Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss: A Dark Mafia Secret Baby Romance (Possessive Mafia Kings Book 5)

I wake with a hot mouth wrapped around my cock. I blink away the sleep, needing to see my beautiful girl between my legs with my cock stretching her lips wide. I rip the blanket from our bodies to reveal her, and she slides her eyes up my body, a confident twinkle shining from the honey-dipped irises. My cock shines with her spit as she drags her lips from me, and I hiss.

“I was wondering when you were going to wake up,” she teases, kissing the tip.

“I hope you haven’t been down there too long, or I’m going to have to slap myself.”

She chuckles, giving the base of my cock a good squeeze. “Just a minute or so. You were already hard for me, so I had to take advantage.”

“I was dreaming of you doing this same exact thing to me. Must be my lucky day.” I wipe my thumb across her bottom lip. Her lips are swollen and red from sucking me.

“I don’t know…” she swirls her finger around the crown, and I groan. “I think it might be mine.” She leans down, wrapping her tongue around me like I’m her favorite sucker.

I run my fingers through her hair before I palm the back of her head, hypnotized by how she bobs and hums. “That’s it. You make me feel so good,” I praise her. “You have no idea how fucking hot you look with my cock in your mouth. You take every inch so well. Do you think you can take more?”

She glances up at me, water brimming in her eyes as she tries to swallow another inch. She gags and chokes, her efforts causing me to shout.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it, Camilla. You can do it. Relax. You can take more of me. You’re made to take my cock.”

She doubles her efforts and removes her hands, palming my sack gently. She tugs enough to stop me from breathing.

“Damn it, I’m already close. I don’t want to come yet. This fucking mouth feels too good.” I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her off me. Spittle drips from her chin, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glazed. She looks so filthy right now, but still, she’s my beautiful girl. “I said to stop sucking my cock.” I flip her onto her stomach and give her ass a light slap. “Do you have issues listening?” I kiss my way down her spine, appreciating each dimple above her ass. I trace them with my finger as I sit up, loving how they look from here. “Do you know how much I love these? They make me crazy. I can’t believe they are all mine.” I caress her sides, skimming my fingers down her sides. “All mine at last.”

“Luca, please,” she begs.

“Please, what? What is it that you need?”

“You. I need you. I’ve needed you. Don’t make me wait anymore. I can’t stand it. I can’t take it.” She grinds her ass on my cock, placing it between the crease of her cheeks, and she begins to rock.

I stop her by clutching her ass and lowering her to my cock. “So wet. Did sucking my cock turn you on?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “So much.”

I press my hand flat between her shoulders and push her against the bed, rocking in and out just like I promised I would last night. She’ll never go a day without me being inside her.

With every thrust, her ass shakes, and her moans become louder. I hear the commotion downstairs and know already that the kids are awake. “If you don’t want this moment to get ruined, I suggest being quiet,” I inform, not wanting anything to stop me from coming inside her.

She listens without saying a word. She bites down on the pillow and whines when I punch forward, slipping my cock in as far as it can go. Moving her to her hands and knees, I grab her hips and begin a fast, hard rhythm. I wish she could scream for me. I want to hear her shouts of ecstasy fill the room. I want the walls to soak in her sounds, so if I’m ever in this room alone, if I think of her, I’ll be able to hear them.

Our skin slaps together, and I can’t help myself; I look down, watching as I plummet into her tight pussy. In and out, my cock has a constant sheen from her natural nectar. I lift her onto her knees, holding her tits as I drive in. I sink my teeth into her shoulder, softly biting, and her arm reaches around my neck so we can be as close as possible.

Her back arches, and our breaths become shorter, our orgasms too close to deny. I glide my hand down her stomach and cup her cunt, my fingers grazing where we are connected before I roll her clit between my fingers.

That’s all it takes before she shatters around me. Her muscles tighten around me, sucking me deeper, pulling me further, and I lose it. With every jet of come that leaves me, I press forward, nearly climbing up her body so I can reach her womb.

When I’m done, she’s already dripping of me because she’s so full.

“Good morning,” she mumbles, sounding exhausted. “I want to wake up like that every day.”

“I promised you we would, didn’t I?” I kiss her shoulder just as a knock on the door interrupts us. I don’t want to pull free of her yet. Maybe if we ignore whoever is on the other side of the door, they will go away.

“Mommy? Mr. Luca? Why is the door locked?”

“Oh no.” Camilla scurries from underneath me, causing my cock to slip free, and I grumble in protest. “This can’t be happening.”

The doorknob jiggles, and I hold my breath, hoping that the door doesn’t open.

“We will be out in a second, okay?” Camilla says to appease them.

“What’s tooked so long?” Oliver asks.

“Taking,” Camilla and I correct him together.

“And I had to help your mommy reach a place she hasn’t in a long time. We will be out soon.”

