Page 34 of Deadly Don's Baby Contract

"I suppose it's not like I can get pregnant again," I murmur, biting his bottom lip.

"Not that anything's stopped us before." He looks up at me with those sultry, dark eyes. "Bend over the bath."

I get up and bend over the edge of the bath. I feel him spill warm oil onto me and possibly onto himself. I hear him massage it into his cock, the wet sound of skin being tugged back and forth before lubricated fingers part me, and he pushes back into me.

I breathe heavily, rocking back and forth.

"Not too fast," he murmurs.

"No, I want it hard and fast now." I groan, a hand going to my breast and playing with my nipple. "I don't... It feels so good."

It must be the pregnancy hormones, but once he starts moving faster, I give out little yelps every time he thrusts into me. My yelps become loud groans, and then I start crying out his name as my pussy clenches around his cock.

"I'm coming," I cry out. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

My body shakes as he thrusts deep inside me with a grunt of my name.

We collapse into the warm, soapy water, and I rest back against him. "We should move out," I say quietly."

Marco will be fine. This is our family home." He strokes my sides softly.

"I'm exhausted."

"I know, so am I. It's just one thing after another." He kisses my head. "We'll get it sorted, don't worry. No one fucking touches you while I'm around."

"It's you I'm worried about." I turn my head to look at him. "All the fights with your brother and the attacks."

"We'll be fine," he says softly. "Come, let's get dried off and go to bed."

"So bath is just a euphemism for sex?" I tease, standing up and climbing out of the bath. I wrap a towel around me and wait for him.

"Maybe," he chuckles. I do love that chuckle.

We get dried off and dressed, and I slip into bed. He gets in the other side and wraps himself around me, making me the little spoon.

I sigh and close my eyes, my hand over his.

There's a frantic knocking at the door, and we both sit upright quickly.

Franco hurries to put on some boxers and cracks open the door as I get up and put on a robe.

"Mama, could this not have waited until breakfast?" he asks as she pushes the door open and looks at me.

"I don't care that you two are together, but Marco and Giulia are missing," Sofia looks around frantically. "I don't know what to do. I can't reach Marco, and Giulia was seen being carried into a white van."

Franco races to his closet. "I'll get the best men we have on it, Mama, don't worry."

I go to her and take her hands. "Go down and have Claira make you some sweet tea. I'll be down shortly to help."

Sofia nods and wipes tears from her eyes as she leaves. I hurry and get dressed.

"You're staying here," Franco says. "I can't put you in danger."

"You don't have to," I say. "I'll run the base of operations from here. I'll stay here in case she's returned here. I'll be safe, don't worry."

"He leans over and kisses me. "Keep Mama calm." He grabs his phone and walks out. I finish dressing and head downstairs, walking to the dining room where Sofia is sitting at the table sipping tea. "Franco will find her," I say confidently. "He won't let us down."

"What if they hurt her?" Sofia asks. "She's just a young girl."

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