PREGNANT FOR THE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA'S HEIR

PREGNANT FOR THE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA'S HEIR

Penelope Kazakhstan

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I never broke eye contact as he slicked his already hard cock up with it. It never did take him long to get hard in my presence, especially after working me open when we had stood under the stream of the shower. Shuffling his ass forward just a little, he pulled me close to help me slowly sink onto his cock. Once my ass was flushed against his lap and he was to the hilt, he sighed, and I could see the exact moment that all the stress left his body. "Thank you." He whispered. ______ I got pregnant after a sizzling one-night stand. I didn't know then he was the son of a billionaire mafia Don. That night, he walked over to me with powerful strides that announced to the world, that he owned it. The dim light dancing over his sculptured face, Teased me with a glimpse of perfection. His deep baritone voice vibrated thru my core, and before I knew it, we were back at my place, thrusting into ecstasy. For hours he took me to heaven and back, But on earth, he became cold as ice. Then, without so much as a name, He walked out the door and out of my life. I tried to forget him, Until I got unexpected news from my doctor weeks later. and before I had time to digest the information, I was snatched by two men. Now I'm in the presence of the Don of all Dons, congratulating me on my pregnancy. And the man that took me to heaven, is now tasked to keep me in hell.

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Aryana

"Here's your drink!"The bartender had to shout for me to hear. I gave a small smile and collected what had to be the fourth drink tonight. I sipped from my glass of whiskey as I turned my attention toward the dance floor. It was so full that you couldn't see the floor.

The vibe in the club was chill, but I couldn't seem to relax. I was so tired! My schedule was hectic. Between studying hard to get my master's degree in psychology and working part-time to pay for my education, it was no wonder that I was so exhausted. That was the reason why I was here by myself. I just wanted to have a drink and have a night's reprieve from all the stress in my life.

I stared at my drink, watching the liquor bounce around in the glass. Then my eyes strayed back to the dance floor. I was tempted to join the throng of sweaty bodies dancing without a care in the world. It made me envious of how they could dance, as if their week had been much better than mine. I downed my drink, stood up, and went to the dance floor.

By the end of the night, I was feeling better. Turning my head, I noticed someone looking at me, and I stopped dancing. I wanted to pretend I had stopped dancing for another reason, but it was because I was astounded at how strikingly handsome this man was!

He was tall with broad shoulders. With the dim lighting at that side of the club, I couldn't make out his features, but from the high cheekbones and sharp jawline I could see, it was clear that this was a man of a high caliber. His gray eyes gazed at me, and I wasn't sure if he had been watching me all along or if it had only been a passing glance, but it was definite now.

It was hard, but I managed to tear my gaze away, breaking the brief connection we shared, and made my way back to the counter. I ordered a glass of water and hurriedly gulped it down, hoping it would quench the heat in my body. I took a deep breath and looked back in his direction. I furrowed my brows when I couldn't see him. I wondered where he had gone, but I wasn't left to contemplate his whereabouts for too long when he appeared beside me. My breath hitched in surprise.

Seeing his face up close was enough to put me in a trance. His gray eyes glittered whenever the strobe lights flickered over his face. It complimented his olive skin.

"Can I get a tequila?" His deep voice echoed in my ears as he addressed the bartender. The magnetism of his voice was enough to jolt me out of my blatant staring.

When the bartender returned with the mysterious man's drink, I had expected the man to leave. Instead, he sat on one of the stools, leaving me excitedly confused. I was happy he had stayed and wondered if he would speak to me. When I saw him earlier, it didn't look like he had come alone. Weren't his friends waiting for him? I looked back but couldn't catch any sight of his companions. I shrugged. I wasn't complaining.

"Um..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say, as I got lost in his deep gaze that seemed unfathomable.

"Would you like to dance?" The man asked, a small smirk hanging on the corner of his lips.

This stranger wanted to dance with me? There was no way I was about to refuse. I smirked back and stood up.

Wow! Standing beside him made it clear just how tall he was. My head only approached his collarbone, meaning I had to tip my head back to make eye contact with him. I didn't want to admit how much that made my legs quiver.

"Sure," I replied and took his offered hand. As he led me back to the dance floor, I tried not to dwell on how warm and big his hand was. Judging by the calluses on his palm, he was not a stranger to hard work. It made sense with how strong his body looked under his black, silky shirt.

My hips swayed, and my hands and arms began to move with the music. I wasn't aware of my own body, only his, as he placed his large hands on my hips and tugged me closer to him. One dance led to another and another. His skin glistened as the beads of sweat rolled down his collarbone. As the bar faded into a blur, we never spoke to each other, and the world became just us.

Our bodies moved as one. Perversely, I reveled in the dampness of his silk shirt. I imagined being with him in bed, embracing him after making tumultuous love. With my eyes closed, I could feel his breath and heartbeat. I opened my eyes and saw a bead of sweat roll down his face. I followed its path, stopping when it reached his mouth. I don't know how long I stared at his heart-shaped lips. I unconsciously licked my own, and my body was set on fire when I noticed his eyes watching my mouth and tracing my tongue. I did it again, but slowly. I basked in how his eyes got darker and glowed with lust.

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