Marrying the Mob Prince

KNOX

Two years later

Five past eight.

I stared at my watch’s display, frowning. I’d give the nanny one minute to return from the park with my daughter before I harassed her with phone calls. I tracked them via the app in my phone, growling when the nanny took a detour through a winding set of streets.

Funny how becoming a father completely changed everything. Before I even laid eyes on Indie, I saw my future children as extensions of myself. I wanted three boys. Three replacements. If one got sick and died, I could always have another. What I didn’t know was how hard I’d fall for my baby girl. I had no idea of the soul-wrenching agony I’d experience every time she was in a stranger’s arms. Even my ambitions for our children had changed. After I got rehired as Black Prism’s CEO, I figured I would groom our firstborn to take my place. But becoming a father had fundamentally changed me. I didn’t care anymore about legacies. I just wanted to give my daughter the love I’d never experienced.

Warmth pressed into my back as Indie encircled my waist, hooking her head over my shoulder. I slipped my arms around hers. I relaxed, sinking into her embrace. I no longer had an aversion to touch. I was so lucky to have her. She’d helped me become the man she deserved. Honestly, it was still a work-in-progress. She’d tried to get me into therapy, but I couldn’t stomach talking to a stranger about my abuse so I bought books on cognitive behavioral therapy and did exercises to realign my thinking whenever things got too overwhelming.

She nudged me. “What are you looking at?”

“The nanny.”

“Knox.”

A grunt escaped my mouth. We’d had endless discussions about our fifteen-month-old’s safety, but until Athena was eighteen I’d be a nervous wreck whenever she left the house without me. I’d slipped an air tag into my baby girl’s pocket, just in case.

I chewed my inner cheek. “Something might be wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

She clasped my hand and followed me through our house. I left the front door, locked it, and headed down the driveway, dragging my wife with me. As we turned the corner, our nanny, pushing a stroller, stopped to point out our neighbor’s lawn decorations. Athena grinned toothily.

“See? She’s fine.” Indie’s touch glided up my arm and gripped my bicep. Trusting strangers to take care of my daughter was hard. I’d been through too much to ever feel comfortable leaving her alone, but Indie had pressed me until I caved. She wanted more freedom on the weekdays, and I couldn’t wine and dine my wife with Athena screaming from a high chair.

“Come on,” she said, squeezing my hand. “We have half an hour with the sitter and I want to take advantage.”

I allowed her to lead us into the bedroom, smirking. Indie shut the door with a fuck-me smile. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.

I caught her lips with a flash of tongue and teeth. I groped her curves, kissing the dent below her ear. Indie grasped my waist, teasing my cock as she drifted downward. We stumbled toward the bed. I yanked the blouse down, exposing her creamy skin. I bent my head and licked, and she let out a hiss.

“When’s the last time I fucked you?”

“Um. Last night?”

My ravenous mind briefly recalled my face between her thighs. “It’s been too long.”

Her lips brushed mine. “I need you.”

I love you.

She kissed me before I could utter my confession.

Indie was my life’s purpose, the fire in my soul, and now that we had a family, she would never leave me. Yes, I’d loosened up on controlling her every move. But mostly because she could never be rid of me.

Indie broke off, her sexy grin widening. She undid her blouse and bra, her tits spilling out. She took off her pants and thong. Then she descended to her knees. Blood drained from my brain as Indie palmed my thighs.

I fisted her hair. “Such a good girl.”

“How do you want it?”

“It’s a cock, Indie.” My dick twitched at the sight of her, naked and kneeling. “Open your mouth and suck.”

Her touch fondled my balls, and then she gripped my shaft, sliding up and down. She stroked. She teased me with the stream of precum. She kissed the tip. Her tongue played with me.

A spark heated my groin. I rocked my hips and slid along her mouth. Her lips parted. She took me inside, leaning forward. Her tight warmth hugged me as she went deep.

I pulsed, trying not to come. Stamping down on my growing arousal was next to impossible when her eyes locked on mine. I traced the length of her neck, up the delicate arch, and under her jaw. Her muscles flexed. It was beautiful to watch. My wife seemed determined to drain my balls.

Indie worked me vigorously, flashing a coquettish smile whenever she paused. The tickling of her tongue taunted me. Her touch glided up and down my legs. My fingers sank into her hair. I was going to come and I didn’t want to finish with my beautiful wife on her knees.

I stopped her. Then I dragged her upright and pulled her into my arms. I steered us toward the bed.

“Enough. I need your pussy.”

I shoved her onto the mattress. I slid between her thighs and pushed inside her. My lips met hers as I pounded her hard. She gasped as I filled her. She dug into me as I rutted her like a beast. I pulsed in and out, rolling over her slicked skin. I kissed her as heat webbed across my chest. My rhythm picked up. She raked my back with her nails. Indie’s orgasm shook through her thighs. Her walls clenched me, massaging my cock until I came. I buried myself. A wave of euphoria leached the strength from my limbs as I spilled into her.

Several minutes later, Indie nipped my ear. “We should get ready for dinner. The Costas are coming over.”

“Did you get enough prosciutto?”

“Yep. Two pounds!”

My mouth pulled into a wry grin as I pictured Tony and his olive-skinned cousins stomping around my house, swearing, filling the house with their loudness. Most of them were on the wrong side of the law, but they’d adopted us as a second family.

You make your own family.

Hours later, when our house was packed with Costas, I still mulled that over. I rolled pasta in the kitchen next to a flour-dusted Evie as I meticulously folded ravioli. I’d never been a people person, but I spent every other weekend at the Costas, or they showed up here. Tony invited me to barbecues, baby showers, bachelor parties, christenings-which apparently were a big deal-and dragged me on fishing trips.

Strangely, I didn’t mind having a social life. We had some things in common. Tony’s cousin Vinn grew up on the same block as me. And he hated bikers, too. So I figured they couldn’t be that awful. The only drawback was that Italians liked to hug. A lot.

A boy streaked into the kitchen and collided into my legs. Tony’s rambunctious toddler, Tristan, seized my finger. “Oncle Nox?”

“What is it?”

Evie glowed as I allowed the boy to drag me away from the kitchen into the living room. He directed me toward the rug where a plastic train set had broken. Athena played next to him, beside a watchful Indie. Her bright eyes flashed as I repaired the broken track of the train set. She banged on a manual keyboard that seemed to be her favorite toy. Probably because I’d spent so many hours cuddling with my daughter with the laptop on my knees. She was my protege in the making. My life.

I never knew I could love anyone so much.

I scooped Athena in my arms, and she poked my cheek. My daughter would become whatever she wanted, and I’d dedicate my life to her becoming the most badass version of herself.

“You still want another one?” Indie teased.

I smiled at her. “I want whatever you’re willing to give me.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She pressed her soft lips into mine, and warmth bloomed inside me. I pulled her into my arms. She kissed the top of Athena’s head, and my chest tightened. Everything I’d built was gone, but I’d gained a wife in the process. And a baby girl. I just wanted to have a decent life and protect people I loved.

My empire had been reduced to ashes, but I had my woman’s love.

And that was all I needed.