The kingpin's obsession: Lena

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LENA

“Yeah, they sent Sullivan…no…Lena’s fine…yeah…the baby too…”

I heard bits and pieces of Vincenzo’s conversation from the balcony before he switched to full on Italian with his brother and father. His been on that call ever since we spoke about the invitation that was supposedly delivered by this Sullivan guy.

I didn’t know who Milano was, but from the way Vincenzo and his family sounded so on edge as they spoke about their next step, they must have been a real threat. It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t feeling uneasy now.

My hand unconsciously went to the nonexistent bump on my stomach as I stared at the plain wall before me from where I sat on the cushion.

“Well. There goes our honeymoon, I guess.” I muttered under my breath as I looked down at my hand that was on my belly. I really wanted this honeymoon to be as memorable for Vincenzo as it would have been for me. But now he had to deal with this when he should have been taking his first ever break from the hustle and bustle of the underworld. I didn’t understand his world, but I was now a part of it, and he was a part of mine too, so, I had to support him in the only way I knew how…

“Lena?” Vincenzo’s voice broke through my thought bubble and I looked up to see him decend into the space beside me, and I shifted to make room for him. When he was sat, he cupped my cheek in his hand, a deep frown on his face as he looked at me, concern dancing in his eyes.

“What’s wrong? You look upset.” he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into his lap. I shook my head.

“It’s just…you seemed so uneasy, and-”

Before I could voice out my concerns, he pulled me in for a hug, resting his chin on my shoulder and I leaned into him, letting his familiar scent comfort me.

“It’s all begin handled. I spoke to Lorenzo, and Stefano's working on the Intel as we speak.”

That’s right, I almost forgot that it was all thanks to Stefano that Vincenzo was able to find me that night at the docks.

I haven't had the chance to properly thank him for that. it's still hard to imagine how far we've come.

“I don’t want you to think about all that, okay?” he finally pulled back from the hug, but I threw my arms around his neck and went in for a hug of my own.

Easy for him to say. His whole life had been about war and shadows. Mine was only just beginning to understand what it meant to love someone born of them.

“Don’t think too hard about any of this, Moi cara, just focus on me…”

He whispered the words like a delicate promise and I had no choice but to believe, and if I had any doubts left the feel of his soft lips against mine chased them all away.

Vincenzo’s lips claimed mine, and I could feel the urgency behind them as I stardled him so he could have better access. Every nerve in my body came alive as his tongue swept my bottom lip, coaxing me into a slow, deliberate dance. His calloused hand traced the back of my neck then he wrapped my hair in his fist. With one tug he forced a gasp out of my mouth and that was all he needed to take over.

I didn’t resist him. I couldn’t. I let him kiss me as though he were starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy him. My own body ached to be dominated, to be punished but also be rewarded by him.

My fingers curled into his T-shirt, clutching it for my dear life, because with every kiss, I felt my head begin to spin from the lust and lack of breath.

“Vince…” I was the first to break away from the kiss, but he just followed me, diving in for one last kiss before he pulled back and resumed attacking other parts of my body With hot steamy kisses. He kissed along my jaw, down my neck until he reached my exposed collar bone. A low growl of approval vibrated from his chest then he shifted, standing with effortless strength as he stood with me, his arms wound securely around my waist and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his, my silk night dress riding up my thigh as he crossed the living area until he reached the room. Our lips were locked, and honestly, I didn’t even know who was more desperate between him and I.

It didn’t matter though.

“I feel like I’ve barely had you to myself today.” Vincenzo rasped when he lowered me onto the bed and the mattress dipped beneath our weight. A soft chuckle left my lips.

“But we spent the entire day together though.” I chuckled softly as I reached up to cup his cheek and he leaned into my touch.

“It was mostly us going from one shop to another, then me carrying most of the bags for you.” he rolled his eyes. “I’m the kingpin of the New York Brawlers yet somehow my wife turned me into a f*****g errand boy.”

“Hey! You offered to carry those bags, who was I to say no” I snapped back, but I failed to hold back the smile on my lips.

To be honest, at this rate I might actually end up successfully turning this big bad kingpin into a house husband. You know, like that guy from that one anime where the gangster wears a pink apron.

I can only imagine what he’d look like in an apron. I bet he’d look so sexy in one. Maybe add him being shirtless under the apron, and maybe making me breakfast.

“What are you thinking off now?”

Shoot! He caught me day dreaming about him. A giddy grin spread across my face and I giggled.

“Just thinking how good you’d look in a pink apron.” I confessed. He had the cutest confused expression ever.

“Why pink? Black’s more my speed.” he argued.

“Isn’t it the same for every mafia man?” I asked, one of my brows arching in question.

“Yeah, but it looks better when I wear it.”

Such an arrogant man. I rolled my eyes with a bashful smile because he wasn’t wrong.

“And you…” he suddenly leaned really close to me making my laugh hitch. “…look absolutely stunning when you’re naked.” A warm blush spread across my face as he said that. And the wicked grin on his face told me he knew exactly how to get to me. His fingers brushed against my inner thigh as they traced up slowly. Deliberately. A low moan escaped my lips and my back arched. But he didn’t stop there, no, Vincenzo was the master of seduction, he knew how to get all the expressions out of me, and he sure as hell knew how to make me beg for him.