Page 44 of Mafia Don's Twisted Union

I squeeze her hand, my thumb brushing against her knuckles. “I know it’s a lot,” I admit, my voice softening. “But I need you to trust me. Whatever happens, I’ll make sure you’re both protected.”

Her lips part as if she’s about to respond, but the words don’t come. Instead, she shifts her gaze to the window, her profile illuminated by the soft morning light.

The room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing. As I watch her process the news, a single thought burns in my mind:This is my chance to make things right.

Mia shifts under the covers, her eyes darting toward the documents still scattered on the desk. Her silence is deafening, and for a moment, I wonder if she regrets telling me how overwhelmed she feels.

“Say something,” I urge, leaning closer.

She blinks, as though pulling herself out of a trance. “It’s just... a lot to take in,” she says softly, her voice wavering. “A baby? I didn’t even think...”

Her words trail off, and she bites her lip, her gaze dropping to her hands resting on her stomach.

“I know,” I say, my tone softening. “It’s a lot, but we’ll figure this out together.”

Her eyes snap up to mine, and there’s a flicker of doubt in them. “Will we, Carlito? Because right now, it feels like I don’t know you at all. And now... now there’s a baby in the middle of all of this.”

Her words hit hard, but I can’t blame her. She’s right—I’ve built walls between us, keeping her in the dark about things that directly affect her life. Still, the idea of telling her everything about my world, about who I really am...

“It’s not that simple,” I say, my voice firm but calm.

Mia laughs bitterly. “Nothing with you ever is.”

I feel the tension coil in my chest, but I force myself to stay grounded. “You’re right,” I admit. “But keeping you in the dark—it was never about controlling you, Mia. It was about keeping you safe.”

Her gaze sharpens, and for a moment, she looks like she’s going to argue. But then her expression softens, and her shoulders sag. “I don’t even know what to feel,” she admits. “One moment, I’mfinding out my parents were hiding this entire other life, and the next, I’m... I’m pregnant. It’s too much.”

I move closer, my hand brushing hers. “I know it’s overwhelming, but you don’t have to do this alone. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

The vulnerability in my voice surprises even me. I’ve spent my entire life keeping my emotions locked away, refusing to let anyone see the cracks in my armor. But with Mia, everything is different.

“I just need time,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ll have it,” I promise, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

The tension between us shifts, softening into something else entirely. I can feel it in the way her breathing changes, in the way her hand hesitantly brushes against mine.

I lean forward, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that is both tender and fierce. Mia responds, her hands threading through my hair, pulling me closer. Our tongues dance, a silent promise of love and protection.

As the kiss deepens, my hands roam her body, tracing the curves I've come to adore. I unbutton her garment, and I can’t help but marvel at the beauty of her pregnant form. Her breasts are fuller, her nipples darkening with arousal.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper against her neck, my breath hot on her skin. "I want to worship every inch of you."

Mia's breath quickens, and she arches into me, her hands tugging at my shirt, eager to feel my skin against hers. I oblige, shedding my clothes until I stand before her, my body hard and ready.

"Please, Carlito," she pleads, her voice husky with desire. "I need you."

I don’t need further encouragement. I lower myself onto the bed, my eyes never leaving hers. I kiss her again, my hands exploring her body, mapping every inch of her soft skin. I caress her breasts, pinching her nipples until they peak, and she moans, her back arching off the bed.

"Yes, amore," I growl, my hands sliding down her body, tracing the curve of her belly. "Let me pleasure you."

Mia's eyes flutter shut as I kiss my way down her body, my tongue leaving a trail of fire on her sensitive skin. I reach her navel, dipping my tongue into the hollow, and she squirms, her hands fisting in the sheets.

"Carlito, please," she begs, her voice breathless.

I smile against her skin, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading them open. I blow gently on her core, making her shiver, and then I lower my head, my tongue flicking her clit.

"Oh God," she cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth. "Yes, right there."

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