Romeo The Mafia Casanova

A few hours later, he walked into his house and went up to his room. He stood outside the door for a long moment before he opened it. He knew he had a lot to apologize for and wasn’t looking forward to it.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The first thing he saw was the dark room and the empty bed.

He glanced at his watch to see it was close to ten o’clock. He raced back down and looked into the offices, but they were all dark.

“Where’s my mother?” he asked a guard.

“Up in her suite, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Trent opened the door when he knocked.

“What do you need?” Trent asked.

“To talk to my mother.”

“Come in.”

He saw his mother and Mateo cuddled together on the sofa, watching a movie.

“Hello, Dominic,” she said.

“Where is she?”

“She left.”

He felt his stomach twist into a ball of agony. “What? Left? Where?”

His mother stood and walked over to him. “I think she will stay with the Macleans until she makes some decisions.”

“The fuck she is. She’s my wife. She belongs with me. Why did you let her leave?”

“I helped her when she came to me.”

His mouth dropped open in shock. “You helped her leave me?”

“Yes. You have to understand. I spent twenty years in helland promised myself that if any of my girls needed help, I’d do it.”

“But I’m your son,” he yelled.

She nodded. “Yes, but you hold all the power in the relationship. It’s not a good feeling when you realize you’ll never find love and that you’re stuck with a man who hurts you. I was lucky. I got a second chance with my men. I want her to have what I do.”

“I do love her,” he bellowed.

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” Mateo said.

Dominic pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know I fucked up, but I’m not letting her go.”

“She will decide that,” Aria said. “I won’t let you browbeat her into staying.”

God, the thought of losing her drove him crazy. The sad thing was he deserved everything he got for the way he treated her. “I’m going to get my wife. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Aria put her hand on his forearm. “Please, honey. Don’t hurt her again.”

“I won’t. I’m tired of fighting my feelings for her.”

“Then go get your woman.”

Dominic nodded at his mother and walked out. He was at the Macleans’ within ten minutes. He’d only feel better when he was with her and could see her with his own eyes.

The door opened after he knocked. Fuck. Graham was the last one he wanted to see.

“Ahhh. What can I do for you, Dominic?” Graham asked.

“I’m here for my wife.”

“Well, I don’t think she wants to see you.”

“I don’t fucking care. Her place is with me.”

“Really? From what I understand, you haven’t slept in the same bed as her since she got shot.”

It was just another thing he was ashamed of.

“Are you going to let me in?”

Graham sighed and opened the door.

“Where is she?”

“How about we go have a chat before we tell you?”

“Graham, I don’t have the patience for this tonight.”

“Tough shit.”

Dominic sighed and followed his brother-in-law into the living room. He almost groaned when he saw his other brothers-in-law, including Alastair and a few of the cousins.

“Have a seat,” Alastair told him and pointed at a chair across from him. “I want to know what the fuck you’re doing.”

“Listen, this is between my wife and me.”

“Not anymore. You made my Beth cry. No one does that.”

“Are you saying you’ve never hurt her feelings?” Dominic asked.

“I try to show her how much I love her daily.”

That shocked Dominic. This scary fucker made an effort to make his wife feel loved?

“I tell Faith every day that I love her,” Graham said.

Both Duncan and Blake both nodded.

“The saying that you’ll have a happy life if you have a happy wife is true. I hate it when Angelica is sad,” Blake said.

All these men that could be cold-blooded killers loved their wives enough and were brave enough to show it. Dominic had thought it was a flaw or would make him weak, and now he saw he was wrong.

“I love her,” he said.

“Then you have to show her, dickhead,” Graham said.

The other men in the room laughed, except for Alastair. He realized he’d never seen the man smile.

“I’ll fix this.”

Alastair nodded, stood, and set his glass down. “Good. I need my wife. I’ll see you all in the morning.”

Dominic stood after Alastair left. “Where is she?”

“In your old room,” Duncan said.

“We’ll spend the night here if you don’t mind. I’d rather not move her tonight.”

“You’re always welcome here,” Graham said. “Just try to keep your head out of your ass, okay? I was starting to wonder if you just liked the dark, and that was why you kept shoving your head up it.”

Dominic snorted, and the other guys chuckled. “I’ll see you later.”

“Good luck,” Blake yelled after him.

Within two minutes, he stood outside of the door and felt a moment of deja vu. He just hoped this time that when he opened the door, she’d be in the bed.

The air stuck in his throat at first sight of her. She was tucked into a little ball in the center of the bed, making her look incredibly small.

