Page 63 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

The space between us becomes wetter from his orgasm. He remains hard while I fuck him. Matias lifts my crop top and watches my tits bounce, a feral glint darkening his eyes.

“Matias,” I whisper his name as my orgasm explodes through my body.

He groans as he feels me come as I try to pull him deeper. My orgasm goes on and on. It seems never-ending. I cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples as I ride the euphoric wave only he seems to give me.

When I’m done, I collapse against him, pressing my cheek against his shoulder while he drifts his hand up and down my spine. I won’t say it out loud, but I’m kicking myself for not telling him to put on a condom. I’m still in the low pregnancy window, so I should be fine, but I have to start protecting myself for when he decides he is tired of me.

I lose all control when he is near me. I can’t do this anymore, but I’m not sure if I have the strength to be the one to cut things off between us. It has to be him.

“This feels like the boat,” he says, kissing my chest. “A quick and intense moment, but a life-altering one.”

I close my eyes, doing my best not to get emotional.

“This isn’t the last time.” He kisses my forehead and lifts me from him, both of us making a sound of protest when his cock slides free. “But I can tell you need some space.” He tucks himself back in his pants and zips them up. He grips my chin, kissing me senseless again. “Make no mistake, Sophie. You are mine until death pulls me under. I have all the time in the world to wait for you to see what this is.” He stands, brushing his knuckles over my cheek.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I understand, okay? I’m not one of those men who will walk away because you need a breather. I’m here. Regardless.” He kisses my cheek. “You make it difficult to leave any room you’re in. Don’t forget, tomorrow we fly to the Gala in NYC. Be ready. Pack a formal dress and jewelry. I can’t wait to show you off.” He takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing the top of my hand. “Okay. I’m going. I’m really leaving.” He presses another kiss to my knuckles before tucking my hair behind my ear, then leaving, softly closing the door on his way out.

I’m left alone, my skin hot for other reasons besides being burnt, and his come begins to leak from me. I panic and run to the bathroom. I do my business, wiping away his come with tears in my eyes as if I’m doing a horrible thing.

I want everything he offers, but I have too many doubts.

And what if those doubts are the reason this doesn’t work at all? What if I sabotage the best thing that’s ever happened to me?

It’s a life of regret I don’t want to think about.

Chapter Fifteen

Matias

If I can’t win Sophie over, I don’t know what I’ll do. The damned soul inside me wants to make sure she’s tied to me, whether she likes it or not. A horrible thought crossed my mind to force her hand in marriage, to force her to carry my child, and then she couldn’t leave.

But I can’t do that to her.

I’m so fucking selfish for even having those kinds of thoughts, but who can blame me? She’s perfect. She’s every man’s dream. She’s the kind of woman you marry after the first date. I know that. It’s why I’m coming on so strong.

She’s skittish. She’s ready to bolt. I know that in her head, last night was the last time between us, but if I have it my way, I’m going to finger-fuck her on this private jet right now, and there’s nothing she can do about it.

She’s sleeping, her head lying on my shoulder. I grin, feeling smug.

No matter how hard she tries, she can’t escape the pull she feels toward me.

“Do you need anything, Mr. Milazzo?” Rebecca, the new flight attendant, asks.

I don’t like new attendants but Darren was ill and couldn’t make the flight, so we had to call in the backup.

“No. I’m fine. Thank you.” I place my hand on Sophie’s knee, showing Rebecca I’m not interested in her. “Is there something you need?”

“No, Mr. Milazzo.” She straightens, puckering her fake lips. “If you need me, just press the button.”

“I know. It’s my jet, remember?”

“Habit,” she says through a fake smile, then huffs as she walks away.

“You didn’t need to be so mean,” Sophie mumbles, still sleepy.

“I wasn’t. She was unprofessional. She won’t be on this plane again.” I slip my hand under the blanket and slide my hand up her bare leg.

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