Conquered by the Mafia Boss

His arms wrap around me tight and my eyes roll as he rams his hips. Air knocks from my chest with his thrusts, leaving me gasping. Holy fuck.

Another sharp pain hits my flesh, this time on my unmarked breast. He soothes it immediately, circling his tongue around my nipple and sucking hard-delivering a jolt of pleasure to my core.

Panting, he moves himself away from me, his cock slipping out. Then his rough hands seize my hips and flip me over so that I’m on all fours. A vicious slap hits my right cheek right before his thighs press against mine and that delicious pressure spears through me.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“You’re mine.”

My screams reverberate through the apartment as he pulls me against him, cock hammering my tight cunt until I feel myself falling apart. His weight bears on me and I fall forward, catching myself by my elbows. He pounds me into the mattress, his hand sneaking underneath my body to cup my swollen breast. My screams punctuate the sounds of his groans and his balls slapping against my pussy.

His body undulates like a wave, shoving me toward the wall. My palms flatten against it, my arms absorbing the shock of his thrusts. He kisses my neck, his frantic breathing billowing over my damp skin.

“Come, baby. Come for me.”

A violent tremor rocks through my body as I clench myself and push against his hips, feeling the gush of liquid as he jerks against me. His weight sags over me as his cock ruts me deep, filling my womb with his cum. My head turns with his finger and he kisses me long and hard, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. Exhausted, my body melts into a pool as shocks of pleasure hit my heart.

He takes me in his arms and rolls over. Smooth hands glide over my skin, pulling me close as I nestle my head right under his, inhaling his masculine scent.

He won’t be a room away anymore. I won’t be able to fuck him, feel his heart thrumming against my ear like it is now. I’ll just be alone.

A blaring cacophony of honking horns doesn’t penetrate the solitude I’ve created in this car. Their high beams flash behind us, but Jack ignores them pointedly. His strong hand grips mine, his thumb caressing my skin.

I don’t want to go.

I don’t want to step outside this car and leave him, but my eyes refuse to make tears. I won’t make this harder on him.

“How long do you think I’ll have to stay away?”

“I don’t know.”

What if he never calls for me? What if he has to miss the birth of his child?

“I just know that I need to protect my family. This is the only way I know how.”

A smoldering feeling burns at my grief. I stamp it under my feet. “I understand.”

Then time freezes. Someone’s waiting for the other to say good-bye. Jack cracks first, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek. It’s so dry. Devoid of passion. But then he lingers there, stroking my cheek.

“I love you.”

I look away from the affection shining in his eyes. “I love you, too.”

“This isn’t good-bye, Beatrice. I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay.”

I unbuckle my seatbelt and he springs out of his car to help get the luggage out of the trunk. With a great sigh I open the door and step out into the bright sunshine.

People walk quickly to and from the metro station as rush hour casts its orange gaze over the streets. Jack lifts my suitcase out of the car. A white bandage still sticks on his neck, hiding his latest brush with death.

A petrifying feeling slowly freezes my body. How the fuck can we do this? The MC is after him, and the mob is full of rats. How long before one of them gets him? The goal seems insurmountable-impossible. Maybe he could’ve handled one of the crises. But two at once?

This might be the last time I see him alive.

The roll of my suitcase cuts away my thoughts as Jack slides a comforting arm around my waist.

“I guess this is good-bye for now.”

I can’t take it.

I curl into his arms and seize his waist, looking up at him but not finding the words. What am I supposed to say? Good luck? What I really want to do is beg him to come with me, to plead with him to stay alive. Stay the fuck alive.”Jack, I’m scared.”

His hand tightens around my waist. “Just board a train and go. Get the hell out of here. You’ll be fine.”

I’m not scared for myself.

“What about you?”

He lifts an eyebrow. “I can take care of myself. Don’t worry about me. You’re the one carrying something special.”

His hand momentarily brushes over my stomach and I hold him there, thinking of the tiny life growing inside me. Fuck, I forgot I was pregnant on top of everything else.

“I’ll do everything I can to bring our family back together, but you have to promise me something.” He grabs both my shoulders and digs into my bones. “Don’t come back here. No matter what you might hear, you have to promise me you’ll stay away until I call you.”

Never come back?

A tremor creeps into my voice. “What if something happens to you?”

“Not even then. Beatrice, promise me.”

I can’t do it. The carefully constructed wall I built around me starts to topple. It’s too much.

“I can’t do that!”

The grip on my shoulders is painful. “You have to. For both our sakes.”

I squeeze his middle, unable to bear the moment when I’ll have to tear myself away. “But-”

“Promise me!”

A glint of desperation fractures his eyes.

“I-I promise.”

“Good girl.”

My body bumps his chest as he pulls me in, slowly squeezing air out of me.

“I love you, baby. I’ll come back for you soon.”