His: Tony: The Sabatini Family by Fiona Murphy (sneezy the snowman read aloud TXT) 📕

hand on my ass stings. He’s holding back. Thank god, it’s not as painful as the time in the closet. But it is painful, and it hurts so good. Another slap and my pussy is so wet, I’m ashamed. Three more slaps to each cheek has me gasping for Tony to stop.

He pulls me by my hair to look at him, making me arch my back. “Why do you say stop, my dear sweet Christy, when your pussy is weeping with every smack?” Shaking his head, he clicks his tongue against his teeth. “I have landed myself a woman who lies. Not just to others but to herself. We’ll have to break that, fast. You don’t lie to me. Not ever.”

His hand comes down hard on my throbbing pussy and I scream from the pain that twists into a pleasure so intense it shocks me. “There is not a damn thing wrong with pain making you wet. I get it might be scary, the idea of pain turning you on. After what you went through with your mother.” Two more smacks to each cheek of my ass. “There is no shame in the things that make you feel good.”

I squirm at how he reads me, better than myself. Another painful smack to my pussy. And I hate the way I want to beg him to do it again. But I don’t have to beg him. He does it again and again and oh god. I need him deep inside me. I beg for him to fuck me.

Tony moves onto his back and lifts me up on top of him, bringing me down hard onto his cock. Even though I’m on top, he controls me, moving down on him, deeper inside me than he’s ever been. I come twice before he finally does, with my breast in his mouth as his teeth torture my nipple.

Collapsing on him, I fight for air. It takes a long time to even out my breathing. As I do, I give into the need to run my fingers over his chest. He’s so beautiful. How could he be okay being stuck with me forever when he has had, could have, someone better than me in a dozen ways?

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop.” The words rumble out of him from below my ear. “I told you already to stop thinking. You’re shitty at it. You don’t get to do it anymore. From now on, you’re going to take every day as it comes and let me handle the rest.”

I push up to look down at him. “You are such an asshole. How the hell can you say that as if it’s something a person can do? I’m just supposed to forget the four years of hell I went through like it was nothing? I’m not you. I wish I was as strong as you are, but I’m not.” There is no thought as I run a hand over his chest, the hair over his chest is soft. I can’t imagine how long it took for him to become this strong.

“You can and you will. I told you, you’re not going anywhere. I’m taking care of you from now on. We try for a baby for the next six months like normal. Then if it doesn’t happen, we’ll move onto other things. I don’t think we’ll need it, though. Both times I got my wife pregnant after a single weekend.”

My eyes go wide. I could believe after everything he’s said about the relationship he had with his wife, he would know when his children were conceived. “You were a kid when you had your kids, though. Things could be different now. A woman’s fertility changes drastically from one year to the next.”

He does that exhale laugh thing. “Not for a man. And considering how much I want to be inside you every minute of every fucking day. It won’t be something limited to a weekend.”

I blush as I feel him grow harder inside me. Tony really does want me. It blows my mind. Leaning down I trace the tattoo of the motto with my tongue and love the way he groans. The question won’t leave me though. “You didn’t like your wife, did you? Why were you limited to a weekend?”

Closing his eyes, he sighs. When he opens them, I want to take the question back. “Theresa set me up. Her parents were going to marry her off to a capo twenty years her senior, who she was afraid of. I had no idea who she was. She’d spent the last decade at a boarding school in Sicily. She was six years older than I was. I was a dumbass sixteen-year-old with a hard cock who never wore a condom. She knew that and made use of me.”

Holy shit, why couldn’t I have kept my mouth shut?

“As a Sabatini, there was no way I wasn’t going to marry a woman I made pregnant. We were one of the few families who had enough clout to make things good for her parents after they had to break the engagement. Theresa was all about appearances. The appearance of a happy family is two kids and a dog.”

The tension in him has me running my hand over his cheek, wanting to soothe his tight jaw.

“She moved into another bedroom when she was pregnant with Anthony with the explanation, she was doing it for me. Once she got the all clear from having Anthony, she gave it a few weeks then spent the weekend in my room. Then she returned to her room with the excuse she slept better and she was taking care of Anthony.” His eyes darken with the memory.

I wonder how she told him but don’t dare ask the question. It’s clear he doesn’t like speaking about this.

“A month later she tells me that she’s pregnant. The excuses started of avoiding me and staying in her room. She waited until she brought Dominic home to tell me that she was