Camilla tosses a pillow at me, hiding a smile behind her perfect lips.

I chuckle. “Am I wrong?” I whisper in a tone that says I’m not done with her yet.

“Oh, that was nice,” Olivia mutters. “I want to be nice when I growed up too.”

“Grow,” we say again together.

I can’t help but laugh and wrap my arms around my girl. “We’re good at that,” I say, staring at her with all the love I can gather inside me.

“We will wait for you downstairs! We made breakfast.” Their little feet hurry down the steps, and Camilla and I sag against each other, letting out a relieved breath.

“That was a close call,” she mutters against my chest.

“There will be plenty of those,” I state, tilting her chin up to look at me. “Did you mean it?”

She cocks her head to the side, brows pinching in confusion. “Mean what?”

“That they are mine. I feel like what you said was a dream, and if it is, I really don’t want to wake up. I want it to be real. I want them to my mine.”

Her face softens with nothing but adoration. “They are yours. If you want to take a paternity test, I understand.”

“No, believe you. They look too much like me now that I think about it. I don’t know how I didn’t see it.”

She laughs, nodding as she pulls away from me to head to the bathroom. “I thought you would ask me, but you never did. I wanted you to find out because I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry if I sprung it on you. I didn’t know another way.”

“It was perfect. I’m so sorry you were alone. That angers me so much, Camilla. I would have taken care of you.” I follow her into the bathroom, and she’s mesmerized by the extravagance of it.

Black marble floors, a large soaking tub with a gold faucet, and the walk-in shower has a long bench in it that I’m going to lie her down on. There are two vanities, and one is for her with a separate station for her to get ready.

None of this has been used by another woman. I’ve only ever wanted this life with her.

“It wasn’t your fault. I think I needed to learn to take care of myself, and when I figured out how to do that, having someone step in and help taught me that I don’t need anyone, but I’m choosing their help. I can do it on my own, but with you, I know I don’t have to.”

We step into the shower to clean ourselves, but I don’t have time to use the bench the way I want, not with the kids already wanting us downstairs.

“I hate I missed your pregnancy.” I trace her C-section scar. “Was it difficult?”

She nods as she rubs the loofah between her hands to have the suds grow. “It was. They were twisted in the umbilical cord, and they rushed me to surgery.”

“And you were alone,” I state, bitterness reeking on my breath.

“I was, but I was okay. My neighbor helped me out a lot. Louisa. She was amazing. If it weren’t for her, the first month would have been a nightmare.”

“I’ll have to thank Louisa myself one of these days. For taking care of you when I couldn’t.” I spin her to me, the slickness of her body gliding against mine.

She smiles, and I can’t help myself; I lean in and take what’s mine. I push her against the glass part of the stall, and she giggles, pushing me away.

“We have breakfast to attend to, Luca.”

“Damn, that’s right.” I turn the water to cold to help dampen my lust, and she screams, stepping out of the shower.

“That’s freezing!”

“Well, I have to calm down. You’re getting me all worked up again. Blame yourself for making me constantly want you,” I tease her, washing my face under the water.

“I do,” she sasses, exiting the bathroom to get dressed.

I don’t take long. I wash quickly, step out, grab a towel, and dry off. When I’m done, I wrap the towel around my waist and head to the walk-in closet each of us has.

My closet is to the right, hers to the left. I can see her staring at everything, her mouth wide open when she sees all the clothes I’ve bought for her.

She has everything she’ll ever need. Shirts, blouses, shoes, jewelry, pants, dresses, pajamas, and purses. If there is anything else she needs, I hope she comes to me.

“This is too much.” Her hands graze the clothes on the hangers, appreciating all of the name-brand items I’ve gotten her. “These are so expensive, Luca. I can’t accept this.”

“You deserve every single thing this world has to offer, and I’ll always make sure you get them. You deserve this. You’ve done your time. You’ve sacrificed enough. I’m going to give you everything you’ve always wanted, everything you’ve always dreamed about, and I’m going to make sure you want nothing.” I wipe off my towel and pick a pair of sweatpants, something I haven’t worn in a while, but I think I want a lazy day today with my family.

My. Family.

My kids.

I want to get to know them. The last thing I want to do today is work. I have men to do that for me.

“Thank you,” she whispers, staring at a gorgeous emerald gown that has real emerald gems sewn into the neckline. “Wow. What is this for?”

“In my line of work, there’s always some sort of charity, ball, or gala to attend. It’s a good way to know who is who in the world of crime. I can’t wait to see you in that dress.” I tug on a plain blue t-shirt. “And I can’t wait to fuck you in it.”

“I guess you better get me in that dress soon, then,” she says, dropping the towel from her body and giving me the view men dream about.

