Page 19 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

And Popeyes!

With a smile, I text her back.

Of course.

“It’s your lucky day,” I say as I sheathe my gun.

The relieved look on Charlie’s face annoys the shit out of me, so I slam my fist into his jaw one last time. “You ever come near Bianca, her sister, or her mother again and I’ll fucking kill you. Are we clear?”

I wait until he nods frantically, then I give a final nod to my guard. I leave Guiseppe to deposit this piece of shit back on his doorstep. I’m sure the people he’s in debt to will find him and finish the job, anyway.

Getting in my car, I head back home to my girl.

Twenty minutes later, I’m home with four bags of various food in hand, including her watermelon and Popeye’s chicken. I also grabbed mac and cheese, fries, red velvet cake, and potato wedges.

I’ve also learned the hard way that at five months pregnant, her cravings change faster than I can drive sometimes.

I walk through the front door, my arms laden with the feast I've brought home for my love. The delicious smells of fried chicken, watermelon, and velvety cake waft through the air. I set the bags down on the kitchen counter and glance around, expecting to see Bianca's smiling face greet me.

Instead, I'm met with an empty kitchen. Puzzled, I walk through the house searching for her. "Bianca?" I call out, my voice echoing down the long hallway. No response.

"Little Lamb?" I call out again. "I'm home."

Where could she be?

As I near our bedroom door, I hear the faint sound of music playing. I pause, listening closely. It's the sensual rhythm of one of Bianca's favorite songs. A smile tugs at my lips as I realize she must be waiting for me in there.

I slowly push open the door and stop dead in my tracks at the sight before me. Candles flicker softly around the room, casting a warm glow over Bianca's bare golden skin.

She stands by the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a tiny black lace negligee that hugs every one of her gorgeous curves, her growing belly on full display.

Her long blonde hair cascades over her shoulders in loose curls. As she sees me, a seductive smile spreads across her face.

"Welcome home, Daddy," she purrs, beckoning me toward her with a crook of her finger. She gives me a sultry look, biting her plump lower lip, as she waits for me to react.

Desire flares up in me like an uncontrollable wildfire. I cross the room in three eager strides and sweep her into my arms. She melts against me, giggling, but I quickly cover her face in kisses before capturing her lips with mine. Her matching kiss is sweet and hungry all at once.

"I missed you, Daddy," she murmurs against my mouth.

"Not as much as I missed you, Little Lamb," I growl playfully, running my hands over the silky material covering her luscious curves. “But you know Daddy needs to go to work sometimes and it’s your job to be a good little girl for me, right?”

She nods. “I was a very good girl today,” she teases me with a smile playing at her lips.

“I thought you were hungry?” I ask, suddenly concerned. My fingers drift to the swell beneath her belly where our child grows.

“I was. But my craving changed,” she says with a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Oh, did it now?” I tease, my cock thickening at her meaning.

"Mmm-hmm," she purrs, unzipping my pants. "I've got a craving only you can satisfy, Daddy."

Her teal-colored eyes lock with mine as she frees my hardening cock. I groan in response, and she smiles victoriously.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Mrs. Romero,” I say through gritted teeth.

“I sure am. But right now, lay down,” she says with a playful order, "My mouth has been watering for you all day."

I can only laugh in surrender as I lay back on the bed. She crawls over me, her body straddling mine. As her hands caress my chest, she rolls her hips, pushing her sweet, wet heat against my growing cock. Her soft breasts brush against my chest as she leans in closer to tease my nipples with her tongue and teeth; I groan at the exquisite sensations.

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