Conquered by the Mafia Boss

What makes you think that he’ll even be a good father?

My chest freezes as he plants a kiss on my stunned face, rubbing my back as if to soothe me. He’s very good at imitating acts of affection, but without the warmth it feels so empty. There’s passion in his eyes, but it’s not for me-it’s for the baby.

“I don’t know you.”

He makes a sound through his nose and sinks into the pillow. “You never get to know someone.”This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What does that mean?”

“Everybody has something to hide.” A dark shadow crosses his eyes like a storm. “Like you.”

“Like me?”

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You didn’t tell me you were his daughter. You could have if you wanted to, but you didn’t.”

“Then you wouldn’t have fucked me.”

“Wrong.”

Strong hands reach around my head and pull me closer so that his breath billows over my lips.

“I was fucked the moment I saw you. Nothing in the world would have stopped me from chasing you.”

It’s the perfect thing to say, even if it’s a lie.

His lips fall against mine, softer than they’ve ever felt before, and then I’m not so sure.

I don’t care. I need to be able to hope.

JOHNNY

She pretends to sleep as I get dressed, even as I sit next to her head, admiring the view of the sheets only partially obscuring her gorgeous tits. The more I look at the rather perfect image of her soft brown hair splayed over her cheek, fluttering with every breath and the swell of her milky breasts, the more I feel my cock getting stiff. I already fucked her this morning, and goddamn it, I want her again.

I grab the edge of the sheets and drag them over her shoulders, pretending that I don’t know she’s faking it, and then I give her a kiss on the cheek. Guilt stirs inside me for the things I said last night that I didn’t mean. I whispered sweet things that she needed to hear from me, that women like to hear, but I feel nothing but a burning desire for that pussy and a need to protect what’s mine.

My fiancée.

My baby.

It’s hard to feel close to them yet. I feel proud, as though I’m finally a whole man, with a fiancée and a baby on the way. It’s what I always wanted, but she’s going to want more. That’s why I do these little gestures-covering her while she “sleeps” and telling her that I’m crazy about her. If it makes her a happy wife, what’s the harm in it?

I stand up from the bed and start walking toward the door.

“Where are you going?” she calls out after me, as clear as day without a trace of sleepiness in her voice.

Maya sits upright, the sheets gathered at her waist. I’m distracted by how gorgeous she looks topless, and how badly I want them in my hands again.

Maddon.

“I’m going out for a while.”

She raises an eyebrow. “For what?”

“Work.”

“Where?”

I let out a long sigh. “You’re going to have to get used to me going out at all hours, and not knowing what I’m doing at those hours.”

She throws the sheets aside and slips out of bed. I clench my teeth as my fiancée walks toward me, completely naked. Maya stands inches from me, her tits in grabbing range.

“So, are the same rules extended to me?”

“What?”

She smirks. “I get to go out whenever I want, for however long I want and I don’t have to tell you jack shit?”

I smile back. “No.”

“Well, that’s bullshit.”

“I’m a boss, sweetheart. I don’t get run around by anyone, not even my future wife.”

Boy, does that piss her off. Her nostrils flare and she jabs her fingers at me.

“Listen to me, you sexist asshole-”

“-You better stop there.”

“I’ll say whatever the fuck I want.”

Goddamn it, she’s a hotheaded little spitfire. She’s so beautiful when she’s pissed off. No one looks at me the way she does. She actually meets my gaze and holds it.

“I love the way you are, Maya, but you can’t act like this in front of other people. You can’t say whatever the fuck you want all the time.”

“Why not?”

“Because there are consequences. Bigger ones than getting my hand across your ass, I mean.”

“Oh, is that a threat?”

Will nothing I say work on this broad?

“You need to understand that my reputation is at stake if you’re running your mouth at me in front of other men. It makes me look weak.”

She crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“People have gotten killed for less.”