Todos os capítulos de The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride: Capítulo 291 - Capítulo 300

Max kept his arms wrapped around her long after her sobs had stopped.Suzi was quiet now, her breath soft and steady against his chest. Every few moments, her lashes fluttered like she might start crying again, but she didn’t.He held her closer, resting his cheek against the top of her head. She was so light in his lap, curled in on herself like a little girl.He didn’t know what to do with the ache in his chest. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not yet. Not this strong. But the more she broke, the more something deep in him stirred to life.When her breathing finally evened out, he glanced down and saw her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. Her face was still damp from tears, but she’d fallen asleep. Completely.He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and traced his fingertips over the birthmark covering her face careful not to wake her.Jeez…he couldn’t even understand what was so bad about it. If anything, it made her look unique, out of this world. When the car stop

Max reached out, his hand hovering just above her waist.He hesitated for a moment, ready to stop if she moved away, but when she didn’t, his palm rested gently on her side, his thumb tracing the edge of her mark. His fingers brushed against the curve of her breast. They were not big, but the perfect size and shape that would fit perfectly in his palms.He drew in a careful breath. This close, he picked up the faintest scent of her skin…clean soap, something floral and sweet. She tensed, breathing so shallow she might as well have not been breathing at all. Her skin was soft like silk under his touch. He could touch her all night, he decided.He kept his fingers steady, sliding them along her waist in small, patient increments, feeling the softness under his touch. His lips pressed to her shoulder, not quite a kiss, more a careful test.Her breath shuddered. She had stopped hiding, arms slack at her sides, every muscle in her body tuned to him. He felt a weird relief as she began to

She couldn’t remember if she said it out loud, or just thought it hard enough to count, but Max responded anyway. He kissed her until she forgot her own name, then pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. His forehead pressed to hers, his breathing uneven, their lips close enough for the air to buzz between them.“You can say no,” he whispered.She choked on her answer, her tongue thick, her mind a haze of everything except the word yes. She nodded, over and over, until she felt her face burn.Max’s expression cracked, something wild breaking through the patience he’d forced himself to wear. He reared up and took off his boxers, exposing himself to her without shame or warning.She saw him, fully, for the first time. The stories she read never prepared her for this.Suzi’s knees snapped together like a pair of startled clams. His enormous, thick cock loomed and dread filled her stomach.There is no way in hell that thing is going inside her.Max grinned as if reading her thoug

She was taking forever.Max lay sprawled across the bed, one arm tossed dramatically over his face, the other draped across the empty spot where Suzi used to be. Still warm. Still her. And he hated how much he already missed it.He cracked an eye open, squinting toward the bathroom door.Still closed, still quiet.Maybe she was crying. Or maybe she just needed a second. He remembered how fragile she’d looked before she fell asleep, like the weight of the world had finally exhaled through her lungs.So naturally, he had to go check on her.“Just go away, please,” she had told him. “I’ll be right out.”He waited a beat. Let it hang between them. Then, lightly: “Okay. But if I die from missing you, it’s your fault.”No response.He let it be.Back at the bed, he flopped onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh.The bathroom door creaked open after a few minutes.Suzi stood there wearing her robe, looking flushed. “I’m not talking to you,” she mumbled.He held up both hands, mock-innocent.

Suzi didn’t know what to make of this man. It still didn’t feel real. None of it did.Her. Suzi Myers. Picking a house? With clawfoot tubs and window seats and someone who actually cared what she wanted?But then again, she was no longer Susan Myers. She was Mrs. Susan Costello.“I…” Her voice was thin. Wispy. “I want a bookshelf. One of those tall ones. That goes all the way to the ceiling.”Max was quiet beside her.“And one of those front porches with a swing. Not the fancy kind. Just a simple one. Big enough to sit and read.”Max was still silent, but when she glanced over, his jaw was tight. His eyes were on her.“You think I’m silly,” she whispered.“No, I think you are cute,” he said.Her lips parted, but no words came out.She looked away quickly, heart pounding, afraid she’d start crying if she looked at him too long.She wasn’t supposed to have this. People like her didn’t get fairytale endings, didn’t get clawfoot tubs and porch swings and a man who said things like “our ho