Page 50 of Owned By the Mafia

I shut the door behind me and walk to the kitchen, where Dina is on the phone with someone.

I smile at her and kiss her head, and she nudges me away.

I raise an eyebrow as I listen to her.

“We have tracked several Valerios in California, and we’re chasing every lead. They won’t get through our security again…”

I hang my jacket on the back of the chair as she talks, and then I slowly unbutton my shirt in front of her. She knows what I mean. It’s my time.

She gives a small sigh as I expose my abdomen to her. “Katya,” she says. “Can I call you tomorrow? Yes. First thing.”

She hangs up and looks at me. “You’re a complete distraction.”

“I know.” I sigh. “Isn’t it lovely?”

I undo my pants with a smirk, and she rolls her green eyes.

“Before you get too excited, Mr. Quinn, I have something I need to tell you.” She smiles brightly at me, undoing the front of her robe. She’s only in a bra and a thong.

I take a deep breath. “Please don’t ruin the mood by talking about an Italian family.”

She giggles and shakes her head. “Not an Italian one. A Russian-Irish one. Ours.” I watch as she softly touches her belly, and I light up.

“A baby? For real?”

She nods. “Yes, I got the blood work back today. We’re two months pregnant.”

I move to her quickly and take her face in my hands, kissing her deeply. “God, that just makes you even sexier.” I take her hand and lead her toward our bedroom.

When we reach the room, I turn and kiss her again, but she forces me backward and onto the bed.

“Oh, someone’s feeling feisty,” I say. She slides out of her thong and robe but leaves her bra on. Just the way I like it. I watch as she climbs up my body until she’s sitting with a knee on either side of my head.

“I want you to enjoy what I taste like, Mr. Quinn,” She murmurs.

I lift my head to lick her softly. “My favorite meal for dinner.”

I don’t hold back, pregnant or not. My woman will be pleasured. She starts to rub against my tongue and face as I make love to her wet pussy. Her little cries and her juices on my face drive me wild.

Before she can come, I stop her and move her onto her back. “I want you to come with me,” I say, taking out my erection and placing it between her legs. “I always want us to cum together.”

She nods, flushed, and I push deep inside of her. I move steadily; she’s already sopping wet, and my dick moves easily in and out of her. I grunt as she clenches around me on purpose, and I tip my head back.

“Dinara,” I grunt.

“Almost,” she whimpers. “Almost.”

I reach down to toy with her clit, and she’s quickly moving her hips to meet mine, tossing her head side to side as she teeters on the edge.

“Fuck it, I’m coming.” I support myself with my arms and move hard and fast.

“Oh my…” She screams out my name as she bucks her hips wildly.

I grab her hips and push deep inside her as I cum, shaking slightly from the pleasure.

I fall into the bed next to her and stare at the ceiling.

The rest of the evening is as usual. Dinner, talking, some hot chocolate before bed for Dina, a whiskey for me.

A bliss. And I make sure to never fucking forget what a lucky bastard I am.

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