The Mafia's Don Plus Size Bride

Night call

Heat rushed straight up my neck, settling deep in my lower belly like a sudden, heavy weight.

I kept my head down completely, staring at the crumbs on my plate so he would not see the flush on my cheeks. "Okay," I murmured, my voice barely audible.

I went back upstairs as soon as I finished eating. I threw myself onto the bed and tried to sleep, but my mind refused to quiet down. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could feel was the weight of Lorenzo's body pressing against me, the wet drag of his tongue against my throat, and the sharp slide of his fingers inside me. My skin felt hyper sensitive, itching for a touch I knew I should be running from.

Hours dragged by. Afternoon turned into evening, and darkness filled the room.

Night fell without a single word from Lorenzo. Disappointment settled heavy in my chest, bitter and embarrassing. He had probably forgotten all about his promise, busy with his wife or his blood soaked business. I let out a shaky sigh,

What had i been thinking? He probably just wants me because of what happened, what would a man like Lorenzo do with me when he had beautiful Camilla

I pulled the blanket up to my chin, and shut my eyes tightly to force sleep to take me.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

The sudden sound on my door startled me out of my brief drift.

I sat up instantly, my pulse spiking with a rush of frantic anticipation. I slid off the bed, hurried across the room, and pulled the door open, my breath catching in my throat.

My chest sank. It was not Lorenzo.

Marcus stood in the dimly lit corridor, dressed in his usual crisp gray suit. A faint, sympathetic smile touched his lips as he noticed the instant flicker of disappointment on my face.

"Disappointed?" Marcus asked gently, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.

"No," I lied quickly, wrapping my arms around my waist. "I was just... sleeping."

"Lorenzo sent me," Marcus informed me, stepping back to give me space. "He is waiting for you in his private lounge."

My stomach flipped, a fresh wave of nervous heat pooling between my thighs. I nodded softly, stepping out into the hallway and pulling my sweater down. "Okay."

We walked side by side toward the elevator. The silence between us was quiet, unlike the suffocating tension that usually filled the halls when Lorenzo or Camila were around.

"You do not have to look so terrified, Kate," Marcus said quietly as we approached the steel doors. "Lorenzo can be a total d**k at times, trust me, I deal with him every day. But as long as I'm around, I'll make sure to keep you safe from the real monster"

He reached out, his hand moving to squeeze my palm in a friendly gesture of encouragement.

The sudden physical contact made me flinch. I subconsciously snatched my hand away, tucking my arm tight against my ribs as if his touch had burned me.

Marcus paused, staring at his empty hand for a second before letting out a soft, understanding breath. He did not push it.

The elevator doors slid open with a quiet chime. I kept my head down, stepped inside the empty car, and turned around to face the hallway as the heavy steel doors slowly slid shut, taking me up to the top floor where Lorenzo was waiting.

The elevator doors opened showing the dimly lit lounge and I knew exactly where to look.

Lorenzo stood by the wide windows of the private lounge, back half turned, a glass of dark liquor in one hand. The moment I stepped inside his eyes found mine.

“How is the foot?” he asked.

“Its fine,” I said. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Barely hurts now.”

“Come here.” he said snappy

I walked straight to him without hesitation. When I stopped I was close enough that the heat of his body reached me through the sweater. Lorenzo’s hand came up and closed around the side of my neck. Not hard enough to bruise. Just firm enough that I felt claimed.

My heart slammed harder, but it was not fear this time. it was hotter, something that felt much more dangerous, that something coiled low in my stomach.

He studied my face for a long second, thumb brushing the edge of my jaw, as if he could sense my will, as if he suspects I want this too

He leaned down and pressed a slow, wet kiss to the side of my neck. His mouth lingered, tongue tasting my skin, before he moved lower. One hand slid under the hem of my sweater and cupped my breast through the thin bra. I made a soft sound and did not try to stay quiet.

Lorenzo guided me backward until the backs of my knees hit the wide sofa. He pulled back enough to speak

“Take your clothes off Kate,” he said. “Right here. At the foot of the sofa.”

I did not argue. I pulled the sweater over my head and dropped it. The jeans followed. When I hooked my thumbs into my underwear and pushed them down I kept my eyes on his face the entire time. Staring fearlessly into his dark eyes. Cool air touched my bare skin. I stood in front of him completely naked.

Lorenzo’s gaze dragged over every curve with dark, open heat. He did not speak for a moment. Then he stepped in, hands on my waist, and guided me down onto the sofa cushions.

His mouth landed on the full curve of my cleavage at once, hot and open, sucking and licking the soft skin between my breasts while one hand squeezed the other. I arched into him and let the moan leave my throat without holding it back.

"Ahhh.." I moaned, the feel of his mouth incredibly hot. He licked on my n****e, pulling it gently with his teeth, then sucking it before letting it go, I let out another moan, gripping the the sofa instead this time

"f**k Kate" he murmured