Page 31 of The Mobster’s Present

Ashleigh’s movements speed up as she tightens her grip around my length. As I get closer to losing control, I can’t help but thrusts my hips forward and push a little deeper into her throat. When she gags, I back off but it takes all my willpower.

My vision becomes a dance of color and shape with the only thing in focus being my woman on her knees for me. The grunt that comes out of me is low, feral, and the only warning my woman gets.

She doesn’t need one; she’s ready for me.

Every single drop of my cum is swallowed with greedy gulps of her throat. When she pulls her mouth from my cock, she does it slowly while making sure to clean me up as she goes.

With my cock still out, hanging there between us, I look down at my woman with awe written all over my face. “You’re amazing, la mia piccola leonessa.”

I lean down and scoop her up in my arms before carrying her toward the bedroom. “You don’t ever need to pay me back with your body, but if you’re giving it to me then I’m not going to turn it down. I’m not a good enough of a man to resist you.”

Her laughter fills the room as I throw her onto the bed, and she looks at me with wild, needy eyes. I start to strip my clothes while murmuring promises for all the pleasure I’ll be giving her. She won’t be falling asleep until she’s boneless and can’t remember anything other than my name.

CHAPTER 11

ASHLEIGH

Oriana is looking around the private plane with awe written all over her face. It’s not like I can blame her. This is the second time I’ve been on this plane, and I’m filled with wonder the same as I was the first time. The major difference is that she isn’t afraid of ruining anything.

I was not as sure when I sat down, but Oriana is making herself right at home.

Carlotta is sitting next to her and working on the tablet in her hands. When Salvatore handed it to her yesterday, he told her it was already set up and synched with the household lists, calendar, and shopping accounts. I know she’s keeping on top of everything and will help make this transition as smooth as possible.

“We’re really going to go up in the clouds in this?” Oriana’s voice is filled with amazement.

Salvatore’s entire being softens when he looks at her. I can see the love he has for her. My heart skips a beat because he doesn’t look at her like a burden that he’s required to pick up. He looks at her like she’s his; the pride in his eyes gives him away.

The last of our bags are loaded, which only shows me how much stuff Salvatore has added to our lives in such a short period of time; not that I’m complaining. How could I when the man is so capable.

Right now, as we head back to Seattle, people are packing up my apartment. I should be there doing it, but if Salvatore wants to pay someone else to take care of it, I see no reason to say no. No one likes packing and moving.

I’m not even sure how much of my stuff I want to keep. I may just keep it all, even if it goes into storage. If I keep it, then I have something to fall back on, just in case.

Salvatore might not be happy about it, but I know he won’t say anything.

He’s moved quickly when it comes to us, but is also more than willing to give me room to work through my fears, which he helps me do through his actions. Words can be lies; behavior can’t.

And Salvatore is consistent.

I’m a little afraid of how that will change when we’re back in Seattle. He’ll have responsibilities there that will take up his time.

It’s not like he hasn’t worked while in LA. He’s taken phone calls and worked on his laptop, but then his focus would come right back to me and Oriana. Always.

Before we left the hospital, Dario Moretti showed up for the first time. He shook Salvatore’s hand before pinning me with assessing eyes. He nodded once before turning his attention toward Oriana.

“You have been so brave, little one,” his voice was a deep rumble. He pulled a lollipop from behind his back that’s as big as her face. “I wouldn’t normally give a child candy, but you have earned it.”

Oriana gratefully accepted it before wrapping her small body around Dario’s legs. She looked up at him with trusting, understanding eyes while not caring at all that he’s the most feared and dangerous man in the city.

He sent us off with respect in his eyes and an open invitation to his territory.

It’s funny, almost. I had no intention of going back to Seattle, but now that I am, I can’t imagine going back to LA.

“We’re really moving into a house?” Oriana’s innocent question pulls me out of my thoughts. I reach over to smooth her hair back as I smile down at her. “I’ll really have my own room?”

“It’s a room fit for a princess,” Salvatore promises her. “Would you like to see pictures, or would you like to be surprised, Ori-love?”

“How long is the flight?” She asks the question with complete seriousness.