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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? Rated 18+
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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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