Page 40 of Oops Baby for the Mafia Boss

“Want it?” he rasps into my ear, before nipping my earlobe.

“Yes. Yes, please. Markov, please,” I beg.

He withdraws the smallest amount then shoves hard back in, hitting the top of me, and yes, it’s too much, but it’s the best sort of low, solid discomfort as my body tries to accommodate him, and I whimper.

“Mine,” he mutters savagely. “You. Baby.Mine.”

I’m clinging to his shoulders as tightly as I did when he carried me, as he thrusts again, this time allowing more.

“Need.Want. You.You.” He punctuates each broken word with another pump of his swollen cock into me.

He’s talking to me. I asked, and he’s trying.

He gave me this whole library, and it’s wonderful. But all I really wish for are threespecificlittle words.

15

MARKOV

I wake to the feel of Emily. In my arms.

We slept together all night, her tucked into me. Her strawberries and cream scent is in my nose. I tighten my arm around her waist.

Emily stirs.

My eyes flick open.

My growl is feral as I roll her underneath me. I grab her hands and tug them above her head, holding them in place with mine. I’m stretched over her.

“Markov, I should get up?—”

I shut her up with a kiss. It’s hard and punishing and I hope tells her very clearly that, no. She should stay right here, with me, in our bed.

My body responds to her closeness and the sweetness of her submission. My expression must be savage when we finally part for air.

Kissing Emily. My god, it’s life.

I’m on top of her. I’m rock-hard, and it only takes a flex of my hips and her legs have opened in welcome. My swollen head is at her entrance.

She’s entirely within my power and we both feel it. She’s soft and tiny and fragile beneath me, and my cock has responded to kissing her with the inevitability of the love and desire I feel for her.

Her pink lips are glistening, and I have a vision of my cock sliding between them as she willingly sucks me down, eyes watering, my hand in her hair, her eagerly trying to take more and more into her throat.

We’re touching all the way down our torsos, her sweet little tits pressed flat by my chest, my hips over hers. I have to say something before I push into her soaking wet heaven.

“I want to get you pregnant again.” I don’t know why that emerges from my mouth.

This is why I avoid talking. I sound like an idiot. Her idiot.

Emotions flicker across Emily’s face. Shock. Desire. Laughter.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” she says, tilting her hips. We’re so close to me just sliding into her.

I press forward and we both groan.

“You already put a baby in me, remember?”

“I’d try.” My cock has a mind of its own, twitching, pressing, desperate to get into her. Closer. Always closer to Emily.