Semua Bab His Mafia Princess : Bab 161 - Bab 170

"Give your spoiled whore of a fiancée dick, baby," I said as he let me up sometime later. "Later. You've been coming for ages, baby. Give my pussy a rest," he said gently, wiping the drool and tears off my face. "And you've been hard just as long. Let me pleasure my dick," I said, palming his dick through his pants.He inhaled sharply, frustration all over his face, but stayed frozen in the chair. "This wasn't for me, my princess. It was for you," he said lovingly, getting up and taking me off guard by picking me up bridal style and carrying me to the bedroom. He walked to the bed, laid me down on it and said, "How about we open up some champagne and I'll wrap you up in my arms."Was he fucking crazy? I was out of my mind with need. There was no fucking way we were waiting another second. "We play rough, baby. You will be taking dick in our bedroom tonight. It's not torture, it's foreplay. That's what you said. It c

Six months later…"What am I doing here, Jeff?" I asked, standing outside Don Angelo's hospital room. "You're next of kin. Your father's emergency contact. The irony is not lost on me. He took a bullet to the head last night and somehow he's still not dead. Son of a bitch is immortal," Jeff informed me. "Any chatter about who did it?" I asked, unable to help my curiosity. "Doesn't matter. You're marrying my son in a week. If you don't hurry, we're both going to be late for dinner with Scott and the kids. It's bad enough that I'm attending your wedding alongside Luca Cattaneo. I didn't call you down here to get you involved in this mess. In fact, stay the fuck out of it. The only reason I called is because we're moving Don Angelo to someplace more secure. This might be your last chance to see him, Stacy. Do what you need to do. Just try not to kill him," said Jeff, leaving me alone in front of the hospital room. I entered the room against my better judgment. I hadn't seen Don Angel

"Finally. You took forever. Go ahead and order. We'll be right back. Good luck talking them out of dessert before dinner. You got this, dad," Scott said to Jeff, setting Evan down in his chair to come after me. "What did you say to make them think this was on the table?" Jeff called after Scott. "I believe in you, director," Scott called back, making his way to me. "Let's get some air," he said, slipping his hand in mine. I let him lead me outside, where the tears began to flow in earnest. "You're not going to get pissed off if I ask if you finally got your period, are you?" he asked me. "No, I didn't," I said, letting go of his hand to start pacing. How did I tell him I wouldn't be getting one of those for another 36 weeks? "Okay. Is this about Don Angelo? My dad told me about the shooting. That you went by. How are you, baby?" he asked me, cutting my pacing off by coming to stand before me. He laid his hands on

This was the shit I had going through my mind on the night of our respective bachelor/ette parties. If I was codependent before, her pregnancy made me even more clingy. A night away from her wasn't something I could handle right now. If I pushed to be near her though, she'd know for sure that I knew and I didn't want that. I wouldn't force it out of her right before the wedding and risk ruining our day by upsetting her. Instead, she had me constantly tracking her movements on my phone while Kenny screamed weird shit into my ear. "There are fairies on stage, Scott. Fairies and giraffes," said my very high best man. "I know, buddy. I know," I said, smacking him on the back harder than I meant to when I saw the latest location Stacy and her friends had landed at."What the fuck, Scott? Was it a fairy? Where did it go?" Kenny said, grimacing at the pain. True to his word, Kenny and Stoner Steve planned the bachelor party to rival all bachelor parties. In the last five hours, we got int

My vulnerable, pregnant fiancée was floating in a pool next to me. We were also buck naked and holding hands. Could I really do it? Since I had been thinking about this for a while, I did my research. What I had planned was supposed to be safe, as long as her pregnancy was low risk, which mercifully it was. Still, I was so fucking paranoid. Couldn't keep the voice in my head from taunting me over and over. She's pregnant. Maybe fucking her, in her words, 'like a wife' for a while wasn't the worst idea. It wasn't like I hadn't been trying. Since I found out about her pregnancy, sex started out a lot tamer in our bedroom. She allowed me to make love to her two nights in a row. On the third night though, our bed became a warzone. She started seeing the gentle caresses as a challenge. A new kink. Like I was fucking with her head and getting off on it. She knew all my triggers to get herself fucked hard. Pussy and ass in my face at the same time. Bonus points if she sucked me off or rod