Page 94 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“I’ll happily fuck that mouth of yours once I’m done with your pussy. Do you want that, Lila?”

“Yes,” I moan, gripping Andre’s hips as he pumps himself inside me.

“I want to have my come dripping down your thighs, your chin, your tits. You’re mine, do you understand?”

“Yes. God, yes,” I moan again.

“Good girl.” Andre slams his cock inside me.

I cry out, clinging to him as he quickens his pace, taking me harder.

Our heavy pants fill the air as we get closer to the edge, our lips crashing together to muffle our moans.

“Come with me,” I gasp against Andre’s lips.

He moves to grip my hips, tilting me at an angle that sends him even deeper inside me.

I’m overcome with pleasure as he pounds into me, his cock grazing my inner walls, and I know he’s close from the way his movements have become sloppier.

“Look at me, Andre,” I whisper, taking his face in my hands.

“Lila,” he breathes, his dark eyes meeting mine.

I cry out as my pussy clenches around his cock, causing Andre to shudder as he’s hit with his own release.

I watch in awe as he spills inside me. I want to take this as confirmation that he’s willing to stick by me through this.

After we’ve cleaned up, I lie wrapped in Andre’s arms, the warmth of his body enveloping me as I let my eyes close.

“I apologize if I frightened you earlier.” Andre runs his hands over my hair. “I can be jealous and obsessive, especially when it comes to you. The thought of any man trying to get near you while you’re carrying my child… It made me see red, Lila.”

“No, you? Seeing red?” I tease, rolling over so I can look at him.

He rolls his eyes, his arms wrapping tighter around my waist.

“I’ve been hurt before.” His eyes cloud over. “I’m not sure I’m willing to put myself in the position where I can be hurt again.”

“We’ve all been hurt. Life sucks sometimes.” I kiss his chest. “But not trusting, not fully opening yourself up, means you’re missing out on the best parts of living. I mean, I never met my mom because she died giving birth to me, and my dad was an alcoholic who abandoned me when I was twelve. I tend to go for guys who end up hurting me, I think because of that. But if I didn’t believe there was more to life just out of fear of getting hurt, then what’s the point?”

Andre traces circles on my skin as he looks at me.

“I wish I could promise that I won’t hurt you, Lila.” A frown forms between his eyebrows. “But my life is…complicated and dangerous. But I will promise that I will do everything in my power to protect you and this baby.”

I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face as his words.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his chest, feeling safe as I fall asleep in his arms.

The last thought that crosses my mind is whether they were nothing but empty words.

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ANDRE

I hold Lila until she falls asleep, drinking in the soft sounds of her breathing, the warmth of her body tucked against mine.

She’s pregnant.

I let my hand stroke soft circles on her stomach, trying to calm my racing heart as I think of the child growing inside her.

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