His: Tony: The Sabatini Family by Fiona Murphy (mystery books to read .TXT) 📗

Charles Dickens, and Twain. Another shelf is filled with books I can tell are hundreds of years old. “How old are these?”

The dimple appears. “Very old. That one is 1542, 1612, 1635, and that one is 1655 I came across the first one by accident. They are completely different to read, the history is in every page. And this case is locked. I’m not supposed to handle them, but I can’t keep from taking them out every once in a while to study them. What’s the use in owning them if I don’t?”

My breath catches at the awe on his face as he looks at the books, the way he speaks about them.

“I have another book on Archimedes since you liked the biography.”

We spend the evening talking about books, his favorites and mine. He entices me into speaking Latin with him. Which I like doing, he compliments me several times.

At last, we go upstairs. The sex is slow and teasing and Tony drives me out of my mind for what I swear is a solid hour before finally entering me. As he does the feeling of him inside me without a condom brings back what he said earlier today. He wants me pregnant. For a moment, I stiffen at the idea of going through it again. The timing of sex for the most fertile times, the checking of my temperature, peeing on sticks and the pain when they were negative. I know he feels the difference in me. Although he doesn’t say anything. He claims my mouth rough and deep until I forget everything except what he’s doing to me.

I’m floating in the pleasure of my orgasm as I feel Tony coming, hot, wet, and deep inside me. His head comes down against mine, even though he’s careful to keep his weight off me. I know what he’s doing. I try to push him off me. He doesn’t budge.

“This isn’t fair.” I fight tears. “You saying I’m going to have your baby without even asking me. This should—”

Damn him, I fight his kiss. He doesn’t stop until I’m breathless, gasping for air. “I never said I was going to be fair,” Tony grits out against my lips. “You want a baby. You’ll have mine. You aren’t a coward, stop playing one. The woman who held a gun to my head wouldn’t allow fear to stop her from getting the thing she’s wanted for as long as you have. If something happens, I’ll be here. I’m not going to leave you to go through it alone. If something doesn’t happen, I’ll be here. If you need to go through treatments again, I’ll be with you. We’ll get through it together. You won’t be alone. I take care of you, always.”

Because I believe him, I give in and wrap myself around him as tightly as I can and give in. Yes, I want a baby. I want Tony more. And if that means going through it all over again, I will. I want to be brave for him. I want to deserve him, so I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to him.

***

Christy

It’s what I think. A few times the next day, I allow myself to dream about Tony’s baby. I imagine a baby boy with his blue eyes and longing wells up inside me. Only as the longing builds, so does the fear. I tell Tony I’m going to bed while he’s on the phone with someone, a part of me hoping he’ll stay up later. Yet as I put on the lone silky nightgown I have, Tony enters the closet. An eyebrow goes up at me as he begins to undress.

God, he’s so damn beautiful I can’t take my eyes off him. Naked now, he reaches for me. My hand goes up to his chest, tracing the words in Latin across his heart. It will be done the Sabatini motto, the vow they hold in their heart. But what if it can’t? I try to push him away, only he doesn’t budge.

Shaking my head. “I’m sorry, Tony. I’m not in the mood.”

His hand goes into my hair, yanking me back up to him. “Liar.” He tears off the nightgown, the sound filling the room. “When your nipples are hard and your pussy is wet for my cock, pick a different lie.”

He picks me up and walks me into the bedroom. I land on the bed with a thump, and try to roll away. I don’t go far. His hand goes around my throat, holding me in place. A warning squeeze of that big hand freezes me. Oh god, I’m such a freak—the hand is making me so damn wet. Tony sighs as he shakes his head.

“I thought we covered this last night.” He moves, positioning his cock along my weeping slit. I hate the way my body undulates beneath him, inviting him into me when I swear I don’t want this.

Damn it, I hate the tears that fall from nowhere. “What if I can’t though?”

There’s no warning as Tony surges into me, tearing a moan from me. I’m not prepared the way he usually makes sure I am and damn him it hurts. But fuck me, the pain is a different kind of turn-on, twisting me up inside. Shocking the fuck out of me. As usual, Tony doesn’t miss a thing.

“Hm, liked that piccolina? I did promise we would find out more about how the spanking in the closet made you wet.” He purrs low in his throat. The hand around my throat tightens, and his mouth goes down to my breast. Sucking hard, his teeth works my tight nipple to pain. Pleasure explodes throughout every inch of me. He surges into me rough and hard, one thrust, two then stops and sucks harder, and I’m so fucking close.

Tony pulls out, and I sob from the loss of him. I barely have time to take it in before he rolls me onto my stomach. The slap of his big