All Chapters of The Mafia’s Pregnant Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SONIA’S POVI feel the cool leather of his gloved hand cradle my head as his lips devour mine. It’s only after a second of confusion, shock, and then surprise that my lips part, letting his soft and warm ones in. A second was all it took.Our kiss is rushed but still experimental, yet it’s one that completely sweeps me off my feet, and I mean that literally. Anthony’s right hand palms my ass and single-handedly lifts me so that my back is supported against the wall and my thighs are tightly wrapped around him.He kisses me like he aims to taste every inch of my soul. The current that passes through us isn’t like the other times we’ve kissed. No, this one is entirely different, and we both know it. This one isn’t for show like the last two times. It’s just us within the four confined walls of the penthouse, pouring weeks of pent-up frustration into this moment.His right hand comes up to my body, and I moan into his mouth when he palms my breast in his large hand and squeezes. He does

TAYLOR’S POV***Present***I’m seated within the four walls of the courtroom for the fourth time in three months as I watch my lawyer struggle to win this case again. It’s not that he isn’t good at what he does, no. The problem is that my ex-wife keeps coming up with new, ridiculous and fabricated means to keep this child custody battle dragging on.“Your honor, my client doesn’t drink.” My lawyer, Allen, grits out as he’s clearly fed up with this bullshit. If not for the fact that I pay him a lot more than his peers are being paid for cases like this, and we’ve known each other for almost half our lives, I’m sure he would have left my sorry ass long since.“Then how do you explain that horrendous scar on his face?”My finger tracing the stubble on my chin stops moving along with the rest of my body. I don’t need to look in the direction of the voice to know it was Elena who spoke. My hands form a fist at my sides until it feels like a vein might pop out. During the course of our mar

SONIA’S POVFor a split second, I forget if I even know how to swim. My feet just kick against the water that seems to be pulling me down. I struggle relentlessly to keep the water away from my mouth, but there’s only so much I can do about that when I’m trying to stay afloat.I hear the muffled voice of someone calling my name. Is that Anthony?Now’s the perfect time for my inner mind to give me a dry look, but even she is fighting for her life.I want to smile, but my mind is in a panicked state of frenzy, so I can’t tell if I’m actually smiling or crying at the moment.There’s a splash somewhere around me, indicating that I’m not alone in the pool anymore. Then hands come around me, and it’s only when my head is above the pool that I see Lucia holding me like her life depended on it. Maybe it did, after all. Anthony had told her he didn’t want me drowning. My brain suddenly remembers itself now that I’m not flailing and kicking, and I use the chance to support Lucia in pulling u

SONIA’S POVTaylor is standing right next to Anthony, and I suspect the finger he has looped onto Anthony’s coat is more out of protection so Anthony behaves himself than anything else, which is totally fine by me and thoughtful of him.I would think of giving Taylor a high-five if my main goal wasn’t to walk past both of them without sparing either a glance. This, I must say, I do quite spectacularly, if I do say so myself. Now I’m out of the office building and onto the busy sidewalk as I try to navigate my way through the crowd. I’m walking like a woman with a purpose as I head for the underground garage, not even bothering to slow down my steps despite the large man following closely behind.But Anthony, being Anthony with his deliciously sexy long legs, catches up to me in no time. His large hands cover mine, pulling me back so that I come to a complete halt. I turn around, craning my neck up to meet his gaze.Look at him, not even so much as a bead of sweat on his pretty face

SONIA’S POVMy friend didn’t show up at work again for the rest of the week, but we did have that date she talked about. Although, instead of the original plan of going out for drinks, we pushed that to tonight after I’d suggested going shopping for baby things first. All of which Sam was more than happy to come along for. We’ve gotten that out of the way, and what’s left now is our outing at night. Meaning I have the whole day to myself, which also means that I get to go through all the adorable baby clothing that Sam and I picked out today. It’s what I’ve been most excited about since I put it on my schedule to go baby-things-shopping. I’m still not certain about what gender my baby’s going to be, but that’s the thrill of the whole thing. And because I’ve decided to wait until childbirth to find out the gender of my child, everything I bought today had to be gender neutral, so, in other words, it mostly consists of cute onesies. Oh, my ovaries. The dinging of the elevator tells