Page 66 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Fuck, I shouldn’t have caved so easily. Because now I know that we can have this, and it’ll only make it harder to resist.

She’s too pure, too good for someone like me.

I can’t give her what she deserves. Not when my heart will never fully heal after Valentina.

“Forget the report and head home.” I turn my back on Lila to grab my shirt.

She says nothing as she moves to pick up her clothes and get dressed.

I can’t look at her face, not wanting to see the hurt in her eyes after I fucked her and then tossed her aside like she’s nothing to me.

Lila leaves without a word, and the sound of the door closing behind her has me flinching harder than if she slammed it.

She should be mad at me. But maybe I broke her.

The taste of her is still on my tongue, my fingertips tingling with the phantom feel of her skin.

Something in me snaps, and I crash my fist into the wall, tearing a hole in the drywall. My blood seems to boil.

I know I can’t have Lila, not when I made a promise to love Valentina until my last breath. I cannot betray her like that, and yet… Lila Morano has sunk her claws so deep into me that I can’t leave her alone.

I bought the fucking company she works for just to stay close to her.

Of course, I needed to ensure her silence, but if anything, the thought of seeing her every day was the main motivator.

I shouldn’t be this obsessed, and yet, she’s all I think about. All I dream about.

“What have you done to me, Lila?”

I only hope that she has the good sense to stay as far away from me as possible, before one of us ends up truly getting hurt.

20

LILA

I’m deliciously sore between my legs as I walk into the office on Monday morning. The fact that I can still feel the evidence of having Andre inside me three days later has me clenching my thighs together as I take a seat at my new desk.

I glance across the hall.

Andre is sitting behind his desk, muttering into the phone.

My cheeks heat as I remember how he bent me over that desk and fucked me like his life depended on it. How beautifully he ate me up. How much I wanted to fall to my knees and taste him.

When he mentioned adding that clause to my contract, my mouth actually watered.

How screwed up am I that I would willingly do it just to be able to enjoy that look on his face when I give him the ultimate pleasure?

This is so wrong. All of it. For so many reasons.

And I know we shouldn’t have done it. The way he made me leave so abruptly afterwards proves that.

It hurt like hell to see him act so cold so quickly after fucking me, but I’m glad one of us still has the ability to keep their distance. There are already enough complications between us, what with him now being my boss and the fact that I’m pregnant with his child.

That knowledge has my heart thumping in my chest.

There’s only so long I can hide this pregnancy before I start to show. And then what am I supposed to do? If I lie and say it was someone else’s, Andre might be pissed as hell, especially if what happened Friday happens again. But if I tell him he’s the father…

I bury my head in my hands and let out a groan.

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