Knocked Up by the Beast: A Mafia Romance (Kingdoms Book 1) Page 5

  “Not yet I’m not,” I say.

  “No?” she asks.

  “No,” I affirm. “You don’t start working for me until tomorrow morning. Tonight, you’re my guest.”

  “Is this how you greet all your guests?” she asks, a corner of her mouth tipping up in a smile. It’s half-hearted though. She really wants to know.

  “You feel this?” I ask, pushing my hips against her, making sure she can feel every inch of me.

  “It’s kind of hard to ignore,” she says breathily.

  “It’s been this way since you walked through that door. And trust me when I say that I never craved anybody even a fraction as much as I crave you.” I grip her chin between my thumb and index finger. “You hear me?”

  She nods, tilting her head up, requesting another kiss.

  When she offers herself up so submissively, all I can do is take.

  I sink into her soft mouth, cradling the back of her neck as I kiss her. Both of us are breathless by the time I pull away.

  Ecstasy.

  That’s the only word to describe it.

  All I had done was kiss her. Nothing else. And yet, if I died right now, I would die a happy man.

  Her skirt is bunched around her hips, her damp white panties stuck to the mess between her thighs.

  “White,” I say, cupping her sweet panty-covered mound. “So innocent. Virginal.”

  She sucks in a breath when I say that.

  Virgin.

  So she is a virgin. How did I ever get so lucky?

  All my life, I’ve had terrible luck. But everything changed the second I heard her voice.

  I drop my hand to her breasts, and squeeze her possessively. “This is exactly what your father feared, you know.”

  “I know,” she hiccups.

  “This is his worst nightmare. That a beast like me would defile his perfect little daughter the second he left. That I would lay you down on the floor and rip your clothes off before I started to rut into your pretty pink pussy.”

  She covers her mouth. But her eyes tell the truth.

  Her gushing core tells me the truth.

  She likes it.

  “Is that what you want, Belle? Do you want me to fill your pretty pussy with this thick cock, and take you until you can’t take it anymore?”

  Both of us are overcome with lust.

  Her whole body is shaking with need.

  “I’ll tell you what I want. I don’t want to just push my cock inside you, Belle. I want to finish inside you too. I’ll only pull out after I fill you up with my seed. When I’m done with you, you’re going to be leaking cum for the rest of the night.”

  She goes still. Very, very still.

  Her eyes are lowered, so I don’t know what she’s thinking.

  Have I taken it too far? Have I crossed the line somehow?

  But then she looks up at me. Her brown eyes—they’re fiery with passion. She shakes her head slowly.

  “I can’t. This is torture,” she says. “I can’t take it anymore. Make me-“ she pauses, unable to finish the sentence.

  “Finish the sentence, Belle.”

  “Make me come, Mr. Blackwood.”

  I don’t need to be asked twice.

  I grab her tits from over her clothes, squeezing them before unbuttoning her blouse. I pull her round breasts out of their confines.

  My beard seems to arouse her, so I rub my roughness against the sensitive skin of her breasts.

  She’s going to wake up tomorrow morning with evidence of what I did to her painted all over her body. She’s going to look at her swollen lips and reddened skin and know that she’s mine.

  Mine.

  “You’re mine,” I say, becoming reckless now.

  She can take it. She can take the real me. There’s no need to hide when I’m with her.

  Her back arches off the wall, pushing her breasts against my face. I bury my head in her softness.

  I pinch her diamond-hard nipples before dipping down to lick her belly button.

  Her musk is calling to me.

  Her virgin pussy is begging me to come fill it up like I promised.

  I lift her skirt all the way up, and cup her mound. I’m lost. Swimming in her endless warmth.

  I drop down to my knees, and press my nose against her damp panties. “It even smells like a virgin, Belle,” I say.

  I look up at her, digging my chin into her core.

  She grips my hair for support.

  The act itself makes me lose it. I want to lay her down on the floor, pry her thighs apart, and thrust into her mercilessly.

  But I won’t.

  Her pleasure is more important than mine.

  She comes first.

  I peel her drenched panties away from her core. “I didn’t mention this in front of your father, but I’ll tell you now. Panties are optional in this job. In fact, I would prefer it if you went without.”

  “You want me to walk around your house without any panties on, Mr. Blackwood?”

  A thrill shoots up my spine. I love it when she calls me by my last name. And she knows. She knows that it drives me crazy with lust.

  She’s doing it on purpose.

  I make her step out of her panties, and gaze at the heaven in front of my eyes.

  A perfect pink pussy, and it’s all mine for the taking.

  “Yes, Belle. It would please me to know that this fresh pussy is ready for the taking. I want to be able to lift up your skirt every time I get hard for you, and know that I can plunge right in. You’ll let me ride you, won’t you?”

  She shivers.

  Her clit is throbbing and swollen, peeking out at me. I reach for it with my mouth, wrapping my lips around her pearl.

  She gasps, tugging harder at my hair.

  “As long as you promise to pull out, Mr. Blackwood,” she says.

  “I make no such promises,” I growl, speaking right against her pussy.

