“Harder,” he whispered.
I did as he asked and felt his hand venture deeper, reaching my wet snatch. Massimo inhaled sharply and started to play with me, writhing in ecstasy. His phallus grew longer and harder.
“Get on top of me,” he said, licking his lips and throwing the duvet off the bed.
The motion revealed his astounding erection, and I suddenly felt hot.
“Not going to happen, love,” I replied, kissing his chin. “I want to pleasure you this way.”
“But I want to be inside you.”
He turned to the side and pressed himself to me, hooking his finger under the fabric of my panties and drawing it away before roughly shoving his cock inside me. I cried out, my fingers digging into the skin of his back. He fucked me hard and violent, until he remembered that he couldn’t finish inside me—we had no condoms. So he pulled out, panting heavily, and moved up over my head, placing his hands on the wall behind the bed.
“Finish me off,” he whispered, sliding his cock into my mouth.
I sucked him passionately, my fingers delicately stroking his balls.
A moment later I felt his body growing tense, and a wave of sticky semen flooded my throat. He bellowed loudly, his hands clutching the headboard. When he was finished, Massimo collapsed onto the mattress next to me, trying to catch his breath.
“You can wake me up like that every morning,” he breathed, smiling.
I tried swallowing his load but felt myself gagging.
I jumped out of the bed and sprinted to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I leaned over the toilet and threw up. When I was finished, I sat down with my back to the wall, suddenly becoming acutely aware that I was pregnant. Jesus, this is bad, I thought. If each blow job was going to end in throwing up, I wouldn’t be able to do it at all!
Massimo stepped into the doorway, crossing his arms.
“That pizza last evening must have been bad. I knew something was wrong with it.”
“The pizza, huh?”
“Yeah. Plus, drugs can change the taste and smell of semen, so think of that next time you’re in a mood to snort some coke,” I said, getting up and grabbing a toothbrush.
The Man in Black leaned against the doorframe, taking a moment to study me.
I finished brushing my teeth and kissed him on the cheek on my way to the bedroom.
“It’s early. I think I’ll lie down for a while more.”
I slid into bed and switched the TV on. Massimo was still in the doorway but turned and was now facing me. I was switching channels mindlessly, feeling his eyes on me.
“I want a physician to take a look at you before I leave,” he said, walking across the room to the closet.
My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know which doctor he would call, but even a witch doctor wouldn’t be able to discover I was pregnant only from taking my pulse. Or so I hoped.
Twenty minutes later, Massimo stopped by the bed. He looked exactly the same as when I had first seen him back at the airport. Black suit and black shirt, bringing out the color of his skin and his eyes. He was authoritative, unyielding, and looked like a real gangster. Keeping the last vestige of calmness, I turned to the TV and said, “I don’t think a bit of indigestion is enough of a reason to have me checked out by a physician, but whatever. I can diagnose myself and even come up with a treatment. Some stomach bitters, black tea, and stale bread. Want me to prescribe you something for that anxiety, too?”
Massimo took a step closer, smiling gently.
“Better safe than sorry, right?” I grabbed him by the belt. “Wasn’t that morning blow job enough of a treatment, Mr. Torricelli? Maybe you’re not satisfied with the service?”
The Man in Black laughed, stroking my face.
“I always want more, but we don’t have time to sate me for now. Get ready for our wedding night. We’ll have a lot to make up for, baby girl.”
He leaned over me and kissed me on the lips passionately before going down the stairs.
“Remember. You promised you won’t run away anymore. I have an app on my phone that allows me to see where you are. I installed the same app on your phone. Domenico will show you everything. If you don’t like the Porsche, the drivers will take you everywhere, but please don’t take any of the sports cars. I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle them. I’ve got some surprises planned for you so you don’t grow bored. You might want to have a look around. I hid them in the spots where we had our first times together. See you Saturday.”
When he left, I felt my eyes watering. I rushed out of bed and chased after him, jumping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his hips, clinging to him like a koala bear on a tree branch.
“I love you, Massimo.”
He purred with delight, holding me against the wall and sticking his tongue into my mouth in a luscious kiss. “I like that you love me. Now get back to bed.”
He put me down and walked away, and I stood there, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks, watching as he opened the door. “I’ll be back,” he whispered, closing it behind him.
For a long while I kept still, wondering if this would be how I felt every time he left—praying that he returned safely. I forced the thought from my head and went to the terrace. Another beautiful day was beginning in Sicily—the clouds were slowly retreating, making way for the sun to warm the island. I took a seat in a lounge chair and stared out to the calm sea. A while later I felt a soft blanket sliding down around my shoulders.
“I brought you tea with milk,” said Domenico, sitting next to me. “And a few pills for your anemia.”
He placed vials with medicine on the table between us and started listing them: “Folic acid, zinc, iron, and all the rest you need in the first trimester.”
I froze, gaping at him. “You know I’m pregnant?”
The young man smiled and nodded, making himself comfortable in his seat. “Don’t worry. I’m the only one who knows. I won’t tell anyone. This is between you and Massimo.”
“But you didn’t tell Massimo?” I asked, unable to contain my fear.
“Of course not. There are things even family has no right to meddle in. You have to tell him yourself. Nobody can take that away from you.”
I sighed with relief and took a sip of the tea. “I’m praying it’s a girl,” I said with a melancholy smile.
Domenico turned his head to look at me and chuckled good-naturedly. “A girl can become the head of the family, too, you know,” he replied with a half smile, raising his brows.
I punched him on the shoulder. “Don’t even say that. It isn’t funny.”
“Have you thought about a name yet?”
I hesitated, watching him. I’d known about the pregnancy for only a day. Thinking about a name hadn’t really crossed my mind yet. “First, I have to go see a doctor to help me understand the process. I’ll think of the details later.”
“I booked you a spot for tomorrow, three in the afternoon. Same clinic as yesterday. Now, come put some clothes on and let’s go have breakfast. Me knowing your little secret means I’ve got to take a bit more interest in your diet.”
As we crossed the bedroom, I noticed a large box occupying the center of the bed.
“What’s that?” I asked, turning to Domenico.