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One Night Mistake… Now I Carry the Mafia Heir

Z_Hira
Warning: Contains sexual content. I opened my mouth to scream, to beg, but my voice came out as a desperate rasp: "Please... don't leave me like this... finish it..." In that moment, while my body was burning with anticipation, I felt something entirely different. It wasn't the touch of his fingers this time, but a piercing cold that shocked my heated skin at my neck. It was a piece of ice, held skillfully between his lips, trailing with agonizing slowness down toward my chest. The contrast was terrifying and maddeningly arousing; the freezing ice making my pores constrict, followed immediately by the heat of his warm lips chasing the trail of the melt. I could hear the wet friction of his fingers inside my pussy and the sound of him suckling my breast. I felt as though my body was no longer mine; I was merely a mass of ignited nerves at his mercy, starving for him to end this torture and fill me completely with his entire being. But this time he drew closer until his scorching breath hit my ear, and he whispered in a hoarse voice dripping with lust: "Do you want me to put my dick inside you?" I didn't hesitate for a second; my body was screaming for it. "Yes... I want it." I felt the hot head of his dick touch the opening of my pussy. He began to tease it, sliding up and down, gliding easily due to the heavy wetness that drenched me. ----------- In just one night, everything changed. I gave myself to a mysterious stranger, A man whose face I have never seen but whose touch I could never forget. Now, I am pregnant, and the scandal threatens to destroy my family’s reputation in our small town. To cover the "shame," my family rushed to marry me off to a depraved old man. But on my wedding day, the church doors didn't just open they were shattered. A cold-blooded killer stormed the ceremony and put a bullet through my groom’s head before he could even touch me. I was kidnapped and whisked away to a private, fortress-like island where I finally met my captor. It turns out, the "stranger" from that fateful night wasn't just anyone. He is one of the most dangerous men in the underworld the Mafia Devil. And he has come to claim the only thing he values more than power: His unborn heir. "You belong to me now," he whispered against my skin. "And no one dead or alive will ever take what is mine." ----------------- #MafiaRomance #DarkRomance #SecretBaby #PossessiveLead #Kidnapping
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