Page 141 of Dirty Mafia King
“Make the pancakes. Then sit on my lap while I feed and finger you.”
His expression’s downright devious.
Freido’s right. He has lost his mind.
But then so have I.
“How long before breakfast is ready?”
“Half hour. Okay?”
He nips my ear, then pulls away. “I’ll be in my office.”
Oh my God.
This domesticated side of him shatters me. Are we in a relationship now? If so, how will Don Lucchese react? Or does that not matter anymore?
I crack eggs into a bowl.One day at a time, and perhaps he’ll surprise me. Right now, I’ll enjoy the breakfast and orgasm he’s promised.
I approach the trash can, and am about to dump empty eggshells inside, when I spot the box. Three words in bold print catch my complete attention: Morning After Pill.
Bastian didn’t use a condom.
I’m not on contraceptives.
And the means to prevent a potential pregnancy is in the trash.
“Make decisions best for you both,” Freido warned.
A new vision for my future flickers through my mind. Bastian touching my pregnant belly and obsessed with my tender breasts. Little black-haired twins racing around the estate. Boys, who’ll thrive better in this world—one where their father is king. Bastian barking orders by day and spanking me inside the Red Room at night.
Me cooking Sunday dinners.
Us, a family.
I stare at the box.
He didn’t simply throw it away—he annihilated it.
I dump the eggshells on top.
Humming, I set about making pancakes that’ll knock his socks off.
A stack is ready and I’m whipping fresh cream when Bastian begins shouting.
Alarmed, I drop the whisk.
Footsteps echo loudly as men race toward his office.
I follow.
Freido allows me entry into the office, where Bastian paces the room.
“What is it?” I demand. “What’s happening?”
It’s Freido who responds. “Sandro’s been kidnapped.”
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