Page 19 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

“So—then a grand tour is off the cards,” I murmur, letting my mouth do the talking, merging mine with his as his merciless tongue enters, tap dancing in tune with mine. A rapid brush fire courses through my system as his hands trail down the length of my body, cupping a handful of my ass. He proceeds to own my mouth as my hands involuntarily rise to link around the back of his neck. His well-tapered beard brushes against my skin, tickling it, but I don’t mind, and I can’t stop even if I want to. His deliciousness is too much to counter. I don’t know how long it takes before we both come up for air, but it’s long enough to convince me that the bedroom is the only place we need to go to.

“If you only knew the dirty thoughts running through my mind right now, especially when you lick those sexy lips ofyours.” He chuckles, his rich cashmere scent bringing me close to drooling point.

“Why don’t you show me more about these dirty thoughts you’re having?” I request, toying with the curl of hair at the base of his neck. He holds my gaze, running a finger down the side of my face.

“I’d love to show you,” Ruslan drawls with a severe edge. “Lead the way, Red October.”

Taking his hand loosely, I walk past my open-plan kitchen, hoping he won’t pay attention to the balled-up tissues in the trash where I’ve been crying for the last day or so.

If and when he finds out I’m carrying his child, he’ll never let me go. Sleep with him this one last time and then it’s over. It shouldn’t be too hard.

It’s almost as if my feet and body are doing the walking, but my brain is elsewhere. If I start overthinking about the fact that I’m going to bed with the same man who killed my father, I’d be sickened. There’s so many reasons not to follow through, yet in my head I believe it’s smarter to play this treacherous game with him.

There’s no use resisting. He’d just track me down again.

We reach my bedroom, and I unfurl my fingers from his, dipping to flick on the lamplight, but Ruslan quickly shows me he has other plans. I gasp in shock as he holds me firmly in place from behind, his hard cock sticking into my back.God. I’m dying to feel him inside me again. I remember what it felt like the first time, and I want more of it. He grinds himself against my back as one possessive hand splays over my stomach, the other lightly around my throat. I should be fearing for my life, but Ruslan ishaving the opposite effect. Currently all my fears of being with him are starting to fade.

A flood of fervent desire rushes through me as a slick, wet patch pools, thick and fast, between my legs. Ruslan’s mouth dots a trail of kisses down the back of my neck. I sigh blissfully as he reaches under my dress, pulling my panties to the side, barely grazing my pussy with his open palm. I wriggle, slightly moaning at his touch.

“Ruslan.” I let his name escape from my mouth as he chuckles like a cat who just received the cream.

“See, it’s a good thing I found you, isn’t it? Now you can receive your reward, Red October.” I’m complicit, but I don’t want to give him everything so quickly. I clamp my thighs together, trapping Ruslan’s hand between the apex of my shaky thighs.

“Not so fast,” I tell him, controlling the pace and myself by biting down on my bottom lip.

“Ah,” he says, his grip tightening around my throat as he manages to slide his hand out. “Is this the game we’re playing?” His brusque tone drops an octave, while my pussy throbs in anticipation. He quickly lets me know who’s in charge, folding me over the bed with my ass in the air. Once again, his swift power is shockingly thrilling to me as I feel the cool breeze of air from behind, I realize he’s already whipped my underwear off, and now my panties are down around my ankles.

“Yes, but you like it…,” I squeeze out, Ruslan drawing out a confidence I didn’t know I possessed. I’m doing my best to keep control of my tumultuous emotions, and I know it’s a sacrilege to offer this man my body, but at this point, I’m happy to do it willingly. For a brief second, my father’s face flashes in front of my eyes, panic rising.Keep the box safe, Fiona.Its contents arestowed away in a drawer for now inside a shoebox, until I figure out what to do with it, and if Ruslan had the inclination and know-how, he would be able to take it from me, and my father’s dying wish would fail to be fulfilled. Even if I don’t know what the photograph means, he’s inches from it. Gulping down the secret guilt, I take a deep breath, hearing Ruslan strip himself of his belt and then the soft landing of his pants as they hit the bedroom floor.

Bracing myself, I grip the sheets, my breathing wild and ragged. What’s he doing back there? “Are you ready for me?” he growls trailing hot kisses down my back. “On all fours for me, Fiona.” Crawling up onto my bed, I breathe deeply, my dress up around my waist, my ass bare. Ruslan holds my hips, and I’m pleasantly surprised when I feel his tongue dipping in between my legs. I let my fingers sink deep into my bed sheets as his tongue maneuvers through my slickened folds. I feel his hand reach forward to the underside of my body as his mouth continues its adventure, dipping and swerving in and out of my pussy.

This feels too good, and I’m losing what’s already left of my mind. It has me traveling to places I didn’t think I would go.

You can do this, Fiona. Do it for the Marino bloodline. You’re already pregnant with the man’s child. What’s left now?

As Ruslan’s mouth darts in and out of my core, a high pressure build-up inside is too much to hold, and I explode around the mercilessness of his tongue, my body spasming into orgasm.

“Ruslan! Oh my God!”

“What a game we’re playing,” he says, out of breath himself, and I can barely steal enough oxygen to gather myself, my body still processing the aftershock waves of orgasm. I turnover as Ruslan hovers over me, his chest bare. I don’t even remember how and when all his clothes came off, but they’re gone now.

I let my fingers do the work across his sculpted, hard chest, his tattooed ink detailing the life he’s lived. I run a finger over a raised circular scar resembling a bullet hole near his nipple.

“Wow.”

“A little battle scar,” Ruslan explains in a deep, husky voice. “My God you are fucking beautiful, Fiona. You’re all a man could ever want or need.” I revel in the rawness of Ruslan, his violent power—palpable.I expect rough handling and aggression, but Ruslan’s gentle caresses in the in-between stages have me floating atop ocean waves. Flipped over with, my long hair spread around me, Ruslan takes me out of my dress, and the rest of my underwear, bending to flick his tongue over my erect nipples, drawing them out even more.

Nobody has to know, and this is the last time.

When he finishes, his generous mouth plants firelight kisses down my hip bone, his tongue grazing every so often with his beard. Closing my eyes, I allow myself to let go.

My pussy is burning up like a furnace, and I can no longer fight all these feelings for Ruslan. His touch lights my body on fire, and for a moment I tighten before he enters me. My hymen’s already broken. I watch his pupils dilate in surprise, but Ruslan doesn’t skip a beat.

Please don’t say anything. Please don’t say anything.

He doesn’t speak a word of breaking me in. He gently places the tip of his thick cock into my dripping folds, and I wince in temporary discomfort, thinking it will hurt again likethe first time, but no, this time, he fits in beautifully as my pussy throbs.

It barely hurts, and the more he buries himself inside me, the deeper I fall into the dangerous abyss. How can I tell this man, I’m carrying his baby?

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