Page 5 of Blood Red Rose

"This is it, baby girl. It's going to hurt. But if you trust me, I promise to make it worth it." I play with both her breasts as I talk. Once she nods her head, I press my cock in with a few shallow thrusts to help her relax.

Then I play with her breast with one hand and her clit with the other. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, and that's when I thrust forward, claiming her virginity and making her mine. As much as it kills me, I pause because I don't want her in any more pain than is necessary.

Holding her captive, I slide both my hands up holding her arms above her head and start slowly thrusting.

"This is the tightest pussy I've ever been inside," I whisper in her ear, and she clenches around me.

I smile, loving that she gets off on dirty talk. It's something only I know about her, and that turns me on so fucking much.

"How does it feel to take your first cock?" I ask her, nibbling on her ear.

"So good..." She moans, throwing her head back and digging her heels into my ass like she wants me deeper still.

"Fuck! You are trying to suck my cum from me. You were made for men like me to cum in you. Weren't you, baby girl?" I thrust into her faster and faster, watching her breasts bounce under me.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she chants with each of my movements.

"That's right, now cum for me. Cum on your first cock." I strum her clit, and her eyes lock on mine. Then her body tenses, and she screams my name, clamping down on my cock with a stranglehold.

"Fuck!" I growl. Then, the most intense orgasm I can ever remember overtakes me. My arms are unable to support me anymore, and I collapse on top of her.

Then I realize I never put the condom on. A mistake that I've never once made in my life.

Chapter 4

Aria

Just over a month later…

I'm leaving my doctor's office in complete and utter shock. Thankfully, there's a bodyguard with me who leads me out to the car and drives me back home because I don't think I would have made it out of the building on my own.

I thought I had the flu, or maybe it was stress or being overwhelmed by a wedding that I absolutely did not want. So I went to the doctor, thinking maybe there was some medicine I could take or, at the very least, maybe something for the stress and the anxiety. After he runs a few tests, lo-and-behold, it's not stress or anxiety or the flu.

I am pregnant.

Yes, I'm pregnant with Matteo's baby.

I've had sex one time, on one night, and now I'm pregnant.

The doctor gave me some prenatal vitamins and a stack of paperwork, including an OB/GYN recommendation. Fortunately, it was all written down because I did not hear a single word after he said ‘you're pregnant.’ Doctors work a bit differently with the mafia, and I know that normally, my parents would know how my doctor's appointment went before I even got home. But he said that he would give me a day to tell my parents and would only be able to hold them off until tomorrow.

That means I don't have a lot of time to process before I have to tell my parents and face the music. My parents love me beyond words and only want what's best for me, but I know even they have their limits and I think this is going to test them.

Asking my bodyguard to take a long way home, I wanted a few minutes to think. By the time we get there, I've collected myself enough and have somewhat of a game plan.

When I get there, my fiancé and his father are talking to my dad. From the moment I walk in the door, I can hear them yelling. It fills the house, which means they're yelling not in my dad's office but in the entryway, where pretty much anyone inside will hear them.

No one really uses the front door of the house. We all come in the side entrance because that's where the cars are parked. But I'm shocked that no one is there. Following the noise, I stay out of sight to listen to what was happening.

Apparently, Eric has this vendetta with another family, and he's getting pissed that my father will not back him and that he's staying out of it. From the sound of it, my father is trying to rein him in. Even though, on the outside, he looks calm and cool. I can tell he is beyond pissed. In short, if Eric wasn't my fiancé, his blood would be spilling on our tile floors right now.

I don't have a lot of time to put off this talk, so I step into the room with my father's eyes locked with mine. This makes Eric and his father turn to look at me as well. That seems to be enough to end the argument as Eric stomps off, walking past me and shoving me out of the way against the wall. Proving he wants nothing to do with me and is only in the marriage for what my father can do for him.

"I don't care what contract we have. If I ever see or hear of you putting your hands on my daughter like that again, I will end your entire family. Have I made myself clear?" My father bellows so loud they could probably hear him in the next state.

Eric stops, turns, and glares at my father before he and his father leave. I've had my moments where I've upset my father, but the pure rage I saw in his eyes just then is something I don't think I've seen in my entire life. Nor do I have any interest in ever seeing it again. In that split second, I make the wise decision to talk to my mom first.

With how loud that argument is, I know Mom is not too far away.

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