บททั้งหมดของ The Don's Contracted Husband : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The smell of antiseptic and floor wax grew stronger as Jesse pushed open the heavy door to his mother’s hospital ward. He had on a crisp linen shirt and dark jeans, looking more put together than he had in weeks.Margherita lay against a stack of pillows, looking tired and pale. Still, the brightness in her eyes remained. When the door clicked, she looked up, and her face warmed at the sight of her son.Then she noticed the woman walking in behind him, holding a small bouquet of fresh white lilies.Margherita raised her arms, gesturing for Jesse to lean down for a hug. “You look handsome, mio caro,” she murmured, kissing his cheek before looking past his shoulder. “And who is your lovely friend?”“Ma, this is—” Jesse started, but before he could finish, Margherita’s eyes widened.“Claire?” the older woman called, her voice rising in surprise.Claire laughed brightly and nodded as she stepped closer to the bedside. “Yes, Signora. It’s me.”Margherita didn’t hesitate. She opened her arm

Jesse pulled out his phone the moment he left Donato's mansion and called Claire.His fingers shook as he held the phone to his ear. After three failed attempts, Claire finally picked up.“Claire, please. I need to see you.”He was met with a silence that told him just how much he must have hurt her.“Just please. Give me a chance to explain. Please.”Another long silence followed.“Fine,” Claire finally said quietly, her voice breaking as though she had been crying. “Come to the hotel.”She gave him the address before ending the call.Thirty minutes later, Jesse stood outside her hotel room on the outskirts of Milan.He took a deep breath, his hands hovering over the door before he knocked. Twice.The door opened to Claire. She stood there in a loose shirt and shorts, her eyes swollen from crying.“Claire…”She stepped aside without saying a word.Jesse followed her in, then turned to face her.“I’m sorry. I am so sorry.” Jesse bowed his head, briefly fidgeting with his fingers befor

“I’m Jesse’s husband.”The silence that filled the room felt like a heavy fog.Margherita stared at Donato, her body went rigid. Slowly, as if it pained her to move, she turned her eyes to Jesse.“Your husband?”Jesse swallowed hard. The atmosphere in the room felt thick, making it hard for him to breathe.“mama, I…” The words refused to come. They trapped themselves in his throat. He glanced at Donato, looking for any kind of lifeline, then back at his mother's pale face.“I can explain.”Margherita's eyes remained on him, unmoving.“When did this happen?”Jesse opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Donato noticed the slight tremble in Jesse's hands. Without saying anything, he reached over, his large hand slipped over Jesse's shaking fingers.Jesse looked down at their hands. The simple touch steadied him a little, sending a small wave of calm through his racing chest.Margherita's eyes followed the movement, tracking the physical connection between the two men. She said nothing

“Why are you going to punish me?... Daddy.”Donato bit his lower lip. Hard.Daddy. Fuck. He loved the sound of that word. He shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself.His hand remained against Jesse’s chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly beneath his palm. The defiance in Jesse’s eyes remained, but his body showed how much Donato’s touch affected him.He wants this, Donato realized.The thought alone stirred something inside him. He wanted nothing more than to pull him close and lock those lips with his.He stepped closer, making the difference in their size more obvious. His eyes traveled over Jesse’s bare chest. Jesse pushed back, his back pressing against the cold wall as he gave Donato a proper view of his body.Donato’s free hand moved to the back of Jesse’s neck, his thick fingers tangling in the messy hair.He leaned down, his breath hot against Jesse’s cheek, but he didn’t kiss him yet. Instead, his thumb dragged slowly down Jesse’s chest, past his ribs, tracing the soft sk

Jesse stayed on his knees, eyes never leaving Donato’s as he leaned forward again. The head of Donato’s cock rested against his lower lip for a moment, warm and heavy. Jesse’s tongue slid out slowly, dragging a wet stripe from the base all the way to the tip, collecting every trace of spit and pre-cum along the way.He paused at the crown, lips parted, then flicked his tongue across the slit in quick, teasing strokes that made Donato’s stomach tighten.Donato’s fingers flexed in Jesse’s hair, not pushing, just holding on. His chest rose and fell faster now, eyes half-lidded but locked on the sight below him. Jesse smiled around the head, then closed his lips just past the ridge and sucked—hard enough to hollow his cheeks—before releasing with a soft pop.A thin string of saliva stretched between his mouth and Donato’s cock; Jesse licked it away without breaking eye contact.He dipped lower, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just beneath the head, a gentle bite that made Donato’s hips t