Page 61 of The Mafia’s Fiancee

“Thirteen.”

I opened my eyes wide. “Whoa.”

He nodded. “I saved her. Then a couple of years later, I found a young boy about to be sodomized. I killed that man too. That was my first fight when I was actually scared. He pulled a gun on me and slashed me with a knife.” He paused to lift his shirt and point out the long line of a scar on his abdomen.

I traced it, distracted when his abs tensed under my touch.

He caught my hand, massaging my fingers. “We’re not bad to defend, Emma. We are not wrong to see that justice is served to people like that.”

I smiled, loving how confident he sounded. “You’re talking like a mafia boss already.”

He smirked. “I’m not living by my own laws. Defending others is part of human nature.”

He could explain it how he saw fit, but I heard the leader in him, the strong man who wanted to serve and do people right. Even though he was new to the mafia, I was certain that he’d fit right in. That he’d excel with many soldiers and capos relying on him.

“Is that all that’s bothering you?” he asked as he rubbed his hands up and down my thighs that bracketed him.

No. “Yeah.” I wouldn’t complicate his life any further by telling him that I feared I was pregnant.

Wait. What? Fear? I hid a smile, knowing that I’d chosen the wrong word there. I wasn’t afraid of having a baby with him. It would fill me with utter joy and love. Hearing about how Nina had almost been forced to abort Luke, I was touched with a stronger protective sense. I would defend this child, if I was carrying one. I would never, ever let anyone suggest that I not keep it.

Luke would be a wonderful father too. It was a fact that I could only treat as an assumption right now, but I was convinced that I wouldn’t be wrong about him. I hadn’t been wrong yet.

“All I need is you,” I told him. “And I feel better.”

“Oh, really?” He smiled, a sly, sexy grin that aroused me in a snap. “Want to feel even better?”

I shivered under the warm caress of his hand higher up my thighs.

“With you? Always.” I reached down to stroke over his dick hidden beneath his pants. The bulge was already harder than before, as though the proximity to me and my position of sitting on him was all that it took to start turning him on.

He patted my thighs. “Lift up and get these clothes off.”

I stood, excited to distract him with sex. Or maybe that was his intention, to distract me with it. I bet it wasn’t normal for couples to veer from confessions about killing people straight to physical intimacy. This was us, though. A mafia princess used to a life of criminals and killers, and a secret mafia prince needing to find his way.

I stood, thrilled with how dark his eyes got as he watched me strip. At this angle, he saw all of me. My bottom, my pussy, everything. Keeping my feet on either side of him, I stayed standing until I removed all of my clothes. He wasn’t idle. Lying down and watching me with that hungry stare, he lifted his hips up to get his pants and boxers off, then he teased me with the show of his muscles flexing as he lifted his shirt up off his body too.

“Let me see about making you feel better,” he growled as he held his hands up to help me lower down on him.

I was dripping already. Just seeing him naked aroused me to the brink of throbbing and aching for him. My breasts felt heavy, so tender and needy for his touch. With how ready I was to slip down on the stiff mast of his cock, I got clumsy, too hurried to be flush with him.

Worries would no longer matter. My thoughts and questions would fade. As soon as I sucked him deep into my wetness, all I would focus on was him.

“No.” He gripped my legs, guiding me to sit further up. Not on his cock, but—

“Whoa!” I flung my arms out, slapping my hands on the headboard as I straddled his face. He’d tugged me upward so I’d sat over his mouth. It was new. It was different. He’d given me oral and I’d found that I loved sucking him off too, even if he refused to come down my throat.

Oh, my—dammit.

Maybe he was trying to knock me up. He didn’t seem opposed to getting me pregnant. We never got condoms, but I was upfront when I told him that I was likely not protected by my shot anymore. And he always wanted to come in me.

Has he been trying to get me pregnant all along?

I tuned out that thought. If he was eager to have a baby with me, fine. He wasn’t forcing me to have unprotected sex. I could insist on protection, but I didn’t want to. I relished the feeling of him skin to skin, without any layers between us. Besides, we would be married one day. It wasn’t wrong to want a family with a spouse.

It’s too soon... If we were to have a baby soon, it’d be out of wedlock. It didn’t bother me. There would be absolutely no chance of an abortion whatsoever.

Still, as he laved his tongue back and forth over me, stroking the velvety touch over my entrance, I felt my concentration fall apart. Closing my eyes, I focused on what he’d set out to do—make me feel good. And damn, was he an expert at it.

“Stop thinking,” he ordered playfully before flicking the tip of his tongue at my clit

I gasped, that much closer to coming.

“Just stay with me,” he said. “Right here. It’s just the two of us.”

Maybe... I smiled, watching as he gripped my thighs and mashed his mouth to my pussy again.

Maybe it’s not just the two of us. Maybe we’ll soon be three.