She puts on a pair of leggings, the material sucking to the curve of her body, and I grab the trim above the door with my hands, leaning in as I watch her dress.

Next is a comfortable bra, then a gray tank top.

She’s all covered now, and I still want her more than my next breath.

“Come on, let’s go see what the kids want.” She begins to walk out of the closet, and I snag her around the waist.

I kiss her cheek. “I mean what I say. I’m so happy those kids are mine, Camilla. You’ve brought me so much happiness.”

“I’m happy we ended up finding each other again.” She takes my hand and tugs me toward the bedroom door. “Now, let’s go see what our kids want.”

I smile, more eager than I have ever been before. “I can’t wait.”

“You say that, but don’t be surprised if your kitchen is wrecked. That’s what happens when kids wake up before you. You never know what you’ll find.”

“I’m okay with that. I’ve missed you too much. I want it all now. I want the mess,” I admit, hurrying down the staircase. I might have left the mother of my children behind. I slow down and look over my shoulder. “Come on.”

“Go. I’ll be behind you.”

I basically run ahead of her like it’s Christmas morning and come to a complete stop when I get to the kitchen.

Alvize is there, and he is covered in flour. The floors are a mess. There are a few broken eggs, and somehow, there is batter on the ceiling that’s dripping onto the island.

But then I hear the giggles of my kids, and I don’t even care how messy the house is.

“Mr. Luca! You’re here!” My daughter squeals when she sees me, slamming her tiny body into my legs. She gets flour all over me, but I don’t care.

How do I get her to call me Dad? I don’t know about having that conversation with them. Do I blurt it out?

“I have a tiara for you to wear for our tea,” Olivia informs me, taking my hand and dragging me to the dining area.

It’s like an explosion of glitter and stuffed animals happened.

Sitting around the dining table are a penguin, a dog, a fish, and a polar bear. They are all wearing tiaras and plastic necklaces.

There’s a teacup in front of the guests, and Olivia pulls out a chair for me.

“Come sit, Mr. Luca.” She pats the cushion on the seat.

“Don’t mind if I do.” I take a seat and scooch closer to the table, noticing the little teacups have nothing in them. “You know, I can have real tea in here. We can make that happen.”

“Silly, Mr. Luca. We’re playing pretend. It’s pretend tea.” She plops the tiara on my head, and I hear a giggle coming from the right. I look up to see Camilla watching me.

“You look so pretty,” she says.

I lift my pinky as I pick up my teacup. “Why, thank you, ma’am.” I sip my pretend tea. “Mmm, that’s so good. It’s a little hot. I think I need to wait a minute.”

“We made you breakfast!” Oliver runs into the dining room, holding a plate of pancakes, and he places it in front of me.

“Oh.” I stare at the mess. It’s questionable that they are pancakes. They are runny still, and I think I see an eggshell.

Yes, that’s an eggshell.

“Oh, wow,” I try to sound delighted to taste it, and Camilla snorts, having to turn around so the kids don’t see her laugh. “This looks so…” I try to find the right word, but the pancake batter drips onto the table.

“Don’t blame me. They wanted to cook it, so I let them,” Alvize says, wiping his hands on a black apron. He’s a mess from head to toe.

The other half of the shell is sticking against his cheek. I’m sure of it.

“Aren’t you going to try it, Mr. Luca?” Oliver asks, sticking out his bottom lip.

“Of course I am.”

“I’m going to get started on the coffee,” Camilla says, using the perfect excuse to get her out of this situation.

I’m going to have to eat it. I have to. I can’t have those puppy dog eyes frowning at me from my son.

“Coffee is already made. That I can promise is good.”

Alvize for the win.

“Can I get a big cup?” I ask, picking up my fork and trying to find the best part of the pancake. Giving my son a reassuring smile, I cut the part that does not have the eggshell in it and hold my breath when the batter drips from the half-cooked pancake.

I shove it in my mouth and hold in a cough of disgust, swallowing it whole, so I don’t have to chew it. It doesn’t help. The thickness of the batter sticks to my tongue, and the moment Camilla gives me the cup of my coffee, I take a large swig, not caring how hot it is.

“So good, Oliver. You’re going to be a chef, aren’t you?” I cough into my hand and try to figure out a way out of this.

“Maybe. I don’t know,” he shrugs.

“How about we go into town, check on the bakery, and then maybe I’ll take you kiddos to that trampoline place?” I forgot what it’s called, but I hear children like it.

“Yes!” they squeal and begin to rush to their room when Camilla catches them both by their shirts.

“Ah, ah, ah. You’re going to help clean up the mess you made. What’s my rule?” she questions them, bending down, so she’s on their level.

“If you mess it up, you clean it up,” they mumble in unhappiness.

I sip my pretend tea again, and a smile takes over Olivia’s face.

Bad pancakes and all, everything in my life is perfect.