Childish.
Immature.
All of her life, Mia had grown up knowing she wasn’t good enough. Even though she was arranged to marry Giovanni Fabbri, all she was ever told was how she didn’t match up. Her marriage did start out great—until she overheard the truth from her husband’s lips.
To many, that insult wouldn’t matter. To Mia, it broke her heart because it was what she had been told her whole life. She was just not good enough.
Giovanni doesn't find his wife childish. What he doesn’t like is sharing her. He’s a selfish bastard, and he's obsessed with Mia. But now he’s brought a wedge between them, and he doesn’t know how to repair it.
Mia still loves her husband. How can she prove she’s not a child? When trouble comes calling to the mafia, Giovanni needs answers, and Mia is more than happy to help. When everything keeps going wrong, what will happen when Giovanni finds out she’s pregnant? And who is behind the kidnappings?
Excerpt:
The drug had worn off and Mia looked at Giovanni, knowing he was pissed. She didn’t take them to get high, or anything else. Staring at him right now, she couldn’t help but deny that he was sexy. She felt a warmth between her thighs.
“Hey,” she said, sitting up.
Her body didn’t feel tired. It felt … aroused. At least, she felt like it did.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he asked.
Mia didn’t want to argue with him. He’d been so sweet, carrying her from the chair to the couch, and then sitting over her. She had no idea in knowing how long she was out.
Mia remembered the night—Giovanni just leaving her at the nightclub to have his business meeting. He had done it several times before, but for some reason, it angered her tonight. She hated him for just walking away. Mia had followed him, but as she got close, her guards had stopped.
Mia had seen him talking to that beautiful woman. She didn’t know who that woman was, just that she looked stunning, mature, and confident. The dress suit molded to every curve, and the woman’s hair was pulled back into a bun. Giovanni seemed completely absorbed in what the woman was saying.
Mia hated the feelings that swept over her at the sight of the woman—anger, jealousy, fear. Giovanni would not see her that way, because he saw her as a child. Mia knew she should be angry right now.
She wanted to be angry. He had been talking to another woman and might even be having an affair with that woman, but she didn’t feel that anger at the moment. Instead, she reached out and felt the fullness of his shoulders. Giovanni was a muscular man, hard and firm in all the right places.
“Mia?”
“When did you get so … thick?” she asked.
Mia dropped to her knees, ran her hands up Giovanni’s chest, and slid the jacket off his shoulders.
“Mia?”
“Sh, let’s not fight. Not tonight. We have a duty, remember?”
Mia got to her feet and pulled Giovanni to his feet. The only problem was, the door looked so far away, as did the bedroom. There was no way she would last all that time, so she pushed Giovanni toward the couch and made him sit down. Without another word, she straddled his waist and cupped his face. She stared into his eyes and kissed him.
It had been so long since she had felt his lips against hers, and she didn’t want to wait another second. Sliding her tongue across his bottom lip, she let out a moan, then a whimper because she ground her pelvis against his dick.
“I want you,” Mia said.
Grabbing the lapels of his shirt, she felt like a woman possessed. She tore the shirt open and didn’t give a damn where the buttons landed. All she cared about was touching Giovanni. She wanted her hands all over him. She wanted to feel him against her.
Tugging at his belt and then his pants, she had his button open and his zipper pulled down. A whimper escaped her as she eased out his long, thick cock.
She had loved having sex with Giovanni. Mia had loved the closeness they had. In the last few months, they still had sex, because she had a duty to follow.
She had no choice in being a mother to Giovanni’s children. Also, she had never mentioned that she also loved to have sex with him. Even if at times it was in the bedroom, facing each other. Sometimes it felt very mechanical, but she did love sex, something she had never told anyone, not even her friends.
Mia climbed off Giovanni’s lap and without waiting for him to touch her, she grabbed the hem of her dress, as it had no fastenings, and simply pulled it right off her head, leaving her in a pair of panties and matching bra.
Mia straddled his lap again, and Giovanni put his hands on her body, and it felt so good. She moaned his name.
