Sipping at his water, he watched her.
Her guards were close but like he ordered them, they were to keep an eye on her but not touch, not disturb her peace.
For years, she’d been controlled in every aspect of her life that he made sure she could have her freedom in their home at least. Like now, she lay on the grass that was probably still damp from the rainfall they had the night before. The sun was out, though. She wore a dress that nipped in at her waist to flare out across the hips. With the way she lay on the ground, completely vulnerable, her swollen bump could be seen.
The sight alone was enough to make his dick ache.
After he’d taken everything from his father, killed his uncle, he’d wanted to wait for children, to make sure he had people’s trust before he even considered having children. Now, after five years, they were expecting their first. He was terrified, but his wife, she thrived being pregnant. She was sexy as well.
What did surprise him was that retirement suited his father. Romeo Giavanni had handed over the empire without a second’s hesitation. He’d also put to right everything he allowed Gino to do. He’d even given him his support as well. For the first time in their lives, Raphael enjoyed his father’s company.
Stepping out into the warm air, he held her water in his hand, following up the path, going straight toward her.
She took a deep breath, expelled it, and took another as he returned.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said.
The smile played across her lips, lighting up her whole face. “You’re back.”
She sat up and he sat on the ground beside her. He handed her the glass of water and she took it, drinking it down.
“How was your day?” she asked.
“Eventful but I don’t want to talk business. How are you?” he asked, placing a hand on her stomach.
“I’m fine. We’re fine. Worried about you.” She cupped his face.
“Don’t be. I’m home now.”
She licked her lips and her gaze fell down his body, a clear sign she wanted something a little more … dirty from him.
Taking the glass from her hands, he picked up his heavily pregnant wife and started toward the house.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking my wife, the love of my life, to our bedroom where I’m going to start by making love to her. Licking her pretty desperate pussy, and then I’m going to fuck her hard like she wants me to.”
“Your wife is looking forward to it.” Elenore wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her upstairs.
She owned his heart, just as he took hers.
He’d do anything for her. There were no limits to his need when it came to this woman, to his little slave girl.
The End