All Chapters of Impregnated By The Mafia Don : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I scoop her up into my arms, carrying her to the huge kingsize bed in my room.She leaves a trail of wet kisses against my throat as I gently lay her down.The soft sheets slide across my still-damp skin and Diana shivers beneath me as I press my body against hers, trapping her between my arms.I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of jasmine and lake water."Do you have any idea how exquisite you are?" I whisper huskily into her ear, making her giggle.The sound warms my heart and I kiss around to the other side of her neck slowly, drinking in every second with this enchanting woman by my side.Diana meets each of my passionate kisses with equal vigor and soon we are wrapped up tightly together, lost in a passionate embrace that neither one us has any intention of breaking away from anytime soon.I'm drowning in her, willingly lost in the taste and feel and scent of her.The rest of the world falls away until there's nothing left but this moment, and t

AnthonyI pace the length of Frankie's study, head pounding.No matter how many times I review the case files, I can't figure out who's feeding information to Damon Atwell.After a long day in front of the laptop, the walls of the study close in.Diana's in the bedroom when I walk in, her hair falling over the back of an old t-shirt.The sight of her calms my frayed nerves.She smiles, dimples peeking out, and pats the spot beside her.I sit, wrapping an arm around her waist and burying my face in her neck. Her scent envelops me, vanilla and jasmine, as her fingers comb through my hair."Rough day?" Her voice vibrates against my cheek.I grunt. "Dead end after dead end. Someone has to be tipping Atwell off, but I can't figure out who or why.""We'll get him." Her confidence in me never wavers."In the meantime, I picked up some DVDs. Want to watch something mindless?"A movie sounds perfect. I pull back to study the selections—all favorites of mine—and smile. "You're too good to me.""

DianaThe click-clack of the keys on the laptop jolts me awake.I peel my eyes open to see Anthony hunched over his laptop, brows furrowed in concentration."Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he murmurs without looking up."Just trying to get an update on the wedding shooting, but I got nothing so far."I stretch and yawn, the sheet slipping down to reveal my naked body.Last night had been intense, passionate, an escape from the chaos that has consumed our lives since Anthony and my supposed wedding."It's okay," I say. "I should get up anyway."I slide out of bed and pad over to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.He smiles against my mouth, hand coming up to cup my face.For a moment, we forget - the death threats, the contracts, the target on our backs.It's just us, just this.But reality always rears it’s ugly head.With a sigh, I pull away, my fingertips trailing down his chest."I'm going to explore the house a bit," I tell him."Holler if you find anything."He nods, alre

DianaThe neon lights of the gas station flicker on against the setting sun of the Montana sky, casting eerie shadows across the deserted parking lot.My heart races in my chest as I pull Frankie's Toyota Corolla to a stop near the pumps.Every light, sound and movement hits me like a solid rock being thrown in my direction.For what I'm about to do is gnawing at my chest.Once I go into this, there's no coming back."Okay, Diana, you can do this," I whisper to myself, gripping the steering wheel tightly.I glance around to make sure no one has followed me.Anthony would be furious if he knew I was going behind his back like this.I keep praying he's still busy researching on the computer, and not following me to town.If he notices me missing, he'd come looking, which is why I chose to drive a few towns over.The station is eerily quiet, as if the world has stopped turning just for this moment.My hands tremble as I step out of the car, adjusting the jacket I'd grabbed in haste from

AnthonyMy heart drops when I notice the white envelope propped against the crisp white pillows on her bed.The elegant penmanship spells out my name, "Anthony" in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.I hesitate for a moment before picking it up, already fearing the contents."Anthony," the note begins, "I saw it. The torture chamber in the basement. I can't pretend I didn't. I thought I could handle being a part of this world, but I was wrong."My chest tightens as I read her words, each one like a cold knife slicing through me.I feel the weight of her fear and the gravity of her decision."Please understand, I do love you. Since this is the last time we will be speaking, I am taking a leap of faith to give you the truth. The night before our wedding, I made promised myself that I would never fall in love with you. At most, I might bring myself to tolerate you. But, the last few weeks together revealed how wrong I was for I did the unthinkable. I fell in love with you, started d