Page 49 of Surprise Baby for the Mafia Boss

And yet, she’s still the only woman besides Nonna Ginny who has ever been able to give me peace of mind. Being able to open up and speak about work to Emelia is what has kept me sane the past few months.

Could she really pretend to be the person I had seen when we were alone together? Was her plan that well thought out?

I open the bedroom door loudly, to let her know that I’m back in the room. But as I step into the room, I can see she’s fallen asleep already. She left a lamp on for me, so I can clearly make out her face, peaceful, and her toned body in skimpy pajamas that she obviously wore just to try and seduce me.

I walk up to the bed and look down at her. How did I allow myself to fall for her game? To let her in on everything I was planning for the business, show her my tears, even talk about our future plans as if they included each other.

Leaning over, I whisper in her ear, “Bitch. Manipulative, lying bitch.” She doesn’t even stir. I can smell the perfume that I bought for her. It's light and mixed with vanilla shampoo, but she’s been wearing it ever since I surprised her with it.

Despite my tequila fueled hatred for her right now, the combination of that smell and the memories of that flight to Paris, paired with the sight of her soft flesh peeking out of her silk pajamas causes an immediate erection.

The intense lust between us is something I’ve never experience before, and I feel lost as to how to handle it. She drives me mad, every time she looks at me under those long eyelashes, or smiles while twirling her hair between her delicate fingers. Fuck.

I stand up and walk to the balcony, my head spinning from the tequila and the rage inside of me. As I turn to face the bed again, I’m sure I see Emelia’s eyes flutter as if she’s not really asleep.

My cock is pointing right at her, and I know I won’t sleep unless I do something about this. I could go and sort this out in the bathroom, but her ass in the air is too much.

“We could have been a good team, you know,” I say out loud to her. “If you had been honest, come to me and had a proper conversation. There was no need to lie! And then use my dead grandmother to help you formulate a plan to trap me into marrying you? You think I care about you raising a bastard baby? I don’t, Emelia. Fuck you!”

She finally opens those deep green eyes and looks at me. The fake innocence she’s trying to portray just angers me more and I walk up to the bed.

Emelia stays still, making eye contact as I get closer. Her silence does nothing to calm me down, in fact, I get even angrier.

“You think it’s funny to seduce a man and get pregnant? Want to act like any other common whore on the streets?” I stand over her and undo my belt, letting my pants fall to the ground.

She says nothing, but her eyes are big and she’s clutching at her stomach. Standing in nothing but my shirt, I tug her tiny silk shorts off and sneer when I see that she’s not wearing panties underneath.

“Is this what you thought would happen? That I’d come back to the room and help you orgasm like before?” I laugh, and it comes out louder than I expect.

Tonight is not a night where I’ll give her that kind of satisfaction, but my throbbing cock is demanding a satisfaction of its own.

Pulling her legs, I drag her to a horizontal position, across the width of the bed. She stays silent, her expression hard to read. I flip her over so that she’s lying on her stomach and grip her waist, bringing her up into a downward dog position.

I let go and she stays up on all fours, so I drive my cock into her, hard and fast, there's no slow stretching to warm her pussy up tonight. She’s wet enough for me to slide in easily, so clearly she was ready and hoping for a good fuck tonight.

I’ll give it her.

With my hands on her waist I thrust in and out of her. It helps that I don’t have to see her face, and she says silent, so I close my eyes and focus only on the feeling of her tight, dripping wet pussy around my dick.

With a few good rolls of my hips, I can feel the release building and I thrust harder and faster, seeing her body moving with mine.

Not too long ago, this was one of the most satisfying ways to spend my night. Seeing her naked flesh as we explored each other’s lines and curves. Tasting every inch of her body, with her tasting mine.

I feel like I know everything there is to know about her now, what she likes and doesn’t like, and how to drive her crazy with desire before I give in and make her orgasm. But now, she feels like a stranger, a thing to satisfy my urges.

A moment before I cum, I think about pulling out, but the damage is done, she’s already carrying my child, so I keep going until I feel myself empty out inside of her.

Pulling out, I can see my cum spilling out of her, and I hold her for a second longer to enjoy the sight.

As soon as I let go of her waist and she drops down on the bed. I know that was far too quick and rough to give her any pleasure, and that makes me happy in the moment.

She doesn’t deserve pleasure tonight, not for the way she used my dying grandmother to get close to me and make me fall in love her while it was all nothing but a game to her.

Walking away from her, I avoid looking at her face.

I need a shower and sleep. The tequila really is hitting me hard, but at least I now feel less frustrated.

I turn the hot water tap on, stepping into the shower and scalding my skin. It feels fine though, and I scrub myself down, feeling a bit unsteady all of a sudden.

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