Page 49 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

“You’re a bad girl, is what you are.”

Her eyebrows go up, and her eyes sparkle. “You can say that more.”

“Hold that thought until we get home.”

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When we arrive at the mansion, Zoey and Antonio are waiting. We called them from the air.

Antonio has dealt with the details, and Kathy has been informed of Christian’s death. She’s handling the commission, as she promised.

No one is coming for us. The danger is gone. That means I can relax for the first time in as long as I can remember.

It’s new to me. Relaxing. Sitting in an armchair and not thinking I might have to leap out of it and fight at any moment.

It’s just after ten at night. We’ve all eaten together before going to our separate rooms.

Keira’s taking a bath, and she’ll be out any moment.

I have to pinch myself to be sure none of this is a dream.

We got out of there alive. Not only alive but with Keira still in one piece. My wife is safe. Christian is dead. The threat to us is gone forever.

The door to the bathroom opens, and she walks in, wearing a silk nightgown that takes my breath away.

It clings perfectly to every curve, accentuating the shape of her body without revealing anything.

My cock springs to life in an instant. “Taking a risk wearing that,” I growl.

“What, this old thing?”

She spins around, giving me a twirl and flashing her bare ass momentarily. “I just wanted to be comfortable and ready for bed.”

“It isn’t time for bed yet.”

She pouts slightly. “But I’m tired.”

“You put yourself in danger. The punishment must fit the crime. You’re a very bad girl, Keira. You’ve been very naughty recently. That is unacceptable.”

She sinks to her knees, blinking up at me. “I’m sorry, Sir. How can I make it up to you?”

“First of all, you can crawl over to the bed and bend over it. I need to redden your ass.”

She sashays on all fours, her ass peeking out from under her gown.

I follow her to the bed as she assumes the position, pushing her hips back toward me.

I raise my hand into the air. “You bad, bad, girl,” I say, smacking down with my hand onto her buttocks a moment later.

She gasps in response to the sting, looking back at me with her mouth wide open. “Ow,” she says. “That hurt.”

“It was supposed to. Keep still, you naughty girl.”

She grins, wriggling her butt at me, pressing against my cock. “Is Sir getting hard?” she asks. “How rude.”

I shove her back into place, spanking her a second time. “You will not put yourself in danger again.”

I slap my hand down over and over, peppering her ass with blows, watching as her pussy becomes glistening wet with each motion of her thighs.

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