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Secret Heiress: The Mafia Billionaire's Surrogate  Novel Cover

Secret Heiress: The Mafia Billionaire's Surrogate

“Congratulations, Mrs. Gray. You are pregnant!” Valerie thought her world had fallen apart after learning she was pregnant with Mason's child, causing her to change her mind and fly away from the mess she started. Forget her plan to end Mason's life and ruin everything he had. She's willing to forget the fact Mason killed her father for the safety of the child in her womb. To leave everything behind, including Mason. ~~~~~~~ After Valerie's dad died, she changed her mind and wanted to use the power she inherited to kill the person behind her father's death, Mason Gray. She entered his territory with a different identity to take revenge, but things got ugly when she got pregnant unexpectedly. So, she left him with the news and didn't leave any tracks. But what if she discovered who was really behind her father's death? Will Valerie finally consider her feelings for Mason? What if Mason finds out about her pregnancy and is willing to forget the past? Will she accept him, or will Valerie keep her decision to live far away from him?
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Chapter 3

Valerie's POV

I'm waiting inside this luxurious room that I never thought existed in his house. Everything is black, from the furniture to interior design and carpet. I'm sitting on this luxurious leather single-seater couch, wandering inside this bedroom because it seems private. Dominic sent me here after ensuring I'm dressed, and I can't stop getting nervous.

I'm wearing a red silk nightgown and robe with no underwear underneath. I intentionally don't wear underwear because I have to show him how desperate I am to be his surrogate and to get the money. After a few minutes of waiting, the door clicked and opened. Mason was exposed to me; he headed inside before shutting the door and stood before me.

“Stand up,” he commanded, and I quickly obeyed as if my life was in his palm. Well, it was. Mason has my life. “Turn around.” I turned around as he told me and was startled when he moved my hair to my right shoulder before putting the necklace on my neck.

I touch the necklace before gazing at the mirror at the side. It was a gold necklace with a small pink diamond pendant; it was gorgeous and expensive.

“That's my wedding gift for you, Valerie.” Mason removed my silk robe, causing me to gasp in surprise because I was unprepared for this.

I gulped when he stopped, and I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to see how desperate I was for the money, and I had to prove to him that I needed his money. I undress myself, exposing my naked body. After that, I turned to face him and ignored the fact I was naked.

He smirked while looking at me from head to toe before touching my chin and lifting it, causing our eyes to meet. Instantly, he reached for my lips, but I was initially hesitant. I'm moving my head away from him, but he grabs my nape and stops me from what I am doing. Mason grabbed my waist, locking me inside his arms while kissing me.

The fire within me lit up, and it was his kiss’s fault; his lips traveled down to my neck, and I became under his spell. Mason carried me, and I didn't complain about it. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he approached the bed and laid me down; he parted from me before unbuttoning his polo. Mason revealed to me his gorgeous body, making me gulp in surprise.

I rushed my fingertips on his body, and he flashed a smirk on his lips. He unbuckles his pants and unbuttoned them, but keeps his pants on. I grinned and did the job for him, so I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. I widened after seeing his long and awake manhood flashing before me.

He took his belt and tied my hands before pushing me to the bed and pulling my hands above my head. He positioned himself between my legs, pointing his manhood to my wetness before pushing it inside. I grunted because of the pain, making him stop.

“You're a virgin.” That's a statement and not a question.

I glared at him, “Of course I am.”

He leaned closer and whispered, “I'll be gentle, my wife.” After reassuring me, he freed my hands from being tied.

Mason positioned himself between my legs again, pushing his manhood inside but gently. Until he successfully entered me, and I gasped because I was trying to hold my breath. I gripped the pillow before looking at him, beckoning him to continue. He starts thrusting gently, filling me up completely, and the pain begins to disappear.

I bit my lower lips and said, “Hmm~ go on~ it's fine…”

“Are you sure?” He asked.

I nodded, “Yes…”

“If you say so.” He s*ck my n*pple, and his warm tongue wrapped it crazily while thrusting within me. His massive manhood takes the pain away and replaces it with pleasure that I can't handle.

“Ohhhh~” I moaned when his movement bolted. “F*ck! You're so tight…”

“Ohhhh~ ahhhh~ yes…” I mumble.

He thrust more complex and more profound, causing me to arch my back in a sensation. I'm losing my mind because of his incredible movement that left me breathless; he thrusts faster and hits the right spot at the same time. Mason moved his body away from me and held my thigh before throbbing quicker and harder. His rough movement wasn't painful yet wild, and I don't know if I can keep my sanity.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Faster! Please!” I begged, gripping the bed sheet because of the sensation he was giving me.

His manhood is driving me crazy!

“Damn!” He held my feet together and thrust faster. I moan louder, filling this room, and I don't care if someone might hear us. “Sh*t! Ugh!~”

“Hmm~ oh, yes!” I shouted and couldn't keep my head in one position.

He put my legs above his shoulder and moved faster; his manhood was digging inside me deeper. I can't hold myself back, completely losing my sanity because of his perfect manhood that makes me insane! Oh, damnit! Why didn't they warn me about this?!

“Sh*t! Harder! I want you more!” I yelled.

“As you wish, my wife—f*ck!” He grasped my waist as he moved faster. Our bodies collided, and our skin made a sound filling our ears.

My body was covered with sweat even though this room was fully air-conditioned, wrapped with my moans and begging. His tense length pushed inside me like it was ripping me off, and I hate to admit it, but I love it! Yes! I love it!

“I'm near, Valerie.”

I gulped, “Yes! Fill me with your juices, Mason!—ohhhhh!”

“Almost there!” He gripped my waist tighter, and he thrust roughly. “Oh, yeah! This is unbelievable!—ugh~” I commented.

“Damn!” He buried his manhood inside me and filled me up with his warm juices. We both gasped for air, catching our breaths as he stared at my eyes intently. His hair was already wet because of sweat, and after a few seconds, he pulled his manhood out of me and laid down beside me.

This scene is hard to process, and I can't believe I gave myself to this monster.

“Get yourself ready,” he said.

I furrowed, “What do you mean?”

He glanced at me and replied, “You will meet my family tomorrow and be ready to be criticized by them, especially my stepmother.”

Oh, no.

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