
The Mafia Boss's Secret Baby Mama
His hand gripped the back of my neck, pulling me against him. I should have pushed away. Instead, I let him kiss me like he owned me. And God help me... I kissed him back.
I didn't know who he truly was then. I didn't know he was Asa, the man whispered about in fear, the Mafia boss who ruled the city from the shadows.
But once I did, it only made me want him more.
Now, every meeting pulls me deeper into his world, as our 2 seperate reality bleed into each other.
And when I discover I'm carrying his child, I'll have to face the truth: I can never go back to who I was.
But will He be the love that saves me... or the sin that finally ruins me?
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Chapter 2
Eliana's POV
"Come with me." He whispered.
"To where?" I asked.
"My Car." He answered. "I'm parked right outside."
I thought about the decision for a moment and yielded to him, considering how horny he had made me to be. For a while it was as if Sophia and Juliette didn't exist. I completely forgot about them.
"Boss." A deep voice from the shadows called as we started moving outside.
"Sit tight. I'll be right back." Asa commanded.
That's interesting, I thought.
Asa laced his fingers with mine and tugged me toward the exit and I followed. The club's noise faded behind us until the doors shut and the cool night wrapped around us.
This is insane.
I'd known him for less than an hour, and it was even by accident. And still, it felt as if I'd known him longer than that.
We walked to his car and he unlocked the back door with a flick of his wrist and gestured for me to get it. I hesitated for only a heartbeat. Long enough to think "what the hell am I doing?" before sliding in.
We both got into the car and before I could breathe, he pulled me close and kissed me.
It's been six months since I last had s*x or even kiss anyone. Asa's kiss made me feel like I was being kissed for the first time. I whimpered into his mouth, clutching his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.
It felt as if something possessed me. My hand went straight for his belt and he paused momentarily when he felt the tug of the buckle, almost like he wanted to see if I was really going to do it.
I was.
The leather strap slipped free and I unzipped him, and when I slid my hand inside his boxers, the shock of how hard his d**k already was turned me on even more.
"God..." I whispered, feeling how hard he was and how big he felt in my hand.
I stroked him slowly, wanting to watch him come undone. The weight of him and the girth of his d**k filled my hand. He was hot and pulsing, and boldness I didn't recognize in myself took over.
I got on my knees and brushed my lips over his d**k once to tease him. Then I opened my mouth and took him in.
The soft hiss of his breath filled the car as I slowly reached for his b*lls with my other hand while gently rubbing it. His hand slid into my hair, holding and guiding my head gently. My tongue traced his d**k as I moved, slow at first and then faster, until his groans vibrated through his chest. The sound was intoxicating.
"Eliana..." he muttered, like he was losing control.
That only made me suck him further, savoring the way his body jerked when my tongue teased his b*lls.
I pulled away just long enough to catch my breath, before he grabbed me. He kissed me hard, like he needed to taste himself on my mouth.
Then his hand was between my thighs.
He shoved my panties to the side with no patience and slide his fingers inside me, finding me wet and almost dripping. The first press inside had me gasping against his lips, one hand clutching his shoulder while the other squeezed his d**k tightly, still stroking him.
"Asa..." I moaned helplessly, breaking open in the quiet car.
The car was filled with the wet sound of his fingers working me, my moans spilling too freely and loudly. I tried to kiss him to muffle it, but he pulled back just enough to watch me, savoring every twitch of my body.
Sitting on him, the heat between us was unbearable. My panties were the only thing left between my p***y and his d**k.
"I want you," he murmured into my ears.
Then, without hesitation, he shifted, pulling me into a properly balanced position, removing my hand from his d**k. He pushed my panties aside just enough with one hand while holding his d**k with the other as he slid gently inside my p***y in one smooth motion. I gasped, a moan ripping past my lips as he penetrated me, his hands now gripping my hips, guiding while thrusting slowly at first, then harder and deeper.
"You're so tight." I heard him moan softly.
I rocked instinctively against him. The tight friction made every nerve in my body sing. He thrust with a controlled rhythm, as if he was marking every inch inside my p***y, setting fire to my every nerve.
One hand of his slid to my back, pressing me flush against him, while the other lifted one of my bum guiding my hips with every motion. I gripped his arms, holding on for balance, lost in the sensation. Each thrust sent me higher, spiraling. The small space of the back seat filled with sound and motion.
"You feel so good," he groaned against my mouth.
I couldn't answer with words, only with moans and soft cries as he thrust deeper inside my p***y.
His fingers traced my body. One hand squeezing my breast while his tongue worked my n***le.
My moans grew louder. Every thrust sent me closer to the edge.
"Look at me." He whispered as I tried closing my eyes.
Then, as the tension coiled unbearably, my body tensed and my hips jerked uncontrollably against him as the first wave hit. He kept thrusting, circling slowly this time, prolonging the pleasure, building another surge as my hands gripped his arms, pulling him close.
The second wave hit just as violently, leaving me gasping and clinging to him. He didn't stop. He thrust deeper and faster this time, guiding me through the heat.
"Yes..." I moaned, as he squeezed my waist while sucking my n***le and thrusting at the same time.
Finally, the last wave hit. My p***y gripped his d**k tightly as if I didn't want to let go and I jerked uncontrollably for almost a minute. After the last shudder, he thrusted slowly and gently once more, stretching every wall and touching the very limits of my p***y, as if reminding me that he was still inside me.
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7.9
Indianna Hughs had always been the quiet one, the shy one. She stayed in the background, blending in, never getting noticed.
She liked it that way.
So when she's forced to move schools, she isn't happy. Everyone notices the new kid, and she doesn't want that kind of attention.
Especially not from Mr. Bad Boy, who seems a little too interested in her.
"She's shy," Brooke shrugged, glancing at Indianna, who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else but in the classroom with them.
"Well, come on," Greyson said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I don't bite."
Indianna stiffened just like before.
"Don't say that," she replied quietly, but there was firmness in her tone now.
Greyson raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk forming on his lips.
"Did I hit a nerve?" he asked.
"Guess you're not as innocent as you look."
This is the edited and rewritten version of Shy.
All rights reserved.

