Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I don’t stand a chance against my wife, and I thrust up once before shooting my release into her wet warmth.
My body shudders from the extreme fucking pleasure after being tortured for hours.
“Christ,” I gasp through ragged breaths, my cock jerking inside her while my body loses all strength.
Gabriella curls against my chest, her muscles tensing before I feel her orgasm hit. Her quivering breaths explode over my skin, and I bury my hands in her hair to pull her head back so I can claim her lips.
The moment I kiss her, a peaceful feeling fills my heart.
My mouth worships hers for long minutes before I finally end the kiss so I can stare into her beautiful eyes.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” She nods, then her pussy frees my cock as she climbs off my lap.
Getting up, I follow her to the bathroom, where we clean ourselves.
I check the bag for chinos, a sweater, and shoes, and getting dressed, I glance at the satin robe that’s the only thing covering my wife's body.
I dig in the bag again, and when I find leggings and a warm shirt, I mutter, “Just fucking great.”
“What?” Gabriella asks, moving closer to me.
“Carlo packed leggings for you.”
“Oh. He did? Let me have them.”
Not happy, I hand the clothes to her. She pulls on the fucking tight leggings, and when she struggles with the shirt, I help her to ease the fabric over the burns on her back.
“Put on the robe as well,” I order. “I want you covered as much as possible.”
“My possessive man,” she chuckles and the sound eases more of the tension from my body.
When she’s done, I take hold of her chin and tip her face up so she’ll look at me. “How do you feel?”
“Mostly just tender where they shocked me. The stab wound is surprisingly okay.” She glances down. “I don’t think I can put on shoes today. Do we have socks in the bag?”
I check quickly, and let out a breath of relief, thankful that Carlo thought to pack socks for Gabriella.
Crouching down by her feet, I say, “Grab hold of the counter.”
Gabriella lifts her left leg, and I carefully pull the sock onto her foot. We repeat the same process with her right foot, and after I’m done, I look up at her.
Our eyes lock, and as my wife stares down where I’m kneeling by her feet, I admit, “It was hell without you.”
She places her hand against my jaw, and I press a kiss to her palm.
“Thank you for not surrendering and coming to get me.”
“Always, mia regina. It’s you and me forever.”
“Forever,” she whispers as I climb to my feet so I can press a tender kiss to her mouth.
Lifting my head, I say, “You ready to leave?”
She nods, then asks, “Where’s Mamma?”
“Angelo has her. We’ll pick her up on the way home,” I reply while throwing everything into the bag.
“Is she okay? She didn’t get hurt?”
“She’s fine. I found her in the pantry where you hid her.” Looking at my wife, I add, “Thank you for protecting her.”
Gabriella lets out a breath of relief. “I’m glad to hear she’s okay…well, as okay as she can be after losing Aunt Greta and the fright of the attack.”
I pick up the bag, and taking my wife’s hand in mine, I walk out of the bathroom.
When I open the hospital room’s door, I find Carlo sitting on a chair with a coffee forgotten in his hand.
“Let’s go,” I say.
He gets up and places the cup on a counter.
“You’re leaving, Mr. Falco?” the nurse asks.
I notice her nametag says ‘Bianca’ before I nod.
“Instead of bringing Mrs. Falco in for a follow-up, I can come to your house,” she offers.
Knowing Bianca is a part of the family, I nod.
“Thank you,” Gabriella murmurs.
Carlo takes the bag from me, then he waits as I pick Gabriella up bridal style before we leave the clinic that’s been set up for the Cosa Nostra.
When Carlo pulls the car up to Angelo’s mansion in Long Island, I glance at Gabriella. “Wait in the SUV. I won’t be long.”
She nods before glancing at Angelo’s home.
I climb out and give Emilio and Vito a chin lift where they’ve parked behind us.
When Carlo climbs out of the SUV, I shake my head. “Stay with Gabriella.”
I walk toward the front door and see Angelo’s already waiting for me.
Shaking his hand, I say, “Thank you for everything.”
“Anytime,” he replies.
Entering the house, I see Mamma standing with Vittoria, and as I close the distance between us, she reaches an arm out in my direction.
The second I touch her, her face crumbles, and I quickly pull her against my chest.
“I was so worried,” she sobs.
“I’m fine,” I say to reassure her.
“Gabriella?”
“She’ll be fine.” I wrap my arm around Mamma’s shoulders and steer her toward the front door. “Let’s go home.”