“Just the beginning,” I interrupt. Even though I just came in her, the sight of her sprawled out on my bed is going to make me hard again. I need to shower after the business with her ex, and I want her soapy tits pressed up against me. “Get up,” I tell her, taking her by the hand and helping her off of the bed.
She moves slowly, like she’s sore, and I feel a flash of empathy, but the hardening of my cock pushes that away. “We need to shower,” I tell her.
Eva nods, her eyes traveling down my body. She grins when she sees my cock and reaches out, slowly stroking her hand up and down my length.
“Again?” She asks, her voice all innocent, but I know my Eva. She’s not innocent. Any of that has been stripped away. She’s the perfect match for me.
“I can’t get enough of you.” This time, when I pull her by the hand, she follows me into the bathroom.
Chapter 22
Eva
“Are you sure that your parents really want to meet me? Again, I mean.” Yeah, I’ve met both Pops and Ma before – back when I was tied to the bed in their house and kept as a prisoner so that I couldn’t leave and tell the cops that they were the mafia.
Although, if you have half a brain, you should be able to tell that something’s up. Most men don’t dress as nice as the Torenti family does. Really, though, I’ve never seen men all wear suits and cufflinks before. They look great, don’t get me wrong, but maybe it’s just because now I know that they’re mafia that it seems so much more suspicious to me.
Roque glances over at me and then reaches out to slip his hand into mine. “I promise you, Eva, they want to see you. They want to get to know you better than they have. I’ve told them a lot, but it’s still important for you to come by.”
I’ve been living with Roque for the past few weeks. He trusts me now to take the car and pop out to the store, but he hasn’t been keen on me leaving for long periods of time. I get it, I do. I’d be nervous about trusting me, too, if I were him.
But it’s Mother’s Day, and he told me that there was no way we could miss lunch with the entire family. Nervously, I reach down to wipe my hands on my jeans, but I have on a cotton sundress, and instead I just smooth it out over my legs. It’s bright yellow and fits me perfectly, flaring out from the waist a little when I move.
Of course, the first thing that Roque had done when he saw me in it was flip it up over my ass and fuck me in the kitchen. We’re a little late for lunch, but he told me that it would be fine.
“I just think I’d make a better impression if we weren’t late, you know?” When he glances over at me, I give him a wink and he visibly relaxes.
“You can’t go around the house wearing shit like that and think that I’m not going to want to fuck you,” he growls back, running his thumb over the back of my hand. “I couldn’t help myself when I saw what you were wearing, and nobody would convict.”
At this, I laugh out loud, and damn, it feels good. Before I found Roque, it had been a long time since I felt like I could just throw my head back and laugh. Nobody wants to feel like they don’t have any joy in their life, but that’s exactly what I was facing. It’s damn hard to be happy when you’re constantly looking over your shoulder for your crazy ex and his goons.
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God, this tiramisu is amazing. I’m definitely going to have to ask Ma for the recipe, but I’m worried that if I do, I’ll never fit into another little sundress. Is it worth being able to eat this every day for the rest of my life when I know that Roque won’t be able to flip my dress up from behind and fuck me whenever he wants?
I pause, the fork to my mouth, and consider it.
Before I can take the bite or make up my mind, though, Pops interrupts me.
“So, Eva, I have something to talk to you about.”
My stomach drops and I put my fork back on my plate, looking sadly at the last bite. “What can I do for you, sir?” I ask him, wanting to be polite, but also really wanting that last bit of tiramisu.
“Well, Roque tells me that you’ve settled in well at his home.”
I glance at Roque to see if there’s a hidden meaning to what his dad is saying. Yeah, I’ve settle in alright, if he means that I have his son’s cock in me twice a day. Normally, I’d be going stir-crazy in a house without being allowed to work, but I’ve actually really enjoyed taking care of the house and being around for Roque. It’s not practicing law, that’s for sure, but it’s a hell of a lot better than waiting tables.
“I think so. We’ve come up with a pretty good routine for the two of us, although he knows that I’d like to spend a bit more time working outside of the home.” Does Roque know that? I’ve mentioned it, but before I’m done talking, I’m usually riding his cock, so it’s hard to say what we’ve really discussed.
“That’s what I thought. A woman like you isn’t made to just live in the house.” Nobody else at the table says anything, but the look on Roque’s face tells me that he knows exactly where this is going. I wonder if he’s happy about what his dad is saying
