บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant & Desired By The Mob Boss: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

NinaThere's a faint knock at the door and I sit up in bed. The moonlight filtering in through the window illuminates Vladimir, who is shirtless and stalking toward me, slowly and carefully. But I'm not afraid. Instead, my pussy grows wet and eager as I wait for him to reach me.Vladimir gets to the bed and rips the covers off me. But when he touches me, he's gentle. His fingertips glide from my cheeks down the side of my neck. He leans in and kisses me, his mouth all-consuming."He saw her, like the sun, even without looking."Oh God. He's quoting Tolstoy and touching me. I moan. I skim his jaw with my fingers and thread them into his hair. It's soft and thick.I press closer, but it's not enough. My focus lies on the feel of his hands on my skin and the warmth of his mouth on mine. He breaks the kiss, and his lips travel along my jaw, warm and wet on my skin. "Is this okay?""Yes."He grabs the swell of my ass, squeezing gently. "And this?" His full bottom lip begs for attention, so

NinaI can't believe my luck. I found a small bottle of laxative pills tucked in the medicine cabinet of the bathroom attached to my quarters. I slipped one into Jimmy's morning coffee when he wasn't looking. It didn't even take five minutes before he was running off to the bathroom, leaving his suit jacket draped over the chair he was sitting in ...With the elevator keycard in the pocket.I don't have time to waste. One second could be the difference between making it out of here, and getting dragged back in by the suited brutes patrolling this place. If Jimmy comes back and finds me halfway out of the penthouse, there's no telling what he'll do, especially with the boss not around to keep him from laying his hands on me.So I have to go now. Right now. I race across the tile barefoot and slide the keycard into the slot, smashing my finger over and over into the button while I beg the elevator to hurry the hell up. This is my chance at freedom. My chance to escape. And I need to get

NinaIn one sweep of his arm, he knocks all the remaining dishes from the table and sends them crashing to the floor. Shards shatter and ricochet on the concrete slabs, shooting in every direction. He flings me on top of the table like I'm a weightless rag doll."Vladimir," I whimper, but nothing else comes out. I'm at a loss, my mind shutting down and giving over to the need between my legs.Stupid, stupid girl, screams a voice inside my head, but it's like it's talking to me from down a well, it's so faint and easy to ignore. The blood pounding in my ears, on the other hand, is overwhelming.And so is Vladimir.My dress catches on the edge of the table when he throws me and hikes up to the tops of my thighs, exposing me to his touch. Vladimir leans over me, nipping at my neck with his teeth. One of his hands slides up to where my legs meet. The other reaches up and cups my breast through the thin fabric of the dress. He gently squeezes as his hot tongue snakes around to the base of

VladI stand and sprint back out onto the terrace, grabbing Nina's forearm and dragging her with me. We need to get out of here, but the keycards to the elevator are in my jacket sitting on the table outside.Just as we cross the threshold, mercenaries swing over the edge of the rooftop.They're clad in all black, teeming with weapons and aggression. One of them steps forward in a cocky saunter. "Vladimir Sokolov," he drawls.My hold on Nina tightens as we stop in our tracks. "Nina, stay close," I whisper."So, this is the whore Gino is going crazy over." He rolls up his ski mask to take a closer look at her. His tongue shoots out and runs across his lips like he's savoring a hot meal. I feel an irrational anger curl in my gut. The men level their guns at us."Why have you come to my house?" I say. As I talk, I'm inching towards the large plant to my left. "If Gino has a problem, he should have taken it up with the council."The man snorts. "Gino prefers to handle his business himself

NinaI don't want to die.Vladimir's grip on my shoulder is tight as he propels me down the hallway. Every step sends a stabbing pain into the sole of my feet. I'm doing my best to ignore it, but the painful heat is growing step by step. We make it outside, and the concrete steps on my bare skin are the last straw. I can't suppress the whimper that comes out of my mouth.Vladimir whirls around, keys in hand, to study my face. After a quick once-over, he takes a quick step towards me and hoists me over his shoulder.I yelp. "Are you for real?""You can't walk and we need to move. This is our only option."I just close my eyes and try to ignore the pain. Each step we land on jars my body against his broad shoulder as we round the street corner."Where are we going?""We need to get to the car," Vladimir says. He doesn't stop moving."Wouldn't it just be safer to stay here and wait for backup? Or the cops?"Vladimir sighs impatiently and I realize it was a dumb question. Maybe a mob boss