Page 21 of Mafia Baby

“Hi,” I say, walking up to him. He looks like he’s alone, which makes me strangely happy.

“Gianna.” He says my name as if I am the last person he expected to see here.

He looks at me for a second, and then his eyes look over my head to stare at a crowd of people behind me.

“Do you know the host?” I ask, trying to get his attention back to me.

“What?” He looks at me with some annoyance.

“Of the party? I assume that’s why you’re here.”

“You know the family?” He looks shocked, which I find funny because surely, he knows how wealthy families operate in this city. All of us know one another.

“Not exactly. We do business with them.”

“Okay. I’m just here on business, too.” He looks confused by my answer. I think back to the articles that I found on “Reaper”.

I look at Dom, imagining how he could possibly be that person. I decide not to keep questioning him for now.

“Right. Anyway, good to see you.” I brush past him, and he grabs my arm, hiding his grip between us.

“I’m sorry. I’m just distracted. It’s good to see you. You look ravishing in that dress.” I see his eyes narrow on me, and I’m giddy at the thought of him craving me again.

I want to tell him that I’m pregnant. I want to blurt out that I need help finding a job and figuring out how to stand on my own two feet, but I don’t. I can’t tell him such earth-shattering news here, at some stupid fundraising event.

“Thank you. You look quite ravishing yourself.” I can’t control my tone, and it immediately switches to flirty mode. “Do you want to dance?” I ask him.

“No. But if you want to meet me in the bathroom, we can choreograph our own dance.” His eyes are scanning the room. I’m not sure if he’s looking for my brother or the host of the party, but I don’t care.

“See you there.” I wink at him, walking around the hallway to reach the furthest bathroom.

I enter and wait, checking my face and making sure the windows are closed. Dom walks in and locks the door behind him, immediately grabbing me and lifting me onto the counter.

We don’t strip this time. Instead, he lifts my dress up and slides my underwear to the side, slipping his cock out of his pants.

With our lips locked, he enters me, and I gasp as I feel him filling me completely.

He’s so different today than he was at the club. He seems more desperate, eager to be inside me, less controlled, and more passionate.

I wrap my legs around him and let him pump his cock in, and out, and in again, keeping my groans as soft as I can.

His hands explore under my dress, clutching onto my skin where he can. I bite his lower lip and suck it as he keeps pushing deeper into me.

After a few minutes, he breaks free from our kiss and takes a breath. Dom lowers me to the ground and turns me around, bending me over the counter.

He spreads my legs wide; I can feel my tight pucker is exposed. Vulnerable.

I can see both of us in the mirror now.

I watch as his face floods with pleasure, a mischievous look in his blue eyes.

He slaps his hard dick against my ass cheeks, hitting both sides, then finally he’s slapping my asshole with his cock. An electric shock pulses through me like I’ve never felt before.

At the same time, Dom licks his hand, using the moisture to get my tight little hole ready for something new.

“Wait, you’ve got to go slow, Reaper,” I beg, barely able to speak, as he pushes the very tip of his dick into my unwilling hole.

“You’ve got to relax for me. Let me in,” he growls as he slowly enters me, opening me where I’ve never been opened before.

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