Page 91 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Why? All I ever wanted was to get you as close as I could.” My throat thickens with tears. “But I want you to have a choice. To not be tied to me because of a child you never wanted.”

Andre says nothing but moves his hands to my waist and lifts me onto the counter.

“I’ve made my choice.” He runs his hands up my thighs. “But I want to make one thing very clear, Lila.”

His fingers trail up the inside of my thighs.

My breath catches as his fingers graze my pussy, brushing my clit so softly that I whimper with pleasure.

“You will never lie to me again. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I understand,” I gasp, my head falling back as he dips one finger inside me.

“I’m very angry with you, Lila,” he growls, adding another finger.

I clench my teeth as he slowly starts pumping his fingers inside me while his thumb works my clit.

“I know,” I whimper.

“How do you think I should punish you…hm? To make sure you don’t make the same mistake again?”

I squirm against the counter as my orgasm builds.

My breath is coming in heavy pants, and the anger in Andre's eyes is only turning me on more.

If this is his way of punishing me for keeping this baby a secret, I’m more than happy to endure it.

He quickens his pace, working my clit so perfectly that my thighs start to shake.

“I’m coming,” I choke, grinding my hips to take his fingers even deeper.

“No, you’re not.” He pulls his fingers free.

I cry out at the loss of his touch, the ache between my thighs painful as my pussy clenches around nothing.

“Andre,” I whimper.

His hands move to lift my shirt over my head, leaving me naked on the counter.

His eyes roam over my body before settling on my stomach. A look of devastation crosses his features as he takes me in.

“I’m so sorry.” I move to cover myself with my hands. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Don’t.” He takes hold of my wrists, pinning them to my sides.

“There’s a sonogram picture if you want to see it.” I want to break this wall that’s gone up between us. “It’s on the fridge.”

Andre’s head snaps to the side, looking toward the picture, and I know the minute he sees it because his eyes widen.

“I know it’s only a blob right now, but it has a strong heartbeat.”

“Lila…” he breathes, turning to face me once more.

I open my mouth to offer more, but his lips crash against mine, devouring me with such need that I cling to him.

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