7.6
I thought my biggest problem was Adrian Blackwood, the arrogant guy I used to hate from a rival crime family. But things took a darker turn when I accepted a job as a nanny for a little girl, only to find myself in the dangerous world of Leo Weston, the ruthless leader of the Spanish Cartel. Leo became obsessed with me as soon as I turned him down. My "no" only made me want me more, I could feel the danger in every look he gave me. Just when my life was already complicated, Adrian came back to my life. The man I once couldn't stand is now crazy about me. And I can't deny the chemistry between us, it's intense, wild, and electric. Both men are determined to claim me, my body and soul, but I refuse to be a pawn in their twisted game of power and lust. With danger at every corner, I must navigate a world full of betrayal, drama, and steamy encounters. But the clock is ticking. Can I escape before I'm consumed by their desires? Or will I lose myself entirely to the heat of their obsession?

8.7
My husband of three years, tech mogul Harrison Lang, has severe face blindness. So I became a brand, not a wife, wearing only blue and Chanel No. 5 so he could recognize me.
But at a party in Cannes, I watched him walk through a crowd of hundreds and embrace his mistress, Kassie, with a look of pure joy. He saw her instantly.
Later that night, I was mistakenly arrested. I screamed his name for help.
He looked right at me and told the police, "I don't know her."
He left me to rot in a French jail cell, claiming he didn't recognize me without my "uniform."
But how could he see her in a gold dress, yet not his own wife being dragged away? It wasn't his illness; it was his heart. It had learned her face, but never bothered with mine.
Now, years later, he' s had me arrested again at my own art show. But as the cuffs click shut, an old fire captain steps forward. "I was at the wildfire that caused his condition," he tells the police, looking at Harrison. "And I know the girl who saved his life."
Then, he points directly at me-at the star-shaped scar on my wrist.

7.2
Emily wakes up to cries and screams one fateful day, unaware that her life is about to take a ride even she cannot fathom.
She eventually finds out she is mated not just to her best friend, but also to the bastard responsible for the misfortune that befell her pack.
...
Excerpt from the story.
"I don't know why the Moon Goddess paired you both with me. I find it more of a curse than a blessing." Alpha Leo paused to look at both our faces, his expression void of feeling of any kind.
"I, Alpha Leo Woods of Dark Moon pack, on this day, reject you, Emily Langston and Reece Emilio of Greyhound pack," His face morphed into a mocking glare. "A pack that no longer exists,"
I heard many in the crowd chuckle. "...as my mates! Hereafter, you both mean nothing to me and are just ordinary slaves in captivity."
So...what's next?
You'll find out only after diving into this masterpiece.
And of course, there's more than six spicy scenes, in case you're a fan of that. :)

8.6
Leland, the world's most eligible bachelor and powerful President, was rumored to be in love-with Valerie, the nation's favorite punchline.
Once rejected by his nephew and scorned for her looks, Valerie faced public outrage for "leeching" off Leland's status and entering government circles.
Elite society mocked, rivals sneered.
But the tables turned: the mafia king was spotted carrying her bags, scientists begged for her help, and Valerie saved the nation.
As chaos erupted, Leland posted on the presidential account.
"My wife wants to dump me-how do I win her back? Urgent advice needed!"

9.2
On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.