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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 184. Little Timmy
Amy had never been taken like this before - with such raw, animalistic intensity. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, obliterating every thought beyond the feel of him inside her, stretching her, claiming her.She could feel the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in her core, threatening to snap at any moment. Her thighs began to quake, her walls fluttering around his thick length as he hit that sweet spot inside her again and again.“Lucas,” she gasped. “I’m… I’m going to…”“Not yet,” he commanded roughly, reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies to circle her clit with his thumb. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart.”A strangled cry escaped her lips as she came.Lucas didn’t let up, pistoning into her with deep, powerful thrusts.“Oh god,” he rasped. “I can’t control myself.”With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt one final time, finding his own release. She felt the hot spurts of his seed painting her inner walls as he shudd
Last Updated : 2025-01-14The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 185. Harpy
Lucas woke up to the bright sunlight assaulting his eyes and the feel of a plump ass pressed against his groin.He groaned inwardly as he looked at the time. It was already past noon.He couldn’t believe he let Amy talk him into having sex for the second time.And then again this morning.Lucas sighed, running a hand over his face as the events of the past twelve hours replayed in his mind. He had no idea how Amy managed to seduce him so easily.Little nymph.He shifted slightly, trying not to wake her, but the feel of her bare skin against his sent a jolt through him. His cock stirred despite his better judgment.Get a grip, he scolded himself.Amy stirred, letting out a contented hum as she stretched lazily, pressing her body even closer to his. “Mmm, morning, Slut,” she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with satisfaction.Lucas groaned, burying his face in her hair. “It’s noon, and don’t call me that.”“Sorry. I shall call you Timmy’s Dad instead,” she muttered.Lucas sat up. “Tha
Last Updated : 2025-01-15The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 1. RIP Julian
“You are Valerie Foster?” Antonio Costello asked in a thick Italian accent, his deep voice surprisingly gentle. Valerie looked at him, studying his features slowly and carefully. He appeared to be in his late thirties with jet-black hair and eyes so dark they seemed almost black. His face, while almost handsome, had a deep scar running from his forehead down to his cheek on the right side, making him look intimidating, to say the least.He sat with an air of confidence, his posture tall and regal, indicating a man of power and strength. Even seated, his broad shoulders and the powerful build of his chest and arms hinted at his impressive height.He looked absolutely terrifying, Valerie thought.One look at Antonio Costello and Valerie could tell he wasn’t a man to be trifled with.“Yes,” she replied briskly, holding her stomach protectively as if to protect her baby from the predator in front of her. She was sitting on a couch in front of him with one of her brother’s men standing beh
Last Updated : 2024-07-03The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 2. In for a Treat
Oh no. Why?Why now?Of all the times to go into labor, now was definitely the worst. Valerie could already feel the first contractions coming on, a sharp pain that made her grit her teeth and clutch at her belly. The pain was intense, more than she had expected, and it came with a force that demanded her full attention. Her thoughts raced, worry intertwining with the realization that there was no turning back now. She’d prepared for this, rehearsed it a dozen times in her mind, but somehow, standing here in the midst of an unexpected moment, none of it felt like enough.Antonio looked at her with raised eyebrows, his smug smile quickly disappearing. “Err…Valerie?” he asked, suddenly sounding less confident and more… worried?She ignored him, breathing heavily as she tried to ride out the pain. Caught up in the moment, her mind focused only on getting through this ordeal. She couldn’t give birth in front of this man! What if he tried to kill her? She could feel the liquid seeping down
Last Updated : 2024-07-03The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 3. Oops!
