Pregnant After A One Night Stand With The Mafia Novels & Stories

I stepped out of it and spread my legs wide open as he went on his knees and lick my clit like an hungry man who hasn’t eaten for days and when he finally see food, it turned out to be his favorite dish. From licking to sucking, from sucking to eating, everything was just too much for me to handle. I was still trying to process everything when he stood up and bent me forcefully over the edge of the bed. Without any second thoughts, he slammed his dick right inside of me and fucked me hard. I could only moan and scream from pain and pleasure. He increased his pace and I could sense he was about to come inside of me when I tried to stop him from doing so. With everything happening in our lives

After growing up in an abusive home, living in the streets afterwards and becoming a Mafia boss, I feel like the heavens have finally smiled at me. And I'm not mistaken about wanting to marry her. Mia was my peace. My home. The one my heart will forever be with. After taking more shots, I lost my control. I pinned her wet body against the sand, spread her thighs wide open and buried my cock inside her pussy. And as the sun set, I made sure Mia knew— She was mine. To love. To hold. And I was going to pursue her.

She remembered Nico’s low growl the first time he came inside her: *“No barriers between us, princess. We want to feel everything.” Now that choice had consequences. Pregnant. With a mafia baby. Possibly two fathers. The reality crashed over her like ice water. She was twenty-two. Sold. Owned. And now carrying the child of the men who had bought her. Panic clawed up her throat. She wrapped the tests in tissue and buried them deep in the trash, then showered until the water ran cold. When she stepped out, Nico and Dante were already gone for the day—business, they’d said. She had time to think. To breathe. To figure out how to tell them… or whether she even could.

It had a fantastic silver color and it was spiral binded. Morgan Stanley was sent out of the kingdom by his evil stepmother two days after his father and mother were ruthless assassinated by his stepmother and her lover, Damian shakes an important official in the kingdom who was a close friend to the late king.. Morgan moved out of the palace leaving behind his four months pregnant wife, Scarlett in the mercy of his stepsisters who were bent on making Scarlett smell hell. Scarlett a slave from the neighboring village that Morgan fell helplessly inlove with, began nursing her big plans to reunite herself with the love of her life.

He asked again yanking her in front of him harshly as she slowly looked up at him. "I wasn't.. Trying to do anything.. They weren't leaving me alone.” She tried explaining but Zeke glared at her. "These people are not normal human Danica. Everyone in here is a mafia or belongs to a mafia family. You must not mess with anyone here, do you understand me?" He looked at her furiously making her to give him a nod as he walked away with her following him behind.

He opened his arms for me and the three of us hugged and jumped together. "I’m pregnant, Jaxon," I repeated. A small fear crept up inside of me. "Listen to me," I begged. He could hear the seriousness in my tone and placed Camilla back down in her pack-n-play. He took my hand in his. "What is it?" "I’m pregnant. I can’t help thinking about the first time I was pregnant. That could have been stress and the situation or we could have just gotten lucky with Camilla. But either way, I need to be careful and as stress-free as possible. I’ll probably need to rest more. That means we 100 percent need to stay out of the mafia life or this isn’t going to work. We are going to have two kids, more to l

“Max! It’s been days. I was starting to worry.” “I’m okay,” I lied. She studied my face. “You look tired. Are you eating well? You don’t look like yourself.” “I… need to tell you something, Mumma.” Her smile faded. “I’m pregnant.” Her hand flew to her mouth. She didn’t speak. Her expression froze between disbelief and heartbreak. “I didn’t plan it,” I said quickly, my voice cracking. “It was one mistake… one night. I’m sorry.” The silence was unbearable. I wanted her to yell, cry, something. But she just sat there, eyes wide and glassy, as if my words were still sinking in.

# *The Mafia and His Stepsister* ### Bonus Epilogue: A Different Kind of Forever The morning sun spilled across the marble floors of the villa, turning everything gold. Aria stretched beneath the silk sheets, the warm sea breeze teasing her hair. She blinked sleepily and turned her head — and there he was. Luciano. Already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and rumpled, reading the morning paper like he didn’t rule an empire of blood and power.

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

“I did a little digging into your boyfriend, sorry, ex-boyfriend.” I shot him a glare and he chuckled, before he continued, “He's a bastard son. After Gabriel's father died, Lilian—”he shrugged“—fucked another man and got pregnant. Obviously that part was kept under wraps. A woman being the head of a Mafia is bad enough, if word got out that she was pregnant, it'll make them vulnerable. Aiden kept his father's name, Smith.” He paused and looked at me as I listened with rapt attention. His name was part of the reasons why I couldn't connect the dots. If his surname was Martinez, maybe I would have caught on. At least now I know not everything was a lie. He told me his real name.