บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant & Desired By The Mob Boss: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

VladNina shifts and slides to the side of me, my body missing the warmth of her skin. She sits up just as a cool breeze wash over us and goose bumps cover her skin. I grab her sweatshirt and hand it to her. "You should put this on before you catch a cold."She takes the shirt from me and slips it on before standing to collect the rest of her clothes. I prop myself up on an elbow and my gaze runs over what the piece of clothing doesn't cover. Those long legs, that plump ass, and her still-wet pussy. My dick begins to swell again and when she glances over her shoulder, her mouth dropping a little when her eyes land on my dick, I'm fully erect once more."Nina, if you keep staring at me like that, you're going to have to do something about my current situation."Her tongue swipes her top lip and I groan, wanting to be inside her mouth. She puts on the sweatpants and starts to make her way over to me when something rattles from one of the bags. I swing my head over to listen. A vibration

NinaI picture Vladimir's face the rest of the way down the mountain.Skin flushed with rage, his eyes black and lifeless. Nostrils flared. Jaw clenched. I've seen that face before. Or rather, one just like it. The face of a monster.My father used to look at me just like that.There are so many things I remember from those years. The bricks through the window, that bloody stump of a finger in the cardboard box. I will never forget the dirty boots of the mob men propped up on our coffee table—not as long as I live.But what I remember more than any of that, more than any of the other horrors that haunted my mother and me through the worst stage of my life before now, are the eyes of my father. Mere inches away from my face, the whites nearly gone, the pupils so dark that they seemed bottomless, I remember how he looked at me. He wasn't my father anymore in that moment. He was just a beast.He wasn't like that at first, of course. It started with anxiety. After the men left, he would h

NinaMy feet take me in the direction of the apartment, my brain on autopilot. After everything I've been through in the past couple of days, I'm not exactly sure how I feel. Confused. Angry. Scared. Alive. All the emotions are jumbled and not one wins."Mizz Gavril?" a familiar voice calls out when I cross the street.Henry.I turn to find my old friend huddled in the corner. His face is bruised and his lips are cracked from the cold weather. "Henry? What happened to you?""I could ask you da same thing? Haven't seen ya around. Ya okay?"I offer him a sheepish smile. If he only knew what I have gone through. "Henry, are you okay?""Yes, ma'am. Went to the shelter, like ya said to do. Wasn't very friendly. Won't go back." Henry glances at a passerby and holds up his cup. "Mizz Gavril, ya wouldn't happen to have any spare change?""I'm sorry, Henry. I lost my bag.""No worries. Ya go head on home before ya catch a chill."I nod and head off down the road. When I get to the building, I

VladMy own children? I've never thought about having a family. Never thought about bringing a life into this world. But if it happened, I'm also not sure if I'd want them to take over the family business or get as far away as possible. I sigh and my shoulders slump forward."Let me tell you a story.""I've heard all of your stories, Eitan.""Not this one," he says. "Listen: a long time ago, when I first met your father, I was with a woman—my high school sweetheart. We were in love. Planned on getting married once she graduated college." Eitan looks away, taking a deep breath in. "She meant the world to me. Made my heart beat faster the moment she walked into the room."My tension evaporates. I've never known Eitan to be with anyone outside of Maria. I lean back in my wooden chair and fold my arms across my chest."I remember her voice still. She was an amazing singer, unlike me. I can't carry a tune if my life depended on it. Yet, she'd always want me to sing along with her. One day,

NinaVladimir appears. He's not wearing a shirt. The ripple of his muscles through his chest and shoulders looks like wires held in tension. He's angry that I didn't answer my phone earlier. "Isn't that what you wanted?" he asked. "A job? Security? A normal life? You should have answered that call, kitten." He pulls off his belt as he tells me what a bad girl I've been.My teeth sink into my bottom lip.I slide my hand under the waistband of my shorts, and down across my panty-covered sex. My fingers do a slow and steady dance along the folds of my labia, gently rubbing toward my clit and when my fingers make contact, I close my eyes and let out a huge sigh. My hand keeps stroking my pussy through my panties, while my left hand slides below my shirt to caress my breasts. I alternate from one nipple to the other, pinching each one and twirling it between my fingers as the hand on my sex picks up its pace. I'm hot and wet, each image of Vladimir pushing me closer to the edge.I rub fast