Page 213 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Gia has all the lights off and the curtains drawn. She’s laying on the bed facing away from me, and I can just make out the curl of her hair in the dim light.

“Gia,” I say softly. “Are you awake?”

“No,” she mutters.

Okay. I guess we’re starting then.

Purposefully, I stride over to the bed. I sit so that my hips bump against the curve of her ass.

I’m not going to scare her.

But I am going to get her the hell out of the darkness.

“I think you’re awake, and we need to talk.”

“We’ve done a lot of talking. I’m tired, Sal. Just…”

I gently run my hands up her neck and fist them in her hair. I tug slightly until Gia’s turned over, laying beneath me.

Her eyes are wide, and her lips part slightly in surprise.

“You’re right,” I say roughly. “I think we’re done talking.”

Then, I kiss her.

For a heartbreaking second, I’m terrified that Gia won’t kiss me back. Then, she moans and melts into my mouth.

And from there, everything sets itself right.

I tighten my grip on her hair as she sits up to put her nails on my scalp, running her fingers up and down as she devours my lips. My other hand drifts down to the curve of her hip, where her soft silk nightgown has risen up over the tops of her thighs as she writhes closer to me in the bed.

“Fuck, Gia,” I pant, breaking the kiss for a second to lick the skin of her neck. “You fucking wore this for me, didn’t you?”

“No,” she says aggressively.

I growl. “When you put this—” I roughly tug the dress up, exposing the naked curve of her hip, “on, you put it on for me. Because no one else is going to do this to you,” I grunt.

I punctuate my grunt by sliding two fingers inside of her.

We both moan at that.

“This is mine,” I say against the skin of her neck as I pant against the wetness I feel. “All of this is fucking mine, do you understand?”

“Yes,” Gia breathes.

“Say it, Gia,” I groan.

I’m like a fucking animal right now.

Her smell, the sounds she’s making, the fact she’s pregnant with my baby… it’s lighting something up in my brain that runs deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before.

I feel like I’m beating my chest and screaming at the world.

This woman is mine.

And if you want her, you have to fucking go through me first.

She moans, but I bite the tendon where her neck meets her shoulder. I do it a little hard and she gasps.