Page 5 of Bred to the Mafia Beast (Baby Breeder Session)

“Rory? Ev? Somebody?”

The house is enormous. The furniture is enormous. The man is enormous. My voice echoes through the silence and floats down the stairs I’m too nervous to descend with this much material twisted around me. The absolute last thing I need in this dumpster fire of a winter break is to actually break myself tripping down the stairs.

“Not another step!” Ev’s command rips through the silence. Stomping booms follow as his big-ass body thunders up the stairs until he’s eye level with me. I’m at the top landing, and he’s at least three risers lower than me. Because I needed another reminder that the guy’s a giant, I guess.

“Back to our room, Mouse. You’re not wearing any clothes.” He lifts me into the air and over his shoulder with as much effort as I sling on a purse strap.

“Well whose fault is that, you neanderthal? You can’t just steal my clothes and use it as an excuse to keep me in your cave!” Why am I the one who sounds winded when he’s the one carrying me around?

“You don’t need those cheap rags. You deserve nicer things. Until the clothes I’ve ordered arrive, I like you like this.” He lays me down on his bed then towers above me where he stands beside it.

“There’s nothing wrong with the clothes I brought, Ev.” I swear I woke up in an alternate universe. This is wild.

“They’re in another man’s room. I don’t know where they came from. From who. You don’t need them, Perla. My job now is to make sure you have everything you need.”

He’s so boldly possessive. I should be scared. Generations of strong women must be rioting from the afterlife, watching as I simper and let this hulk steamroll right over the top of me. Add it to the tally of the shit I get wrong in life, I guess. Because for the first time ever, a man is taking charge and bossing me around in a way that doesn’t make me want to run away.

“What if I need panties? What then, Colossus?” He keeps calling me Mouse. We’ll see how he likes a silly nickname. His lips curl into a smirk, and I know I’ve made a miscalculation.

“You only need panties if you’re going out, Sweet Girl. And since you’re stuck here until everything is resolved with the asshole who’s been stalking you, that’s not happening. Ergo, you don’t need panties.”

Thick fingers toy with the belt of his robe where it’s keeping the swirl of fabric tied tight at my waist. The heated way his eyes track the rise and fall of my breasts, even buried beneath the warm fleece the way they are, makes my breathing even more choppy.

It’s a cycle that loops between us. His scrutiny rings my chimes, the arousal visibly observable in the way my body responds. And in response, his stare becomes even hotter. More predatory.

“H-how do you know about Perry?” The words trip out before I can bite them back. I pinch my eyes shut tight, not wanting to see the same disgusted pity as my father had had when I asked for his help. All I’d asked my dad for was some money so I could get an apartment off campus. One with a doorman for security, maybe. That went over about as well as a lead balloon at a circus.

“Eyes, Little Mouse. Don’t hide from me,” Ev orders. When my eyes find his, there’s no disgust. Only the fire of lust and possession that’s been there since the moment I woke up and saw him for the first time.

“His behavior isn’t your fault. No matter what anyone has tried to say. Tell me you understand that.” There’s no room for argument in his tone. I nod.

“Good. And as your man, I’ll be taking care of that situation. So feel free to focus on more pressing matters.” The way he smirks should be licensed as a weapon of panty-melting destruction. But again, I’m not wearing any. And, forgive me for being dramatic, but…my man? It’s a bit too early for those types of claims. At least for normal guys. Ev Allard doesn’t strike me as the normal guy type though.

“What pressing matters would those be?” I have a strong hunch I already know.

“This one, for starters.” He grabs the enormous bulge behind the zipper of his slacks, the filthy words so unexpected I can’t hold back my giggle.

“Little Mouse, you’ll give me a complex if looking at my junk makes you laugh,” he teases.

“Somehow, I doubt that’d be true even if I cackled like a hysterical hyena.” Because there’s no way a man this virile relies on anyone else for validation.

“You may have a point. And I do like seeing that perfect smile. Let’s save the jokes for later, though. I need total focus for this part.”

Fire licks over me everywhere his eyes take me in. I’m not certain what this part is, but my body’s overruling everything in this moment.

“What’s there to concentrate so hard on?” I ask. I walked into that joke, and I brace myself with a mental reminder not to laugh at the rejoinder I’m sure is coming. Ev goes another direction. A more serious one. At least, the look on his face is fiercely solemn.

“On the only thing that matters, Sweet Perla. Putting my baby in that fertile little belly of yours, so I can watch that tummy swell up with our child. Making you mine, forever, in every way that counts.”

ChapterEight

EV

I seethe questions mounting in her eyes. But between the adrenaline racing through me from seeing her drowning in my robe at the top of the stairs and the lust that’s been choking me since laying eyes on her, my control’s shot.

“Forever’s a long time, Evander Allard. Even for an old guy like you.” Her reminder that she’s much younger than me doesn’t have the sting it could since Rory already told me about her late start in school.

“You doubt me? Doubt I can protect you? Give you everything you dream of?” It wouldn’t be shocking if she did. We don’t know each other, after all. Still, there’s knowing, and there’sknowing. The way Iknowshe’s it for me.

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