Antonio Costello had never been so frightened in his life. Here he was, apparently helping a woman give birth to her child, and he wasn't even the real father! All he wanted to do this morning was to meet Julian's woman, get her to give him the codes Julian stole from him, and send her on her way. But instead, he was doing...this. Madness. Absolute madness. Antonio burst through the sterile doors, his breath catching in his throat. He was in the delivery room, and in front of him was Julian's little redheaded girlfriend, screaming her head off. Valerie Foster was a thing of beauty with her fiery red hair and large green eyes. Her skin was pale, right now, paler than usual had sprinkles of freckles all over. Antonio didn't particularly have a type when it came to women, but looking at Valerie, he suddenly realized he was a sucker for redheads. "Cara mia," Antonio started, his voice stuttering, "I'm here." "Here? Here!" She spat the word like venom, her emerald eyes blazi
Last Updated : 2024-07-03The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 4. Accidental Father
River Foster, the leader of the Red Vipers, rushed to the hospital as soon as his henchman Samuel told him his sister Valerie was going into labor right in front of that damned Antonio Costello. Jesus Christ, how could this be happening? What was Valerie doing visiting one of the most dangerous men in the city and, not to mention one of his enemies?His wife Ellie grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly, grounding him in the moment. He turned to look at her, finding her eyes wide with worry, mirroring the same fear he felt tightening in his chest. “Valerie is going to be okay, River. Don’t worry,” she said in an attempt to comfort him. Her fingers trembled slightly against his, yet her grip was steady.River nodded but didn’t say anything, his jaw clenched and his gaze distant.The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity for River, his mind racing with worry for Valerie. He couldn’t shake the image of her in pain, with that smug bastard Antonio standing over her. The thought of h
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Ellie Foster stared at Antonio Costello and then back at her husband. Antonio and River had been rivals for a while now, and she knew River was itching to kill him right now. Or at least, badly hurt him. But unfortunately, he had his sister and her newborn baby to think about. But did Antonio just say he signed Valerie’s baby’s birth certificate?Ellie’s eyes widened, and she instinctively tightened her hold on the baby. “What do you mean, accidentally?” she asked, her voice a mix of incredulity and disbelief.Antonio shrugged nonchalantly, the grin still plastered on his face. “When Valerie was being rushed in, there was a lot of confusion. The nurses asked me to fill out some forms, and I…well, I might have put my name down as the father.” He glanced at me, his expression oddly proud. “So, it seems I am now officially the father of this adorable bambino.”Ellie was speechless, and River looked like his anger was momentarily eclipsed by sheer shock. “You…you can’t just do that,” Rive
Last Updated : 2024-07-03The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 6. His Dad
Valerie's eyes flickered open. Blurry ceiling tiles came into focus above her, and the sharp scent of antiseptic burned her nose. Where was he? Where was her son?She heard his faint cry before she passed out, so she knew he was alive.She craned her neck, peering around the small hospital room. Empty. Panic bubbled in her chest. Where was her son!?"Nurse!" Her throat was raw. She winced, swallowing hard. "Where's my baby?"A woman in pink scrubs hurried to Valerie's bedside. "Please try to relax, Miss Foster.""Relax?" Valerie rasped. "How can I relax? Where is he?""Oh god, did something happen to him? But the doctor said he was healthy when they checked last time. Is he okay?" Valerie breathed.The nurse checked Valerie's IV, avoiding her gaze. "The baby is perfectly healthy. He is in the nursery with his dad."His dad?"My baby doesn't have a dad," Val said.Heck...he didn't even have a name yet.I want to see him," Valerie struggled to sit up, clutching the thin blanket. "Bring
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 185. Harpy
Lucas woke up to the bright sunlight assaulting his eyes and the feel of a plump ass pressed against his groin.He groaned inwardly as he looked at the time. It was already past noon.He couldn’t believe he let Amy talk him into having sex for the second time.And then again this morning.Lucas sighed, running a hand over his face as the events of the past twelve hours replayed in his mind. He had no idea how Amy managed to seduce him so easily.Little nymph.He shifted slightly, trying not to wake her, but the feel of her bare skin against his sent a jolt through him. His cock stirred despite his better judgment.Get a grip, he scolded himself.Amy stirred, letting out a contented hum as she stretched lazily, pressing her body even closer to his. “Mmm, morning, Slut,” she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with satisfaction.Lucas groaned, burying his face in her hair. “It’s noon, and don’t call me that.”“Sorry. I shall call you Timmy’s Dad instead,” she muttered.Lucas sat up. “Tha
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 184. Little Timmy
Amy had never been taken like this before - with such raw, animalistic intensity. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, obliterating every thought beyond the feel of him inside her, stretching her, claiming her.She could feel the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in her core, threatening to snap at any moment. Her thighs began to quake, her walls fluttering around his thick length as he hit that sweet spot inside her again and again.“Lucas,” she gasped. “I’m… I’m going to…”“Not yet,” he commanded roughly, reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies to circle her clit with his thumb. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart.”A strangled cry escaped her lips as she came.Lucas didn’t let up, pistoning into her with deep, powerful thrusts.“Oh god,” he rasped. “I can’t control myself.”With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt one final time, finding his own release. She felt the hot spurts of his seed painting her inner walls as he shudd
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 183. Different
The kiss caught Amy off guard, her eyes widening as their lips met. She froze for a split second before parting her lips and allowing him to slip his tongue inside.And oh, was she glad she did.Amy’s heart pounded in her chest as Lucas flipped her on her back and deepened the kiss, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. It felt so good—the way his lips moved against hers, his weight pressing on her, the heat that spread through her body like wildfire.This was wrong. So wrong. She barely knew this man. They just met less than twenty-four hours ago!And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to make him stop.His fingers tightened on her waist, his touch possessive.Amy’s hands, which had been hovering awkwardly in the air, found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly. Every rational thought screamed at her to push him away, to put an end to this madness, but her body refused to obey.When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their faces mere inches apart. Lucas’
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 182. Human Tornado
Lucas snapped out of his daze, stammering as he tried to form a coherent response. “I was just— I brought you some clothes,” he managed, holding up the bundle in his arms like a peace offering.Amy’s eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on the curtain. “And you thought the best way to give them to me was to barge into the bathroom while I was showering?”“No! I mean, I heard singing and I thought—”“You thought what? That you’d get a free peep show?” Amy snapped.“No, of course not!” Lucas protested, his own face burning. “I have no desire to watch you shower.”“Then why are you still standing here and staring at my naked body, you creep?” she demanded.Lucas shook his head as if to shake off this ridiculous situation. “If you are so bothered by me looking at you, why aren’t you covering yourself up already?”Her face turned even redder, if it was even possible. “Be-because…I have nothing to be ashamed of,” she said, tilting her chin up. “It is your job to be a gentleman and look away.
