Page 42 of Mafia Boss's Baby Surprise

I’m not even blushing. It’s as if I’m a completely different person. The kind of person that would be willing to confront my father, no matter the consequences.

Luca runs his fingers over my tingly flesh, then tugs at my panties, so they’re tightly pressed against my pussy. I groan as sharp smacks land on my ass, and my panties rub against me.

I’m all tied up, but I’ve never felt more in control. It’s strange. I’m finally doing what I want, without any shame or fear. At least for as long as I’m in this room and Luca’s with me.

Luca yanks my panties down and slides his fingers over my slickness. My breath comes out in little gasps of pleasure as he rubs me and presses gently on my clit.

Just as I’m getting close to the edge, he pulls away and leaves me frustrated. But it’s a delicious, delicious torture as my whole body tingles.

Luca grins at me as he picks up a small leather paddle with a red heart in the middle of it. “Want to try it out?”

“Yeah.” There are so many things I want to try, but I doubt I’ll be able to do them.

He taps the paddle against my bottom and then against my pussy, making my moans even louder. I jump as the smack of the paddle stings my skin, but I like it. Luca keeps bringing the paddle hard on my ass until my skin is all warm and tingly, and my arousal is almost unbearable.

“Luca, please,” I whisper.

“Please what?” he asks. “What do you want, Aurora?”

“I want you inside me. I want you... I want you to... I want you to fuck me.”

“Is that what you want?” His hand slides to my center, his fingers spreading my folds.

“Yeah.”

I hear Luca shuffling around and tearing a condom wrapper. When his tip brushes my entrance, I buck my hips, wanting more of him.

He teases me, rubbing himself against my ass and pussy.

And then he dives deep, deep inside me.

I groan as he fills me and pulls almost all the way out, then slams himself back inside me. His thrusts are fast and rough as he holds onto my hips. He keeps pumping into me, our bodies melting together.

My pleasure builds and builds as Luca pounds into me, even faster and harder. My body shudders and throbs, and then I cry out as my release spills through me. Luca grunts a moment later, holding onto me.

I wish I didn’t have to go. I wish I could just be with him.

But even if that’s impossible, I’m glad we shared this moment.

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My days areboring and sad without Luca. I want to sneak out of the house and see him again, but my father’s always here or comes and goes too much. His schedule is messed up for some reason, and I hope it’s not because he wants to marry me off to Orlando again.

I spend my time reading, or pretending to, because my thoughts keep flying to Luca. I wonder where he is and what he’s doing.

My mother invites me to have lunch with her. I guess she wants to make sure I haven’t forgotten my manners or something. But as I catch a whiff of food, nausea rises at the back of my throat. I press my hand over my mouth and nose, trying to get my stomach to settle.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been feeling weird for a few days now. It’s as if I’m coming down with something. I’m more tired than usual, and the only thing that calms my stomach a bit is a glass of lemonade.

“Can I go to my room? I’m a little dizzy,” I say to my mother, hoping she’ll understand.

She narrows her eyes at me and nods.

I get to my feet and hurry to my room. It’s easier to breathe when there isn’t any food around, but there’s a strong smell of freshly-cut grass, so I quickly close my window. Why is everything so damn intense?

I glance at my calendar and furrow my brow. Wait, I was supposed to get my period... I blink at the calendar. Something’s wrong.

I must’ve mixed up the dates. That’s what happens when I’m busy thinking about Luca and don’t pay attention to anything else. I should’ve written down the date of my last period.

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