Page 27 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

Personally, I’m not worried. Fiona’s linked to the files, and no matter what, I’m going to wear her down over time. She’s going to give up the files in no time. It’s just going to take a little more convincing for Mark.

Sliding off the freeway, I turn into the long strip of road, the sky a deep navy blue. It’s after ten, and it’s likely Fiona will be asleep, so when I see an amber light shining in the front part of the house. My antenna immediately rise, as I race to finish up the conversation with Mark. Of course, I knew others would be coming for the files. If I were them, I would too. It’s the ticket to power, leverage, money, and the ultimate protection.

“Don’t worry. I’m confident I can get the file information out of Fiona. She’s going to buckle sooner rather than later.”

Mark pauses for a beat, but my finger’s already on the end call button as I park, frowning at the interior light. It can’t be the housekeeping or kitchen staff because I’ve sent all of them homefor the night. Unless there’s a special event, they keep normal hours like everybody else.

“If you say so, but the pressure’s on.”

“What pressure? There is none as far as I’m concerned. Having Fiona is as good as having the Omerta files in our possession. Talk later.”

“Alright, but you need to get her to spill, and quick.” I hang up the call, annoyed by Mark’s lack of faith, but curious as to who the house nightcrawler could be. Entering the house slowly, I don’t immediately walk through to the kitchen, instead I head to my home office where I keep my CCTV to watch the perp.

When I find out who it is, I grin. It’s Fiona, and the pretty dark-haired princess is out of her tower. Shaking my head, I watch as she floats down the corridor, her bare feet tiptoeing over the tiles, a sense of bewilderment on her face.

It does make sense because I couldn’t keep the guards on duty outside her door for longer than two days. I required my Bratva soldiers for other purposes. Breaking hands, and collecting long overdue debts across the city, Bratva-style being one of them. Aroused by her presence on screen, I squint, leaning forward and enjoying the show, and not so mad about her being out.

Mystified, I watch as she moves forward, and it looks as if she’s heading towards the kitchen. Past the kitchen is the front door. I shake my head at the screen because if she’s trying to escape, she has very little chance. Even if she manages to get outside, where’s she going to go? She has no car. There are guards near the entrance of the estate and cameras capturing everyone who enters and leaves the property. I would be tipped off immediately.

I stand up, my cock stiffening as I groan. She’s wearing a cotton tank top with lace, but her nipples are showing through, the headlights proving to be a hindrance to my sanity.

God. I want her.And she looks good carrying my child. Her shorts clinging to her full ass aren’t helping matters either. Who makes a woman with a body like that?

“Oh, Fiona. I’m never going to let you go,” I murmur under my breath, my body burning up like hot coals from the inside out. “You’re carrying my seed, and all I’m going to do is drag you back.” I sneer at the screen, quickly opening the door and stalking in the direction of the kitchen. Once I reach it, I see she’s turned on another light and is standing in the middle of the kitchen—her eyes wide and alert as if she’s searching for something.

Looking for a weapon to get out? What? What could it be that she’s looking for?

All I know is she’s a temptress, and she’s not going anywhere. Clenching my fists, I unbale them, swooping in to nuzzle in behind her, thrusting my hard cock into the small of her back as I scoop up a handful of her bountiful breasts. There’s no resistant tension when I touch her. It’s as if I’m her Achilles’ heel, and she automatically crumbles under my touch.

As it should be. Fiona, you’re mine. All fucking mine.

A light moan of pleasure escapes her mouth as I let my thumbs idly graze over her raised, tight buds. I dip my head into the crook of her neck, letting my beard rest on her shoulder, inhaling her feminine scent.God, I love the smell of her.It’s rocking my world.

“Good evening, Red October.” Splaying a hand over her stomach, I breathe softly on her neck. “Are you planning on going somewhere?”

She leaned her head to the side as I inhale, and I slide her hair back as I land a subtle kiss on her neck.

“No. I wasn’t.”

“You’re out of your room,” I point out, rubbing my erection in her back, turned on by her panting breaths.

“Yes,” she stumbles breathily as I give her neglected breast the same treatment. “I had to get out of that room.”

“Did I say you could leave out of it?”

“No, but—”

“Even if you try to escape, Fiona, you won’t be able to get far. You know I’ll hunt you down and find you, don’t you?”

“Yes. I know that.” I hear her swallow, the heat transfer between us turning up several notches. “I’m not dumb. I know I can’t do that.”

“Good.” I shimmy a hand roughly through my hair as she slides her body free to turn and face me, her cheeks burning a fresh shade of rose. She folds her bottom lip inside her mouth as I wait for her answer.

“I uh—” She sweeps her hair back off her shoulder, sighing loudly.

“What, Fiona? If you’re not trying to escape, what are doing here late at night?”

“I… I’m hungry, and I came looking around in the kitchen for something to eat. That’s all.” She shrugs, her bigemerald eyes so innocent and pure, it’s hard for me to take an authoritative stance with her.

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