  She shifts her hips over my face. Her eyes become hooded with lust every time I speak against her wet core.

  So I continue, “I’ll only pull out after I finish inside you, pretty bird. Your father won’t approve, but I plan on having you pregnant with my child by the time you go home for Christmas. I plan on making you my bride.”

  “Oh my God, Leo,” she gasps, squeezing her eyes shut. “Why do I like those words coming out of your mouth?”

  Her scent floods my nostrils, making me heady. I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. I’m so high off her essence.

  “Open your thighs, Belle. Let me see what’s mine.”

  She spreads them, but only a little.

  I grab the backs of her knees, and order, “Wider.”

  The delicate lips of her pussy are right in front of my face. I don’t wait any longer.

  I can’t.

  I hoist her up until her thighs are resting on my shoulders. Her feet dangle off the ground, and her back is flush against the wall.

  Now, with her pussy spread nice and wide right in front of my face, I get to work.

  I slide my tongue up and down her slit, taking my time tasting her before I maul her clit with my mouth. I cover her pussy lips with my entire mouth, and bite them. Hard.

  Belle throws her head back and lets out a sweet moan.

  Her pussy gushes honey the entire time, creating enough cream for me to fuck her for days.

  I position my index finger over her pussy, and try to push in.

  It won’t take it.

  She’s too tight.

  “Do you think your father knows that you’re being broken in right this moment?”

  She cries out as I push my finger into her. It slides in only halfway before I pull out.

  I finger her gently, sucking her clit and kneading her fleshy ass. Her body starts to tighten every time I increase the pace.

  The plan was to make this all about her.

  But with her sexy little body sitting on my face, I can’t help myself.

  I pull my cock out,
and start to beat myself as I fuck her with my mouth and hands.

  “That looks like a third arm,” she pants, grinding over my face as she cranes her neck to get a better view at me.

  “It’s all for you, Belle. It belongs inside your snug little pussy. I know you’re hungry for my cum, girl. So I’ll save it all for you.”

  “Mr. Blackwood-“ she moans, starting to rock her hips against my face.

  I pump myself harder and faster, imagining that it’s all about to go inside her curvy little body.

  I widen my mouth, and bite her pussy just as I push my finger all the way inside.

  It disappears inside her core.

  She crashes hard, spasming all over my finger, creaming all over my face.

  “That’s a good girl,” I grunt. I grab her discarded panties, and spill all over them, soaking them with cum.

  I bring her back down.

  Her hips remain wrapped around my torso. As I hold her in my arms, I’m hit with this overwhelming emotion.

  This is how it should have been all along.

  This is how it will be from now on.

  Her and me.

  “How do you feel?” I ask her. I don’t want her to think that this is just some one-time thing.

  She sighs. “Happy. Confused. Satisfied.”

  I nod, pressing my lips against her shoulder.

  Her soft hair falls over my face, curtaining me from the rest of the world. This is where I want to remain.

  This is my woman.

  She starts to get up, and button her blouse back up. I watch as her curves disappear under all that unnecessary fabric.

  I meant it when I said that any and all clothes are optional.

  She stands up, and I get a glorious view of her slick pussy. Her honey is smeared all over her core and thighs.

  It drips down her legs now.

  My cock hardens as I think about dipping myself into that perfect mess.

  “I want to take a picture of this sticky mess, Belle. Have it framed for my bedroom wall.”

  She freezes in place.

  Does she not like being dirty talked to when she’s not horny? I make a mental note of this.

  She can be my queen by day and freak by night.

  I can do both.

  I grab her white panties, and roll them up her legs. I secure them on either side of her wide hips, and watch as her honey drips through the material, mixing with my cum for the first time.

  Not being able to help myself, I grab her mound possessively.

  I’ll have it one day.

  When she’s ready to take all of me.

  But until then, I’ll be content holding it like the prized possession it is.

  “Leo,” comes her pained voice.

  I take my hand away from her core, and grip her thigh instead. There are unshed tears in her eyes.

  Her body wants the same thing I do, but her mind is troubled.

  Haunted.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  She takes a shuddering breath in.

  “This,” she says, pointing between the two of us. “This can never happen again. I got carried away when you kissed me, and it felt really, really good, but it was just a one-time thing.”

  I scoff. “We’ll see about that.”

  She steps away from me, and crosses her arms over her chest. “Leo, I’m being serious.”

  “What’s making you say all this now?”

  “I have my two feet back on the ground again, and I’m seeing sense now. This was a bad idea. We barely know each other. And besides, you’re my boss. We’re going to be living in the same house for the next three months. It’s not…proper.”

  I can’t help the bark that escapes my throat. “You didn’t seem to care about being proper when you were grinding yourself all over my face.”

  She doesn’t respond to that. She holds my gaze cooly, not backing off.

  I’ve met my match, I think.

  This girl, she’s much more complicated than I had anticipated.

  On the one hand, she’s meek and submissive when I have her pressed against the wall with my mouth on hers.

  But there are other aspects of her that I’m starting to uncover.

  Like her bravery.

  She didn’t take up the job as my housekeeper to save her father because she’s a sweet daughter.

