Conquered by the Mafia Boss

The intensity in his eyes drops to a low simmer. “I didn’t know how badly I wanted a family until your dad threatened to take it away from me.”

A small thrill runs through me when I feel the protectiveness of his words, but it’s not just that. He wants a family-he wants to possess me.

“I know it doesn’t make sense. I can’t explain it.”

I never thought I would keep a baby from a one-night stand, but here we are. I don’t know why, but I trust him. He’ll take care of me and the baby. He’s a fucking Italian, for fuck’s sake. It’s practically encoded in their DNA.

“All I know is that I just need to protect what’s mine.”

My heart jumps in my chest. “You’re mine, too.”

A small smile curls his lips as he slides his hand down the table and takes my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Yes.”

“I mean it, Johnny.”

“I don’t plan on getting another wife.”

“You know what I mean. No fucking strippers, cocktail waitresses-I’m the only one who gets to touch your dick.”

A smirk staggers across his face. “I find the fact you think that I chase hired pussy insulting-”

“I saw you staring at that cocktail waitress’ ass the second time we met.”

His smirk refuses to disappear and my insides boil with heat as he leans across the table, his hand stroking my knee underneath. “You’re already fucking jealous, huh?”

It’s not exactly jealousy, but I can’t deny that I’m worried. He has a crazy sex drive, and what’ll happen when I’m huge and there are hot waitresses and strippers strutting around him all day at work?

“You don’t need to be jealous, Maya.”

“My stomach is going to swell and I’m going to get fat-”

It feels ridiculous to admit these stupid, insecure fears of mine as he inches his hand up my thigh.

“You’ll be sexy.”

His dark eyes seem to glow at me from across the table, and I can tell that he means it. Maybe he’s even looking forward to it. It brings a smile to my face.

“My child is inside you, and you’re wearing my ring. Why would I want someone else, when I have you all to myself? All I want to do is fuck you until my cock stops working.”

Greedy fingers squeeze my thigh and a sudden flare shoots between my legs, sending heat to my face. No one’s ever looked at me the way he does. He makes me feel like a prize. It’s the way his eyes linger on every inch of my skin, and the way he strokes my body after he fucks me, as though he still wants me. I’m addicted to that. The more I look into his eyes, the more I just want to call this whole dinner off and go home.

“Have you thought about names?”

“A little bit,” he admits. “I like Matteo, for a boy.”

Thinking of the baby sends my heart racing.

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“It’ll be fine.”

“I have no one to look up to. You don’t understand what it was like growing up in that place.”

“That’s exactly why you’ll be a great mom. You survived that shit-hole.”

Confidence blazes from him, but I can’t help the trembling of my hand. I wish I could be that sure of myself. I only know what I know.

“You’ve been there?”

“Many times.” He clasps his hands on the table. “Bikers have no fucking class, no offense.”

He’s right, but it’s a little rich to hear him say that.

“Your opening line to me was, ‘I want to fuck you.'”

White teeth flash at me as he lets out a short laugh and shrugs apologetically. “I was just getting to the point, sweetheart.”

“Nothing gets to a girl’s heart faster.”

The corners of his lips turn. “You didn’t seem to mind any of the filthy shit I said to you.”

“Well-”

“You definitely didn’t mind that filthy shit when I did them to you.”

Cocky bastard.

“If you’ve been to the fortress, then you know what it’s like there.”

“I guess.”

I lean in across the table. “I don’t want our kid to be surrounded by violence.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

My voice lowers to a whisper. “But your job-”

“Unlike your father, we don’t involve our women and kids in the family business.” He slides his hand along my arm. “I don’t bring my work home.”

My eyes search him, the handsome, dark suit, his hair neatly swept, the deep, earnest eyes. He’s not lying. How could that be possible?

“Sounds too good to be true.”

The smirk lifts to his eyes. “It probably does after living in that place for so long. It may come as a surprise to you after hearing your father’s bullshit, but we respect our families.”

His hand slides away from me as I slowly digest that. It sounds like a fantasyland.

“What’s your family like?”