It was simple.
He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend.
Now there is no going back.
I'm his wife now and he is my husband
His Donna.
My Don.
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"I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he decl...
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Kristen POV
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The past few weeks Giovanni kept his words. Every night, around 7, he would come over to my house and stay the night with us. He was there at every late night feedings and diaper change.
Of course he would sleep on the couch but that still didn't help the wet dreams I would have about us.
And the mornings doesn't help at all. He wakes up at the crack of dawn cooks me breakfast practically naked and every time I see him shirtless i turn red in the face.
I mean come on Kristen you already seen him naked that's how we ended up with twins.
And the way he is with the twins is beautiful. When holds them late night he quietly sings to them in Italian.
I have to ask Valencia what the song translates to.
This morning I wake up rejuvenated and to the smell of bacon cooking. I walked over to the girls room and are still asleep.
I head down stairs and low and behold the man I've been dreaming about for a week shirtless.
"Good morning," I say sitting down at the table
"Good morning bellissima," he says setting the plate of delicious breakfast in front of me.
This has become a routine that I look forward to in the morning. I took a bite of the omelette and I melted onto the chair and i moaned in pleasure.
"You need to stop doing that," he said lowly and in a groan tone. Maybe I wasn't supposed to hear that but I did.
"Or what." I said loudly enough for him to hear. He turns off the stove and walks over to me. I instantly stood up to face him. He grabs my face and pressed his lips against mines. My lips instantly moved against his in sync. Giovanni pushed the food off the table and picked me up.
My legs wrapped around his waist as his sat me down on the table. His lips moved to my neck. "You smell so fucking good," he groans into my neck.
His hands slowly reached down between my legs. His rough hand cupping my sex and my wetness dripping down.
"You're this wet for me baby, I haven't even done anything yet," he said.
"You've done enough," i moaned. His lips recaptured my own and his tongue slipped into my mouth.
I pull back slightly and flicked my tongue out across the seam of his lips. Our lips reconnected and deep than before. Before I can react Giovanni slipped two of his fingers between my folds.
"Ahh," I moaned out. His rhythm is slow but powerful. Every time he pulls out his finger and thrust time back into me, my heart tingles and tightens.
It like I can't breathe. All I can do is watch and enjoy. And then he add another finger.