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 181. Naked
Lucas came to a sudden halt in front of his bedroom door and spun around, his eyes blazing with intensity. Amy caught off guard, stumbled to a stop, and almost collided with his chest, but she managed to steady herself just in time.“What are you doing?” Lucas demanded, his voice sharp and accusing.“What do you mean?” she asked innocently.“Why are you following me?” he asked.Amy crossed her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You just ran off without making sure I was taken care of first! Where am I going to sleep?”Lucas blinked, momentarily thrown off by her response. “What?”Amy gestured dramatically around them. “This house is the size of a small country, Lucas. How am I supposed to find my way to wherever your guest rooms are? You didn’t exactly leave me a map.”He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “I don’t know. Go ask someone.”“Ask someone? You’re my host, so it’s your responsibility to make sure I’m settled. Isn’t that Host Etiquette 101?” she quipped.Luca
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 180. Intimate Dinner
Lucas threw the plastic bag at the girl, watching it fall on her lap. “Here,” he said irritably.Amy looked at the item on her lap and wrinkled her big nose. “What is this?” she asked dumbly.“Food,” he said.“This is not food! This is Cinnabon,” she argued.Lucas sighed. “Yes. Cinnabon is food. Why are you questioning it? I thought you said you were hungry.”Amy picked up the bag, eyeing it with suspicion as though it might explode. “What, you didn’t have any real food in your creepy kidnapper stash?”Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience rapidly dwindling. “You are testing my patience.”“I want real food,” Amy declared. “Eric said you had dinner planned for Alicia. Well, she is not here to enjoy it, so I might as well do it in her place.”Lucas let out a sharp breath, his frustration bubbling dangerously close to the surface. “First of all, this isn’t a five-star restaurant. Second, you’re not even supposed to be here.”Amy arched an eyebrow, unfazed. “I don’t care. I a
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 179. A Bad Guest
“What do we do now, genius?” Amy snorted, breaking the awkward silence that was stretching on for what felt like hours.Ugh, what a mess.As if life wasn’t already chaotic enough, she had been dragged off her cozy couch and transported to who knows where to fulfill some creep’s sick desires.And to make matters even worse, it wasn’t even her that this pervert was after. No, it was her spoiled brat of a stepsister, as always.It would have been nice to feel wanted by someone, but nope…it just had to be her annoying stepsister instead.Lucas, standing by the window with his back to Amy, didn’t bother turning around. Instead, he let out a long, frustrated sigh, his breath fogging up the glass as he stared out into the blizzard.“You could start by shutting up,” he muttered, his voice low but sharp.Amy scoffed, crossing her arms and glaring at his back. “Oh, excuse me, Your Royal Highness. Maybe I’m just a little upset about being dragged out here against my will by your band of merry id
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 178. Snowstorm
Lucas Foster grinned as he heard the commotion from the balcony.A woman’s voice was screaming, arguing with his men. He couldn’t see her face from up here, but he knew exactly who she was.After all, he was the one who ordered his men to kidnap her.Alicia Smith.The idea of kidnapping her came to his mind a few days ago when he was staring at her picture on his phone.“Damn you, Alicia,” he had muttered, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “Why can’t you see that I can make you the happiest woman in the world?”Alicia Smith, the woman of his fucking dreams, the woman who acted like he was nothing but dirt under her shoes.“I planned to give you the world on a silver platter,” Lucas growled to himself, his fingers tightening around his phone. “Designer dresses, five-star restaurants, front-row fashion shows. What more could you possibly want?”He closed his eyes, recalling their last encounter when Alicia scoffed at his advances. Again.“I’m flattered, Lucas, really,” she had said. “But I
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 177. Tiffany and Jacob Epilogue
Tiffany and Jacob are standing at the entrance of Amalfi Cucina, greeting everyone who comes in.She is wearing a red cocktail dress; her hair twisted up into an elegant bun, while Jacob is wearing his best suit.Today is an important night, after all.Jacob’s hand is resting lightly on the small of her back, a gesture both protective and proud.“Welcome!” Tiffany exclaims, embracing an elderly couple. “We’re so thrilled you could make it, Mr. and Mrs. Rossi.”Jacob nods, shaking Mr. Rossi’s hand. “Your usual table is waiting for you. I hope you’ll find our new menu to your liking.”As the couple moves inside, Jacob’s smile falters slightly. He tugs at his collar, a bead of sweat forming on his brow despite the cool evening air. Tiffany is busy welcoming more guests, her melodic voice carrying across the foyer.Jacob’s eyes scan the crowd until he spots River near the bar. With a quick squeeze of Tiffany’s arm, he murmurs, “I’ll be right back, Scar.”Weaving through the throng of peopl
