All Chapters of THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Her mind was afire with naughty, delicious thoughts of him touching her even more intimately with his tongue. She tingled from head to toe, and the room was so hazy around her that it felt as though she were swimming in waters heated by the sun. “Oh,” she gasped when his fingers gently parted the delicate folds between her legs. His thumb brushed over the sensitive little nub, and he trailed a single fingertip to her opening where he continued to tease. When he touched his tongue to where his thumb had rested, the most peculiar, spectacular sensation thrilled through her pelvis and into her limbs. Her belly tightened with unbearable pleasure. It flooded her, tightening every muscle until her body quivered with the strain. He continued a slow, decadent dance over feminine flesh, lapping and licking like she was a sweet treat. Her legs shook uncontrollably. Her senses spiraled out of control. She reached down and thrust her fingers into his hair. Her breaths came in ragged, painfu

After hours of driving, Susan’s eyes were growing heavy, and her head occasionally leaned against the seat as the warmth from the coffee began to wear off. Leo noticed, his voice softer as he said, “Close your eyes if you want. We’ll be there soon.”Susan hesitated but eventually let herself relax, lulled by the steady rhythm of the car, Leo’s presence beside her, and the distant lights that grew brighter as they neared their destination.When she woke, the sun was beginning to rise, casting a pale orange glow across the Atlantic City skyline. The glittering lights of the casinos and high-rise hotels lit up the early morning sky, and Leo’s steady voice brought her fully back to reality. “We’re here,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone as he glanced at her sleepy expression.Susan sat up, rubbing her eyes. The vibrant city stretched before them, promising all the glitz and glamour she’d heard about. She felt a surge of excitement mixed with trepidation as Leo navigated the car in

She gripped his shoulders and began lifting herself out of his hands, pushing downward, harder and faster until she rode him as surely as he would a steed. Unable to keep the position any longer, he lay back, hitting the mattress as she came down over him. He helped her, but she was a wild thing in his arms, her hips undulating as she took him over and over. Leo had never been so aroused by a woman. He’d never thought a woman so beautiful or giving. He’d never wanted a woman as he wanted her. His release boiled in his loins, rising like a tumultuous storm. Building, burning. Oh God, he wouldn’t last. He slid his hand between their bodies, finding her slick heat. He stroked her pleasure spot and shuddered in ecstasy when she tightened spasmodically around him. “I can’t last,” he cried hoarsely. “Then let go,” she said. She leaned down and cupped his face in her hands. “I’ll be here to catch you.” Her sweetness flooded his soul. With a strangled gasp, he let go and arched up

"Why don't you try your luck at the slots?" Before she could probe further, Leo gestured toward a row of glittering slot machines. Reluctantly, she agreed, slipping onto one of the leather stools. She felt his hand on her shoulder, reassuring, grounding. “I’ll be back in a moment,” he whispered, his voice low and close, sending a shiver down her spine. Then, without another word, he slipped away, blending into the crowd as if he were a part of it. Slightly unnerved, Susan turned her attention to the machine in front of her, trying to get lost in the rhythm of the game. But her eyes drifted, scanning the room, observing everything and everyone. That’s when she noticed Connor at the blackjack table, his back turned to her as he exchanged a quick nod with someone across the way. Her brow furrowed. What is going on here? She watched, fascinated, as Connor placed an exaggeratedly large bet, flashing a quick signal with his hand as he did. Across the room, Asher mirrored the gesture. Su

Susan’s jaw tightened as she looked at him. “Well, I'm sorry too,” she muttered, her tone clipped. “I’m sorry I let things get this far.” She brushed past him, pulling her suitcase out from the closet and haphazardly tossing clothes into it. Leo watched her, his anger flaring as he took in her rushed, almost defiant movements. “What are you doing?” he demanded, fists clenched as he watched her shove clothes into her bag without a second glance. “Going home,” Susan replied, her tone dripping with false sweetness. A fresh wave of anger washed over him, both at her defiance and his own reaction to it. He shouldn’t care, he reminded himself. If she wanted to leave then so be it. He didn’t chase after anyone—especially not a woman who was so quick to throw in the towel. He could get another woman to take her place for the weekend if he wanted. But he didn't want another woman. He wanted Susan, and the thought of her leaving, of her walking away, was more than he could stomach. He let o