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I placed my hands on James’s chest and began to ride him slowly, so slowly.
James slammed his head back against the mattress, fighting for control of his body.
“Is there something you need, James?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.
“F*ck…” James groaned. “You know what I need.”
“More of this?” I asked, moving up and down on him a little faster.
James almost whimpered, and I felt so triumphant I could have crowed.
“Becca, baby, please,” James gasped.
I decided I’d teased him enough. I began riding him hard and fast, bouncing up and down on his c*ck, squeezing him with my inner muscles.
James was trying not to lose control, trying to make sure I came first. Well, I was having none of that. I was in control, and the Italian Stallion was going to c*m first for once.
“Come on, James. Give it to me,” I ordered, rubbing my palms over his nipples.
“Y-You h-haven’t…” James protested.
“Are you arguing with me? Good boys don’t argue,” I said, stopping altogether.
James did whimper this time. “F*ck me. I’m sorry. Jesus, don’t stop!”
I smiled and started up again. “Now,” I said when James was nearly a panting mess. “What are you going to do?”
“Ma’am, I’m going to c*m,” James groaned.
“And when are you going to do that?” I pressed.
James bit down on his lip. “Whenever you goddamn tell me to.”
“Good boy. Now, give me what I want, James.” I stared him right in the eyes, demanding.
James spurted up into me, shouting my name.
I grinned and softly pressed my lips to his. “Good b—“
James flipped our positions so I was under him. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, but now I’m going to f*ck you silly.”
I shivered. I’d unleashed the beast in him. “I thought I was in charge today.”
“Not anymore.” James’s lips crashed down on mine and he plundered my mouth with his tongue, his c*ck swelling inside me once more.
I gave as good as I got, but ultimately, James wrested control of our lovemaking session from me and began ramming me hard with his d*ck.
“James… oh God… oh Jesus… oh F*CK!” I screamed as I came.
James grunted and came as well, then collapsed on top of me. “Oh… f*ck…”
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, keeping him where he was.
“I love you,” James murmured into my hair, caressing my sides with his strong hands.
“I love you, too,” I said softly.
James kissed me and nuzzled my ear. “So…” he whispered. “What’s in the way of us getting married?”
I bit my lip. It wasn’t quite fair when he asked me when I was all aroused and satisfied and he was c*ck deep in me. “Well, Tony and about a hundred other mafiosos?”
James sucked my lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. “It’s adorable that you think there are only about a hundred.”
I sighed. “I’m serious, James. This is not the life I want for Alessandro or Dahlia.”
“But if it was just you?” James prodded.
If it were just me? I looked deep into James’s dark eyes.
“If it were just me, we’d have been to a courthouse by now,” I admitted.
James nodded. “Well, that’s something. A start.”
“There’s too much going on right now, James. Too many moving parts. I can’t, in good conscience, promise you anything,” I said.
“Except that you love me,” James responded.
I combed my fingers through his hair. “Except that I love you. God help me.”
James smiled. “Like I said, it’s a start.”
Becca.
If anything, the receiving line at the Cathedral was even longer than the first one. People paid their respects, kissing the late Don Valentino on both cheeks before taking their seats. It was a full house.
James and I sat at the front along with some cousins and other relatives once mass was about to start. It was a full Catholic Mass, with the blessing of the bread and everything.
As a Protestant, I did not go up to receive communion, something James’s family, and those in the rows behind, noted and began to gossip about. Apparently, James was supposed to be with a good Catholic girl.
The bishop—for the bishop himself had come to perform the mass—gave mass in Italian. I didn’t understand a word, but James leaned over and at least quietly translated the homily for me. James then stood to say a few words, also in Italian, but he’d rehearsed with me beforehand so I knew what he was saying.
We then processed to the family’s mausoleum and people threw flowers on top of the casket before it was moved into the vault.
“He is with his wife now,” Sofia said, coming to greet us after all was said and done. “His spirit is happy, I’m sure. Now, I think you two need to catch a plane.”
It was true. Tony himself was waiting with the black sedan that would take us to the airport. “Thank you, Sofia,” James responded. “You’re a good friend.”
“I will expect you to invest in my next venture,” Sofia teased. Then she waved her hands at us. “Go, go.”
James and I hurried to the car and slid into the back.
“I still think this is a bad idea,” Tony muttered from the front seat, but directed the driver to take us to the airport just the same.
“I know you have things well in hand, Tony,” James said. “You’ll take good care of whatever comes up while I’m gone. Just remind people I’m fighting for the family heir, as a good Don should.”