All Chapters of Pregnant & Desired By The Mob Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ArtyomNadezhda curls her legs around mine when we are finished, clinging to me. "That was incredible."I kiss the top of her head and roll onto my side. Her chest is still heaving, and I run my finger across her ribcage. "Another tick in the column against spending money on pajamas, don't you think?"She nods. "Yes, absolutely. I'll stop buying negligee and maybe use some of that money on toys.""Oh, Nadezhda," I growl, nuzzling her neck. "Don't tease me."She throws her head back and laughs, her hands resting on her stomach. "I didn't mean toys for us. I meant toys for Alek.""Oh." I frown, and then lean over and check the clock by the bed. "He should be getting up soon."Nadezhda stretches her arms over her head, arching her back and once again testing my dedication to my meeting. I kiss her stomach, pinning her to the bed, and work my way up to her breasts. "I need to get moving. Once he's awake, I won't have a moment to myself until I take him to visit his grandmas."I swirl my t

Nina is losing hope. A night of drinks, partying and fun at a trendy club downtown ends with her getting kidnapped and put up for a sex-trafficking auction.Her only savior? The devilishly handsome and incredibly sexy mob boss who hasn't taken his eyes off her since he walked into the room.She's just finished her finals and looks forward to taking on the whole world. But all can go to shit in just a second. Unless he saves her.Yaroslav Baturin is smitten by the pretty girl looking desperate and forlorn on the auction stage. He's a man who's hard to impress, but something about Nina stands out to him with just a glance. Nina says he can't own her. Nina challenges himFine, he'll bite, by making Nina his.She's his to break, and his to mend.------------------------NinaFinals are over. Thank God.I wrap my hair up in a messy bun, sling my bag over my arm, and head out the glass door of the math building.But I’m not as relieved as I’d expected. I’m not sure if that’s because this la

VladThe nights are always the same.The thump of the bass from the DJ's music rattles the walls, even in the back of the club, much to my annoyance. But a club is the best way to do business. Or a butcher shop, for the old-school types. But the stench of uncooked meat and blood makes my stomach sour. I'd much prefer to be surrounded by scantily clad woman than lamb ribs and pork chops."Boss, we got a situation," one of the bouncers says, standing in the doorway.With a low growl that rumbles from deep within my chest, I stand up from my desk and make my way to the main room. The blue neon lights, the thumping of the newest pop hit, and half naked girls who can barely hold their drinks crowd the room. When one of the drunken girls invades my space, I use my forearm to guide her away. These reckless college girls are not to my liking. Not in the slightest.The bouncer leads me over to the bar where the lead bartender, Krissy, is mouthing off to a customer. My gaze travels to the man o

NinaStephen pulls me up against his body and every nerve ending in my body fires off. He grinds against me, my arms wrapped around his neck. His hot breath on my skin is invigorating."You're very sexy, Nina," Stephen says. How is he getting away with being so cheesy and direct? If he were anyone else, he'd seem so cheesy, so lame. I don't know if it's because he's just that good-looking, or if he's casting a spell on me, or what, but whatever it is, it's working.I bite my lower lip and duck my eyes to avoid his gaze, both out of shyness and because this close, my eyesight begins to blur.We continue to dance, the smoke from the dry ice twisting artistically, forming curls as it's illuminated by the colored lights. My grip on Stephen tightens as the world becomes a carousel, gaining momentum."Are you okay?"I nod slowly and look up at Stephen. "Just a bit too much to drink."Everything feels like it's catching up to me suddenly. The pleasant heat in my hips is turning into a boilin

VladI lean back in the chair as my gaze lingers on the brunette giving my men a hard time. The corner of my lip curls up into a slight grin when she tries to kick Augustin. She's a fighter, and although she looks like a deer caught in headlights, she also appears to be a deer ready to take on said automobile. She's unlike the other girls on stage, or the ones that were already sold in the first batch a half hour ago.The previous group was the usual trash—addicts, desperate runaways. Boring, boring, boring. Nothing I would want close to my finger, let alone my dick. I had one of my lieutenants dispose of a girl because of the way her eyes rolled up into her head. I can't make money on someone who might die five minutes after she's been sold. And I couldn't exactly let her traipse out of here. Who knows where she'd go running off to, blabbing about things she should never have known?My attention focuses back on the beautiful girl on stage. Her legs have some meat, yet remain thin wit