  She did it because she’s bold.

  Maybe even a little reckless.

  This is a girl who can put me in my place. And she sure as hell can hold her own in an argument.

  What astounds me most is how gracefully she does it. She doesn’t raise her voice or lose her calm.

  Instead, she approaches everything with love and patience.

  She’s an old soul.

  “Was it…something I said?” I press.

  Because in the heat of the moment, I bared my dirtiest desires to her. She seemed to enjoy every filthy word, but maybe I was wrong about that.

  A furious blush creeps up her cheeks again.

  I wonder if her skin would feel hot under my fingertips if I were to touch her.

  “It wasn’t anything you said or did, Leo,” she says quietly.

  “Then what is it?”

  “If you must know, it’s me. I’m not ready yet.”

  “I respect that,” I say instantly, nodding.

  The last thing I want is for Belle to feel uncomfortable. Not being ready for this is explanation enough.

  I’ll still be able to see her every day. I can be content with just that.

  “You do?” she asks dubiously.

  “I do.”

  “Promise me,” she says.

  “Promise you what?”

  “Tell me that you won’t ever kiss me again.”

  “Why would I say such a thing?”

  She holds my gaze again, unflinching. My fingers itch to draw my hood up and cover my face, but I don’t.

  Instead of backing away from this, I spit out words that taste bitter in my mouth. “I won’t ever kiss you or touch you or fuck you, Belle…unless it’s you who makes the first move.”

  Desire blazes in her eyes when I say that.

  “Okay,” she swallows.

  I watch as her throat bobs up and down.

  I wonder if it would bob like that if I were to fill her pretty little throat with my cock.

  “I’ll show you to your room,” I say, my voice louder than necessary.

  She follows behind me as I take her through the corridors and staircases that lead to the guest room.

  It’s in the North wing, as far away from the West wing as possible.

  Belle is a curious girl, and I can’t have her snooping around over there. I can’t afford to have her find out all of my secrets.

  Not yet anyway.

  I push open the doors of the guest room, the place where she’ll be staying for the next few months.

  It’s one of the best rooms in Blackwood Estate.

  The custom lights flicker on one by one, illuminating the spacious room, bathing it in gold.

  Heavy maroon curtains, lush grey carpet, and white silk sheets come into view.

  A room fit for a queen.

  My queen.

  If I had my way, she’d be sleeping tucked next to me every single night. But I don’t think she’s ready for that yet.

  One day at a time.

  I’ll just have to muster up all of my patience, and take it one day at a time with Belle.

  “This room is bigger than my entire house,” she marvels.

  I rest my hand on her lower back, and gently guide her inside. She scurries away from me as if my touch burns her.

  “It used to be Ivy’s room,” I say, ignoring the clawing sensation at my throat.

  “Would your sister be okay with me using it?” Belle asks.

  “She was very fond of this room,” I say. “She’ll be happy to know that it’s got an occupant. Besides, all of her stuff has been cleared away.”

  I had the room r
emodeled the summer after she left.

  Mostly, it gave me something to do other than admit to myself that I missed my annoying sister.

  Also, I was so tired of seeing all of her boy band posters and stuffed animals.

  Ivy is a hoarder.

  Once she gets something, she refuses to part with it. She’s been this way since she was a child, so there was way too much clutter inside this room.

  “You can use whatever you find in that closet,” I add, pointing to the walk-in closet. “My sister loves fashion. She’s been designing clothes since high school, so she used to have a lot of designer samples sent in. And I didn’t have the heart to get rid of them.”

  Belle walks towards the closet. Sensing the motion, the doors part.

  Overhead lights turn on automatically, casting warm buttery light on the contents inside.

  “Oh,” she says. “Oh.”

  Her mouth forms a perfect little ‘O’. I have to tear my eyes away from her.

  She likes the walk-in closet.

  There’s an island station in the middle of the closet for jewelry and shoes. The two walls on either side of it are filled with designer clothes—all of them arranged according to color.

  And the wall in the back is a giant mirror.

  “This was the only part of Ivy’s room that wasn’t a complete mess,” I chuckle. Her closet was a sacred space. She treated it with reverence.

  Belle reaches out to touch the clothes. “Are all of these her own designs?”

  I clear my throat. “Our father never visited us, so he had all these designer collections sent over in his place.”

  That’s his way of doing things. He throws money at all of his problems, and hopes they’ll disappear.

  Ivy and I were no exceptions.

  Belle tilts her head. She looks like she’s about to ask me something, but then just smiles softly.

  I capture that smile in my memory.

  I want to have it painted on my bedroom ceiling. I want it to be the first thing I see in the morning, and the last thing I see before going to bed.

  Belle walks out of the closet, and plops herself down on one of the plush chairs. She grabs a throw pillow, and places it on her lap.

  I like that she’s making herself comfortable here.

  It shows that she’s starting to trust me.

  “So, where’s your room?” she asks.

  It takes everything in me not to grin.

  I point my thumb outside, towards the room opposite hers. “Right in front of yours. So it’ll be easy for you to reach me in case of any emergency.”