Page 13 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

I lean down and kiss her as her climax fades slowly away.

“Marked as mine,” I whisper. “You belong to me now.”

5

Keira

When I wake up in the morning, Salvatore is back in the chair by the window, keeping watch like nothing happened last night.

I’ve no idea if he ever went to sleep. All I remember is lying in his arms, drifting off, feeling like I did during Zoey’s wedding.

Perfectly safe.

Protected.

Desired.

Something I never expected to feel in my lifetime.

I sit up in bed, suddenly aware of my nakedness as he glances my way.

“Good morning,” he says as I reach out for my clothes.

I grab them and get dressed under the covers. God, I hope I can get some clean things today.

“Nothing out there?” I ask as I get to my feet, tying my hair into a bun to keep it out of my face.

“Not a thing.”

“Did you get any sleep?”

“Too much.”

What kind of an answer is that?

I look at him as he stares back at me, his eyes burning with either anger or desire. It’s hard to tell the difference with him.

“I need to borrow your phone,” I say, heading for the bathroom.

“Burner is on the nightstand, fully charged.”

I glance over where he’s pointing. There’s a cell phone sitting there.

“When did you get that?” I ask.

“Gregory has a stash of them ready for use. Whoever you need to call, make it quick. We’re moving in ten minutes.”

In the bathroom, I lift my top and see Salvatore’s cum dried onto my skin. I run my hands over it, wanting to feel disgusted, but instead, I feel how he wanted me to feel.

Marked by him. Owned. I can’t help but feel a thrill at the thought, and the sensation is a strange one.

I wipe it myself down with a facecloth. If I remove his mark, I’ll be myself again. Back to who I was.

Last night was a mistake. I won’t let it happen again. I can’t let it happen again. I can’t imagine a relationship with a man so cold and violent.

A criminal.

A murderer.

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