve been craving you all fucking week.”
The way he growls my name has my thighs clenching and pussy feeling so wet.
Bishop slips two fingers over my lips as his thumb pushes down on my clit.
I cry out, sensations overtaking me.
Bishop leans over me and inhales.
“Mmmhn.” He groans.
“This is mine, baby.”
“Yours,” I plead with him to touch me, taste me, anything.
“Fammi mangiare la tua figa- let me eat your pussy.”
Bishop’s tongue swipes hungrily over my clit, and my back jumps off the bed, making him chuckle.
I’m going to citta dei gattini- kitten town baby.”
He laps me up like I’m his last meal on earth, and it only takes a few moments for my orgasm to build.
“Oh, God.” I moan.
“Come for me, Callie, come all over my tongue.”
I shatter as Bishops licks every inch of me, ripping my orgasm from me like a tidal wave.
I try to collect myself, but after those few short moments, Casmiro’s cries fill the room which has both Bishop and I laughing.
“Damn, these boys are cock-blockers, every damn time, I swear.”
“I promise, I’ll finish you off later.” I kiss his lips, tasting myself, and wipe my mouth over with a washcloth before picking up my baby.
“I’ll hold you to that, piccolina.”
This man became my forever so fast I never thought I could love him any more than I do, but seeing him as a husband and father, I know no matter what happens,
Bishop Demetrius will always be beautifully mine.
***
Once all the boys are finally settled in bed, I crawl toward my husband who is reading over some papers in bed.
He eyes me as I make my way up his body.
The way his eyes devour my every move has wetness coating my thighs.
“Piccolina.” He growls.
Seductively, I lick my lips. Bishop eyes me as my tongue wets my lips. I pull back the covers, watching him spring upward, coated with a bead of pre-cum.
This time, I lick my lips craving the taste of him.
Bishop hisses as my thumb swipes over his head, using his pre-cum as lubricant.
“Fuck.” His teeth clench at my hand wrapping around him. Dropping his head back, my husband thrusts his pelvis up, urging me to move.
I bite my lip, holding back my laugh.
“Succhiami il cazzo- suck my dick.”
“Come vuoi- as you wish.”
Bishop moans heavily; my lips wrap around him while my tongue swirls over him.
I continue to slowly torture my husband with my tongue while he clenches the sheets.
“Fanculo, bambino- fuck, baby.” Bishop growls and pulls my head up, making my mouth pop.
“Quella bocca- that mouth.”
“Voglio assaggiarti- I want to taste you.”
Bishop chuckles at my demand. I’ve been learning Italian for my husband, and sometimes I forget certain words, but Bishop teaches me by using his tongue. It’s my favorite way to learn.
“ Continua, bambino- continue, baby.” Bishop uses my hair to lower my lips to his glisten tip.
My mouth hollows out as I take all of him down my throat.
Growling while wrapping my hair around his hand, Bishop thrust his hips upward, and his cock head touches the back of my throat.
“Cazzo, si- fuck, yes.” He roars.
I move around him, using my tongue and lips to have him ready to explode.
He swells in my mouth. My tongue goes faster while my lips and throat swallow his cock like our favorite ride.
Bishop grunts, and his fingers clench around my hair, tugging just enough to hurt.
A tingle blooms between my legs. Bishop growls and explodes, coating the back of my throat.
He holds my head in place and empties every drop into my mouth. My body shatters with my own climax as the last drop stops.
“Sei venuto- did you come?” Licking my lips clean of my husband's taste, I nod.
“Maledetta, donna- god damn woman.”
Bishop kisses me, leaving me breathless once he pulls back.
“Tell me, little one.”
I love when my husband goes from Italian to English; it makes every cell of my body ignite.
“Sono venuto solo succhiandoti il cazzo- I came just by your cock.”
“Brava ragazza- good girl.”
We end the night tangled together, and the way my husband still looks at me like I’m his world, like he would still go to war for me, nothing beats that feeling, that feeling of unconditional love, the feeling of being someone's absolute world.
I just hope we can survive.
Our love is like no other, but even after all this time, I have my concerns. I just hope we can fight whatever comes for us. After all, our love is beautiful, it is unbreakable, it is everlasting. But most of all, it was inevitable.
Our love is like no other, but even after all this time, I have my concerns. I just hope we can fight whatever comes for us. After all, our love is beautiful, it is unbreakable, it is everlasting. But most of all, it was inevitable.
Bonus Bonus Epilogue
17-years-old
I watch my brother, Astor, spar with our cousin, Madden.
Astor lifts him up, slamming him to the ground. Madden grunts but pulls guard before Astor has a chance to move. He’s too cocky for his own damn good.
But the kid has heart.
My two younger brothers, Cas and Bray, are beating the living shit out of each other like it’s all in a day's work.
I guess it is really.
“Ragazzi, abbastanza- boys, enough,” my father’s voice booms across the warehouse where we train, making everyone still.
No one dares defy him the moment he speaks.
Madden wipes his bloody nose while Astor smirks, loving the fact he finally got one on Madden.
“What’s up, losers,” Roman my cousin, yells, catching my father’s furious glare as he walks past.
