Page 22 of Knocked up by the Mafia

Evgenii sighs. “Natalia. Why didn’t you say so? You don’t have to stay with him because you’re pregnant. We won’t shun you or the baby. You can come home, have the baby with us, and we’ll help you raise it. You don’t need to be with that Irish dickhead.”

“Why do you hate him so much?” I shriek.

“Because he’s a fucking Quinn,” my brother roars. “Sworn enemies.”

“So was Alessandro Sorvino, yet Ivan had no problem fucking his cousin as a power play.” I feel the tears coming, and I need to cut the conversation. “I’m not coming home if I can’t be with Daniel. That’s my final word on the matter. Don’t bother calling me until you accept that. I’m staying because I love him, and I am allowed to make my own decision.”

I hear the door open and Daniel calling, “Nat?”

Evgenii starts saying something, but I hang up and turn the phone off. I drop it on my bed and rush out of the room toward Daniel.

I launch myself into his arms, and he lifts me as we kiss hungrily. He breaks the kiss. “Nat, wait…”

“No,” I breathe, “I hate waiting.”

I pull my top off and toss it aside, standing there in just my bra.

He pulls me toward him, kneels, and scoops me up. We kiss as he carries me toward his room.

He lowers me gently to the bed and climbs on top of me. We kiss hungrily, devouring each other. He has one leg on the ground, one knee between my legs, and his hands on my breasts, massaging them. They’re already sensitive, and I whimper into his mouth as he undoes the clasp in the front and frees them. The chilly hair makes my nipples instantly erect, and he breaks our kiss to nibble on them.

I feel like I’m going to orgasm already and practically hump against him.

He sits up and pulls his jacket, jumper, and shirt off, tossing them one at a time to the side before lowering himself again and pressing our naked chests together. He reaches between my legs and rubs through my leggings.

I whimper again, “Daniel.”

“Natalia,” he growls back. He grabs my hand and guides it to the hard cock trying to escape his pants.

I squeeze it through his pants, and then, fabric and all, I stroke him. Pumping his erection through his pants as he fingers me through mine. He stops, and I groan, but he picks me up easily and rests me further up the bed.

He hooks his fingers in my leggings and pulls them down and off. Then he pulls my panties off.

“Spread for me,” he murmurs, stroking my thigh.

He undoes his pants and slips them off before he settles between my legs.

“I love you.” I look into his eyes.

He licks his lips. “I love you.”

He pushes his cock into my already wet pussy, and I arch my back. I’ve had amazing sex, but pregnant sex is definitely more erotic.

He moves slowly, one hand on my bare hip and the other holding his weight up, his hand just to the side of my hair. He pumps his hips as he lowers his lips, and his tongue makes love to my mouth.

I shift to bend my legs and spread them as much as I can. He grunts and moves a little harder. “Fuck. Natalia.”

“That’s the goal,” I murmur. I lean up and kiss the scars I see on his chest. He’s been through the wars, which makes him more attractive.

When I feel his hand leave my hip, I don’t think about it until I feel two fingers massaging my clit in circles. My hips buck, causing his dick to slam deep inside of me. I cry out and put my hands on his shoulders. ‘Yes,” I cry out.

Fuck I sound desperate.

Egged on, Danial moves his hips a little harder, his fingers a little faster. I bite my lip and buck my hips, trying to make him fuck me hard.

He shifts his weight so he’s upright and holds my hips as he moves hard. “Yes. Fuck. I want to come inside you so badly, Nat.”

“Yes… Daniel… Yes… Just like that…” Is that me begging? I’ve never begged for a thing in my life, not even when I was starving.

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