Page 39 of Married to the Ruthless Mafia Heir

At that, Elena's eyes flickered away. "I... I made it back myself."

She looked like hell—like she hadn't slept all night. She couldn't have walked all the way back to Moretti Manor, could she?

"Don't lie to me, Elena." My patience was wearing thin. "Lombardi Estate has cameras everywhere. I'll find out anyway. I want to hear it from you."

She clutched the glass, eyes down. After a long pause, she spoke quietly. "Luca drove me home."

Luca Lombardi.

That Lombardi kid—no real work to his name, spent years in school with nothing to show for it. And now he had the nerve to make a move on my woman?

I laughed coldly. "You two are getting cozy pretty fast."

"No." Elena grabbed my hand, looking up at me. "He saw me standing alone at the manor gate. Maybe he felt sorry for me. That's the only reason he gave me a ride. Last night... you never came out. I didn't dare take your car without permission."

She looked so frightened it softened something in me. Elena's eyes were brown—like a startled deer in the woods, always fixed on me with such focus.

"Fine. I get it." I gentled my voice. "Feeling better now?"

"I drank last night but didn't eat much. Made me nauseous." Elena seemed to relax at my calmer tone. She bit her lip, her long lashes fluttering like she wanted to say something.

With that look on her face, I could already guess it'd piss me off.

"Elena, as a wife, I think you should consider your words before opening your mouth." I leaned back on the sofa, warning her. I wanted to hear something that would ease the tension between us, not more shit that'd set me off.

Elena took a sip of water, weighing her words carefully before speaking. "The first time we met, Alfredo sent me to deliver your suit. I've been learning how to make them. I'd like to make one for you... if that's okay? I know the suits you've worn before were made by top designers, but I want to try. I believe I can do it well."

Her eyes finally had some life in them, some spark. Much better.

I hadn't expected her to offer to make me a suit, though. Making one was tedious as hell—hand-tailored even more so, requiring massive amounts of time and effort. The fact that she'd do that for me was surprising.

I nodded. "Sure."

She smiled at me—soft, sweet. The air went quiet. I stared at her lips, now flushed pink, feeling desire stir inside me. But more than that, I wanted to see her lose control.

I patted my thigh. "Come here. Sit."

Elena looked at me, startled. Her face went red instantly. But my expression was serious, unwavering. After hesitating, she set down the glass and, blushing, settled onto my lap. She was soft, almost weightless. Whatever she was wearing—pajamas or something similar—was thin fabric that carried her scent, filling my senses the moment she got close.

"Know what to do?" I glanced down, gesturing with my eyes.

Elena bit her lower lip, uncertain. Her hand touched my belt, pale pink fingertips resting on the black buckle. She asked timidly, "Here? What if someone comes in?"

She always acted so innocent, so inexperienced. And it made her even more irresistible. I couldn't hold back anymore—I pulled her into me. Her breasts pressed against my hard chest, her whole body melting into mine like water.

"You said you only wanted to have my child, didn't you?" I bit her ear, licking it gently. "Since you're so generous, I should be too. Relax. No one's coming in."

She arched her neck, gasping, arms wrapping around me. I kissed from her ear down to her collarbone. Elena bit her lip, trying not to make noise. I leaned in and kissed her, breaking away just long enough to say, "Don't hold back. Let me hear you."

She moaned softly as I coaxed her body to respond, my hands guiding her hips in slow, deliberate circles. My palms slid over the soft curve of her ass, fingers digging into the yielding flesh, spreading her open so I could feel every inch of her cunt gripping me. "That's it," I murmured against her skin, lips brushing the damp hollow of her throat, tongue tracing the flutter of her pulse. "You want a baby so badly? Then show me. Work for it."

Her movements were clumsy, hesitant. I positioned her so she straddled me properly, thighs forced wide around my hips, the head of my cock already buried deep inside her tight heat. "Move," I commanded, my voice rough with need. I thrust up once, hard, just to feel her walls clench and flutter around the thick length stretching her open.

Elena tried, rocking against me with uncertain rhythm. Her inexperience showed in every motion—too slow, too tentative. The wet drag of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft was delicious, sticky and hot, but she lacked the control to take me deeper. Within minutes, her thighs trembled with exhaustion, her soft inner muscles fluttering weakly around me as sweat beaded between her breasts.

"Already tired?" I gripped her waist, steadying her, thumbs pressing into the soft give of her belly. "We're just getting started." My fingers slipped lower, parting her folds so I could watch where we joined—her pink, swollen cunt stretched obscenely around my cock, shiny with her own slick. I rolled my hips up, grinding the base against her clit until she gasped.

Before she could protest, I lifted her—still joined with me—and carried her to my desk. Papers scattered as I set her down, spreading her legs wider until her knees nearly touched the polished wood. "You said you'd do anything to give me a child," I reminded her, thrusting deeper, burying every thick inch until my balls pressed against her ass. The wet, filthy sound of my cock punching into her filled the office. "So take all of it."