You didn’t piss off Bishop Demetrius without repercussions. My father, for lack of a better word, is a monster.
All my life, I’ve known that one day all this will be mine, much to my mother’s dismay. She married my father simply because she loved him, but not even their love could save them. I thought it could.
My mother had begged my father to not give this life to my brothers and me. He told her it was non-negotiable, that one day I’ll be Il capo- the boss. Running from this life never works.
My father knows that all too well.
My mother has taken some time to get away. Her and my Aunt Luna decided they would take a girls’ trip. That was a week ago.
Am I worried my mother won’t come back? At first I wasn’t, I knew she’d never leave us, but as each day passes and my father says nothing, I worry that perhaps there is more than he is telling us.
Has my father finally pushed her too far?”
My Uncle Brantley walks in behind Roman, slapping him upside the head.
“Manners, boy.” His tone means business.
Roman curses, throwing his bag on the ground. He is a wild card that one.
Uncle Brantley is Il capo- the boss, too. He runs the New York division while my father runs Lincoln City. The peace our families have isn't something that always was.
There was a rift between my father and Uncle Brant a long time ago. They never speak of it and I sure as shit don’t know all the facts.
My Uncle Ethan walks in with Micah following behind him. He is one of the youngest apart from Bray; h
im and Casmiro are a few short months apart.
“E tempo- it’s time.”
My father nods, and we all follow him to his office.
The girls, or as us boys liked to call them, the principesse- princesses, never have to attend these meetings.
I don't have any sisters, but cousins are enough.
They are spoiled rotten and treated like god-damn royalty.
Today's meeting is a little different, one I’ve been looking forward to for months.
I’m nearly eighteen, which means today I will be finding out who my father has chosen for me to marry.
Astor will find out as well, since we were twins. But unlike me, he is delighted to have an arranged marriage to some Mafia princess who will probably hate him with every fiber of her being, but me, I despised it.
I know whoever my father chose will never be a match for me. I’m somewhat of a confusing man because even at a young age I knew what I liked.
I’m into things that I can never say out loud or my family will think I’m the monster, not my father.
I have a short temper, too. My father always told me I’m hot-headed and one day some woman will put me in my place, just like my mother did for him.
Astor and I both sit in chairs in front of our father’s desk as he moves some things around, slowly killing us with the anticipation.
Clearing his throat, my father crosses his fingers together, leaning over his desk.
“Astor.”
My brother sits up straight, waiting with bated breath.
My father picks up a photo and slides it across in front of my brother.
“Milana Rossi.”
Astor stares at her picture. She is a beautiful girl, but I know my brother. He is a charmer, and even if she doesn't want to, he’ll make her fall in love with him.
“She is the daughter of Piero Rossi. He runs Washington. I think you two will make each other very happy.”
Astor nods. Not even a smart-ass remark? Geez, my brother is slipping.
My father met my mother through an arrangement of some sorts. I guess that’s why he has done the same for his sons, but sometimes I wish he’d let us choose.
Father smirks at me, and already, by the way he cocks his head I can tell I’m not going to like whatever he has to say.
“Gabriella Berlusconi”
He quirkes an eyebrow at me, daring me to argue.
Fuck.
“Padre- Father.”
Raising his hand, he cuts me off.
“Her father is a close friend, Nicco.”
I sigh.
I am well and truly fucked.
Gabriella Berlusconi is my fucking nemesis, she hates my fucking guts.
I may as well put a bullet between my eyes, because there is one thing I know for certain.
Hell will freeze over before Gabriella will become my wife.
I’m brutal, and well, she’s just...
Beautiful.
THE END!!!!
Acknowledgments
First off I want to thank you, the reader for taking the time to read my story.
Bishop took on a life of his own and after scrapping the first 40k words to this story at the beginning, I was scared how people would take him.
My husband thank you for your continuous support and love, and for always encouraging me to do better. You are my rock. I love you.
My two babies I want to always encourage you and push you to do something you love. Never quit.
My beautiful beta readers and friends. Dana, Alannah, Tiffany, Megan, Philomena, Anastasia, Lorraine, Julie and Rhiannon. You girls give me life and keep pushing me to create magical stories no matter how tough some days are. I truly love and appreciate you girls more than anything.
My wench Dana, women you are the best a girl could ever ask for. I truly never thought I’d find someone like you, who always has my back and always makes me better. I can never thank you enough for being there when I need you. I love you.
Lana girl, you are a constant light in my life and no matter what you always have my back, I can never thank you enough for everything you do. I love you.
Tiffany, thank you for helping me with this author gig and being an amazing PA. I would be lost without you. Love you.
My Arc and readers group, thank you for the constant support it truly means the world. You guys rock!
Emmy my amazing editor for fixing all my mistakes and helping make my stories shine.
Elle for making my books look pretty and giving them life.
Stefanie you are a true light in this world, and you are an inspiration. I am here fighting for you even if I’m across the ocean. Keep fighting, you are a warrior. Love you girl.
If this is the first book of mine you have read, don’t fret I have many more books coming your way. Start at the very beginning with my Pleasant Grove series and don’t panic there are more books coming to that series. I just need the characters to start showing me their stories.
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Lots of love Tara x
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