บททั้งหมดของ MAFIA LORD LOVER: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Faust“This must be the lovely Francesca,” my cousin Toni exclaimed, walking forward. He kissed both of Francesca's cheeks. — You are as beautiful as I heard.“Thank you,” she said, then looked at me for an explanation.We had just arrived at one of the restaurants I had in Siderno after my appointment with the obstetrician. I didn't like how thin she was, and the doctor had expressed concern about the amount of weight Francesca had lost. Although the baby was perfectly fine, the doctor had encouraged Francesca to eat more than she could handle. So I decided to bring her to lunch, also inviting Toni to discuss business. He had been pestering me for an in-person meeting for months. Two birds, one stone.“Meet Antonio, my cousin,” I said. — He handles a lot of my business for me.“Call me Toni,” my cousin said. — Zio Toni, if you prefer.I pulled out a chair for her and she sat down. “You speak English very well,” she said to Toni.— I was raised in the suburbs of Connecticut until I wa

FaustI stared at the card, not very surprised. It was a smart move by Guardia, getting closer to Francesca. They had left my lovers alone in the past, probably because none of them had lived with me and I never discussed business in front of them. Francisca was different. In all aspects. "I see."She dropped the card in my lap when I didn't pick it up. — I told her to fuck off.Marco's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. I knew what he was thinking. He didn't trust her and was wondering if this was a tactic, telling me about the Guardia to gain my trust.The familiar itch slid down the back of my neck, the one that whispered to never let anyone in. Never give anyone power over me, over the business, especially a woman. These were words my father had repeated many, many times.It wasn't easy, but I ignored them. I was wrong to doubt Francesca's loyalty before. There would be indisputable evidence the next time I accused her of anything.—Who did they send? — Marco asked from the dri

FrancescaThe castle was quiet when I arrived from the vineyards, and my skin crawled in the air conditioning. It was time for a shower and a nap. Stretching my arms to ease my pain, I walked up the stairs and turned toward my room. Instead, Faust's room. How could I forget? At least his bed was comfortable. That was the only advantage.Closing the bedroom door behind me, I entered and threw Faust's hat on an armchair. I started taking off my clothes then paused. Was the shower working?My hands froze, my mind stuck in that noise. Faust was there. And he was taking a shower.Oh God, I should leave. I shouldn't think about him naked and soapy, hands sliding under that body, his thick cock dangling between his legs. I loved showering with him, getting on my knees in the hot spray and worshiping him with my mouth. He braced his hands on the tile and watched as he pumped his hips, dragging his heavy length in and out of my throat.Desire, raw and undeniable, clawed at my gut and itched my

FrancescaI didn't have time to wonder if this was a mistake or not.I had used the red set as insurance, just in case I needed to go out with the lace-covered girls and seduce him so as not to hurt Giulio or Paulo. In my head, I thought Faust would take one look at me, agree to any demand I made, then whip me into a frenzy.I should have known better.The soft exhalations from his mouth teased my skin, and my clit throbbed with each beat of my heart. There was no way he hadn't noticed how wet I was at the moment. I needed your mouth on me. I craved the feel of his lips and tongue, the scrape of his teeth, the way he sucked and licked me like he was hungry for me...I hadn't missed the huge erection in his pants, though. He wanted this as much as I did.Reaching down, I threaded my fingers into his silky hair, needing to touch him. God, this man. He turned me on like no one else in the whole world.He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from him. “Put your hands behind your head,

FaustThe morning brought clarity to my issues with Francesca, much like the daylight that broke over my vineyards at dawn. As I sipped my espresso and watched the workers arrive for la vendemia , I thought about my family. For so long it was Giulio, Zia and me. Yes, there were cousins, but my son and my aunt were the two people who mattered most to me. I would happily take a bullet for any of them at any time.Now Francesca mattered to me too. Regardless of how it all started, she and this child were part of my family. I fought a war to get her out of Enzo's clutches and I would die before releasing her again.It's past time to prove it to her.But first things first. Picking up my phone, I texted my son that I would expect him in my office in the next ten minutes. Marco arrived when I pressed send. “Sit down,” I told him. — Emilia sent a message this morning and said she needed to talk as soon as possible. I asked him to discreetly start looking for money that could link one of my m