Page 50 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

“Tell me you will behave,” I growl, spreading her buttocks apart, rubbing my finger over the tiny little hole I find there.

“I’ll behave, Sir. I promise.”

“I don’t think I believe you. I think you need more of a lesson.”

I reach underneath the bed, pulling out the box I put there while she was in the bath.

“What’s in that?” she asks, looking over her shoulder again.

“Something to make you think.”

I open the lid and bring out a bottle of lube. I pour a portion onto her ass, rubbing it between her burning hot cheeks.

She gasps when I slip a little into the tight little hole hidden there.

She gasps even louder when she sees the plug I lift from the box. It’s steel with a sparkling red jewel in the base.

I slide lube over the entire thing before nudging it between her cheeks.

“I warned you about this,” I say, pressing harder. “Take a breath and let it out slowly.”

She breathes in. As she exhales, I push again, and the tip of the plug slides into her ass. “Again,” I say.

With the next exhalation, I nudge it deeper until it’s buried in her. Then I step back, admiring the view. “Good girl,” I say. “You take that well. Show me.”

She looks back at me, her hands on her buttocks, pulling them wide, showing me the jewel at the base of the plug.

“Good girl,” I say again. “Now on your knees.”

She obeys at once, opening her mouth before I’m even undressed. I slip off my clothes while staring at her, feeling a love like nothing I’ve ever known in my life.

It’s an emotion I never thought I was capable of feeling. All because of her.

Once I’m naked, I stroke my cock in front of her face, sliding it into her mouth after a minute.

I take hold of her head, loving the feel of her tongue flicking over my tip as I pull back and then thrust in again.

“Show me you’ve learned your lesson,” I say. “Show me how good you are at sucking my cock.”

She grabs the shaft with both hands, staring into my eyes as she licks the shaft, moving her head along the length, teasing and pleasuring me in equal measure.

“I need you,” she says as she lets go of the root. “I need you in me.”

“Not yet,” I reply, grabbing her and lifting her onto the bed. “First, I need to taste you.”

20

Keira

It’s the most intense experience of my life. Somehow, coming so close to tragedy, it is made all the stronger.

I feel alive. Truly alive.

Like I was asleep before but now I’ve woken up.

I understand at last why Zoey ended up staying with Antonio. There is something about this family, about these men. Being with a mafia man is like a drug. A life-affirming drug.

That’s what I think as he lays me down on the bed, my legs spread far apart.

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