Page 50 of Surprise Pregnancy for Villain

However, one of the bags I’m curious about is the big black duffel bag that he’s keeping near the door. He hasn’t touched it once since he got home, and I’m really itching to know what’s inside. I wait patiently. Maybe he’ll tell me what it’s for. I wait until the end of dinner. He turns off the television and we pack our empty take-out boxes into a trash bag. We need to dispose of it properly, he tells me, or else we’ll risk attracting critters around.

As I follow him into the kitchen, I sense a sudden air of formality and coldness around him. I wonder about what he’s been up to every time he goes out. Since my failed attempt at escape, I haven’t bothered going out anymore. I didn’t want to get lost again, and I definitely didn’t want to risk getting shot the moment I stepped foot on the highway. Who knows how many men the Rossis have lying around?

It doesn’t take long for my curiosity to be satisfied because just after dinner, Ezio opens the duffel bag and reveals its contents. It’s full of guns. There are five handguns, cases of bullets, two shotguns, and a pair of handcuffs tucked away in the corner. I don’t mention the cuffs.

“How much do you know about guns?” Ezio asks.

“Why? Are we killing someone?” I ask in a sarcastic tone, a tad bit offended. Of course, I know about guns. I’m a mafia princess after all. Guns are a common sight in my household.

“Let’s be serious here,” he says.

“I know enough,” I answer.

“Good.” Then he adds, “There’s still light outside, so we can try shooting some targets. It wouldn’t hurt to practice.”

“Alright,” I agree. I change into a sleeveless shirt and don a jacket over it. I then pull on some pants and a pair of new boots that Ezio got me. Meanwhile, he dresses in similar fashion and puts on a cap. Before we head outside, he hands me a loaded handgun with the safety on and brings one for himself.

I exit the cabin for the first time, and I can’t believe how much I’ve missed the cool breeze and the warm sunlight on my skin. I take a deep breath and for a moment appreciate the fact that I’m still alive. Ezio nudges me, and I follow him down the steps and into a small trail that forked from the main one. I remember the trail. It was the same one I used when I tried to escape, but the dark and foreboding woods look like a woodland fairytale during the day.

We walk for a few more minutes, taking a few twists and turns until we reach a clearing. Ezio stands next to me and aims his gun at a tree far ahead. He pulls the trigger, and a crackling sound erupts and pierces the tree several feet away from us. He hit it on the center trunk.

“I think we’re far enough,” he says. “We’re the only ones here, and if anyone hears us, they’ll assume that it’s probably hunters.”

“Can I ask why the sudden need for practice?” I aim my gun at the same tree and pull the trigger. My bullet hits two inches to the left from where he left his mark.

“We need to be prepared,” Ezio answers. “My father and his men are dangerous, and they’re not to be underestimated. If they find out what I’ve done, they will kill you after they kill me.”

I gulp and then ask, “What’s the plan then?”

“There’s trouble coming,” he says. “We need to stay low for as long as possible. They know you’re still around, so they’re looking for you all over the city. When all this boils over, one will eliminate the other. Let’s just hope that the Borellis succeed, and they eliminate the Rossis. At least you’ll be alive, but I highly doubt it would be the same case for me.”

“I’ll talk to my father,” I say. “He’ll listen to me. He won’t touch you if he knows how you saved my life twice. He’ll spare you.”

“Hm,” is all Ezio says. He then stands behind me and props up my arms. He adjusts my legs and then wraps his arms around me so that he’s also holding the gun as I’m holding it.

“Your stance is wrong,” he whispers in my ear.

Despite the thickness of our jeans, I feel Ezio’s stiffness against my ass. His arms slide down from mine and find their way to my jacket. He unzips my jacket all the way and pulls down the collar of my shirt, exposing my tits to the cold air. My nipples perk up, and he massages both of them with his fingers.

“Ezio…” I moan out his name.

“Shh… Keep practicing,” he whispers. He kneads my breasts with his palms, squeezing them tightly as he lines my neck with kisses.

“Ezio,” I moan. “I can’t focus…”

“Fine,” he sounds disappointed, but he listens to me. He zips up my jacket and whispers into my ear, “We’ll continue this later.”

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Just as Ezio promised, we continue our little session back in the cabin. He doesn’t even let me past the front door and immediately carries me into the bedroom like a prize he had just won. He tosses me into bed and starts ripping the clothes off me. Every concern for those ripped up clothes disappear the second he enters me.

I’m addicted to this man. There’s no denying it. It’s more than how skillfully he fucks me or how perfect his length feels inside me. The way he knows how to pleasure me with his hands, making my body sing with every sweet caress. How he makes my toes curl with that tongue. How he nibbles my skin and awakens every dormant nerve inside my body. His ability to give me what I want, even before I anticipate it. All of the above. Which is why, although I’m lying here sated as hell, my body still recovering from two orgasms in a row, I’m still worried.

Still anxious.

I contemplate bringing up the topic as I listen to him in the adjoining bathroom. I hug my knees and wrap the blanket tighter around my shoulders. I feel nervous, which is rare for me since I’m most often confident about whatever I do, but I remind myself that this is a conversation I need to have with him.

Ezio finishes up and arrives wearing nothing but a towel around his hips, his thick cock outlined against the fabric. I bite my lower lip.

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