He closed and locked the door behind him before he stripped off his clothes on the way to the bathroom. He showered and brushed his teeth. After turning off most of the lights except for the one on the nightstand, he crawled into bed beside her.

His hand pushed the blanket down, and it roamed over her body.

“Baby, wake up for me.”

She murmured something and then went still again.

“Rebeka, wake up. Your husband wants to talk to you.”

He knew the exact moment she awoke because her body tensed before she tried to pull away from him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “Let me go.” She pressed her hands against his chest and used all her strength to try to push him away. “I don’t want you here.”

“Too bad. I just want you to listen to me. I’m sorry, baby, for hurting you.”

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“The hell it doesn’t. I fucked up.” He growled when she continued to fight him. He rolled on top of her, spread her legs to settle in between her thighs, grabbed her hands, and held them above her head. “I need you to settle down and listen to me, pet.”

The tears on her face about killed him because he knew he was the cause and he hated himself for it.

He decided to just come out with it. This would be the first time he would give her the words and show her what was in his heart. He was terrified, but that wouldn’t hold him back.

“I love you.” He said it again when she continued to cry.”Baby, listen, you’re my fucking soul. I’ve never loved someone like this before, and it scared the shit out of me. When you got shot, I lost it. The thought of losing you… Jesus. They would have had to bury me along with you. Do you understand me?”

He used his thumb to wipe away her tears. She didn’t say anything, but she had stopped crying and was staring up at him.

“Did you hear what I said?”

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

“Do you believe me?”

“I-I don’t know what to believe. Why did you say such awful things to me?” she asked.

“I have no clue. I’ve never had such powerful emotions before and couldn’t handle them. I hadn’t slept or eaten because I was terrified for you, but I also spent my time trying to find Marino. Which I did tonight.”

“What happened?”

“He’s gone. He’ll never hurt you again.”

She softened under him and nodded. “Is that why you ignored me when I got hurt?”

“I didn’t ignore you. I got updates every hour, and I’d slip in here at night, sit in a chair, and stare at you. It made me feel better seeing you breathe.”

“I needed you.”

“I know. It was just another way I fucked up. Do you think you can give me another chance? I promise not to screw up again.”

He hoped she gave him the right answer because he wasn’t letting her go no matter what.

“I…”

“I love you. Do you love me at all?”

She sighed and nodded. “Yes.”

“Say the words.”

“I love you, Dominic.”

He pressed his forehead against hers, closed his eyes, and exhaled. “Jesus, what I feel for you surpasses love, but I don’t know the name of it.”

“We’ll just call it love.”

He pressed his lips against her, and they both moaned. He released her hands to cup the back of her head so he could deepen the kiss.

“I’m going to make love to you, wife, but first, I’d like to look at your shoulder.”

He sat up and lifted her gown over her head. The area was pink, but it looked like it was healing well. He pressed his fingers against it. “Is it tender at all?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Good.” He bent forward and gently kissed the wound. “I’m so fucking sorry you got hurt.”

She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair. “It’s not your fault, Dominic.”

“I feel responsible because I should have worked harder to take Marino out.”

“It doesn’t matter when it happened, but that monster is gone because of you. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, wife.” His heartbeat raced as he bent forward and pressed his body against hers. His mouth roamed over her body as his hands cupped and delved into her cunt to ensure she was ready.

He lined up his cock and started to press in. Jesus, it was as tight as the first time he’d taken her. “Easy, baby. We’ve done this before.”

Her nails dug into his back, but she didn’t try to push him away. “That’s it. Just relax.”

The air whooshed from both of them when he thrust the last few inches into her. God, it was his private heaven, and he’d never get sick of being inside of her.

For several minutes, he slowly thrust into her.

“Tonight, I need your full submission. Do you know what that means?”

She shook her head.

“I need your ass.”

The breath shuddered out of her before she nodded.

He pulled out of her, rolled her to her stomach, and tucked a few pillows under her before reaching for a condom and lube on the nightstand. After rolling on the condom, he squirted a large amount of gel on his cock and inside her ass.

He placed his hand on her hip when she shuddered again. “Easy. This is something else we’ve done. Remember? You loved it, didn’t you?”

She nodded and then squeaked when he thrust one finger into her. He kept at her until she could take three of his fingers easily.

“I’ll be right back.” He quickly washed his hands and rushed back to her. Then he lined up his cock and started to press into her ass. “Loosen up, pet. I’ll go slow.”

He felt her muscles slacken enough for him to drive into her. A minute later, he was as deep as he could go. “Jesus, baby. This is heaven.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too. Now, let me make you feel good.”