Destined For The Mafia (18+) (3 of 3)

Chapter 9 - Honeymoon

[Enzo's POV]

The house Caterina rented is a large blue beach house with white trim. It backs on to a private beach and has no close neighbours. No one to see or hear us or us to them.

She convinces me to lay on the white lounge chairs in the back. I look over to her in her red barely-there bikini, tanning as the sun beats down, almost glittering across her olive skin. I silently thank her in my mind for the privacy of this house again, while her almost naked perfect body is sprawled out like this.

Years later and I still can't get enough of her.

She turns her cheek to look at me, moving her sunglasses down on her nose so her eyes show above them.

"Would you like a drink, husband?" She asks with a smile.

I shake my head. "No thanks, baby."

She nods and moves her sunglasses back up, leaning back on the chair again with her face in the sun.

"I had them stock the fridge with everything we like."

I nod even though she can't see me.

I let a few minutes go by before I sit up and turn towards her, my feet on the ground between our chairs.

"Why are we here, Cat?"

She smirks, but otherwise doesn't move. "Relaxing."

"No. Here. Hawaii."

I watch as she sighs and then turns her head toward me.

"We never got a honeymoon..."

"Did we not?"

"Or a babymoon."

"A babymoon..." I repeat, the word as foreign on my lips as another language.

She laughs her beautiful laugh and sits up, turning toward me. "A last trip before the baby comes."

"Well," I say as I lean forward and take off her sunglasses. She smiles as I close the gap between us and I kiss her. "It seems like we should make the most out of our belated honeybabymoon now, huh?" I say against her lips.

She giggles as I scoop her in my arms and carry her inside the sliding doors toward the bedroom.

"Enzo!" She squeals as I toss her on the bed. She bounces a little, but ends in the middle, staring up at me on her back.

My hands wrap around her ankles and pull her forward.

"You love prancing around in this little number," I whisper as I tug on the bikini bottom strap at her hip. "Don't you?"

She doesn't answer. She knows it drives me crazy when she doesn't. It drives me even crazier that she knows that.

I flip her over by her ankles. My palm collides lightly with her ass.

"Don't you?" I ask again, louder, more forceful.

She doesn't answer. But I can hear her answer in her breath as it gets louder and rougher with each second.

I turn her over again on her back and she smiles up to me with her wicked grin. She knows what she's doing. She pulls at my sides, so I climb over her, hovering with my hands on each side of her head holding me up.

"I do..." she whispers, running her thumb across my cheek bone. "Do you love me?" She whispers.

If she only realized how much...

"More than you know," I answer. "And you love me."

She leans up to kiss me briefly.

"I do. I very much do, husband."