Knocked Up by the Beast: A Mafia Romance (Kingdoms Book 1) Read online

  But there’s something about him that makes me want to bare my very soul to him. And for that reason alone, he’s dangerous.

  I should be careful.

  I shouldn’t let my guards down so quickly.

  But it’s hard to be careful when he’s so sweet to me.

  Every time he visits, he tries to help me clean. We become a team. He carries stacks of books for me as I clean their shelves with damp cotton rags.

  The books are heavy, but Leo doesn’t even break a sweat. I might as well have handed him a bag filled with bird feathers.

  He hands those books back to me one by one as I reshelve.

  There are times when I want nothing more than to let him hold me and kiss me. But the possible consequences hold me back.

  We’re both from different worlds.

  He grew up in a palace.

  I grew up in a small cottage.

  He’s a billionaire businessman.

  I have a family who depends on me.

  We will have to go our separate ways eventually.

  And on top of all that, he’s my employer. My much older employer. The town people would have a field day if rumor were to spread about us.

  And yet, I can’t stop the desire that blossoms in my core every time his gaze lingers.

  Sometimes, he just sits down with a magazine, quietly watching my every move. If it were anybody else watching me like that, I would have been tense.

  But with him, it feels natural.

  Like my body was made to entice him.

  Other times, it’s innocent.

  We talk like two kids meeting on a playground. No intention behind our words, no lust running through our veins.

  He tries to give me book recommendations, but he quickly learns that I only like specific kinds of books.

  “Ah, so you exclusively read romance,” he mused.

  “Not exactly,” I said. “I read all kinds of books.”

  “As long as there’s a love story somewhere between the pages.”

  “Exactly,” I grinned.

  Unlike Julie, he doesn’t tease me about it.

  He’s just trying to get to know everything about me.

  Which flatters me because honestly…nobody has ever tried to look beneath the surface of who I am before.

  After I finish each new book, he listens with rapt attention as I tell him about all of my favorite parts.

  The other day, after a particularly lengthy description, I asked him, “Don’t you have anything better to do than listen to me talk about books?”

  He replied, “Nothing else seems worthwhile anymore, Belle.”

  I feel the same, I wanted to say.

  But I kept my mouth shut.

  It’s only when I’m on my own that I let myself think about the things he says to me. I keep those words of his locked away in my heart.

  It’s Sunday today, so I have the whole day to myself. To do with as I please.

  I settle down in my usual reading nook, and pick up the book I was reading last night.

  I read until the artificial lights are eclipsed by the natural sunlight. The sun rises fully just as I wrap up the final chapter of the book.

  I hug it to my chest after I’m done. My mind instantly drifts back to Leo.

  The sun filters in through the open windows, kissing my neck and collarbones.

  Something about the heat ignites something inside me.

  Something hungry.

  I’ve been craving him. Those memories from my first day here play in a constant loop in my head.

  The way he pushed me up against the wall as he kissed me. The way his lips seemed to brand me.

  The trail of fire that erupted as he kissed his way down my body.

  Leo was the first man to ever touch me this…intimately.

  And the things he said.

  My fingers trail down my red silk robe, parting it in the middle. I slip my hand inside my lace panties, and pretend it’s his fingers that are touching me.

  A soft moan escapes my mouth as I rub my swollen clit.

  I’m dripping for his love.

  I’m so ready for him to take me.

  If he were to walk in right now, I don’t think I would stop him if he wanted to have his way with me.

  “Leo,” I say his name like a prayer.

  I rub myself harder and faster, but it’s not the same.

  There’s a big difference between his thick calloused hands and my slender fingers.

  “Leo.” My mouth forms his name like it’s second nature.

  He’s the only man I ever wanted.

  The only man I ever craved.

  I told him that I wanted to be professional. I made him promise that he won’t ever touch me.

  And yet, here I am, shamelessly moaning his name and imagining his massive body on top of mine.

  I open my eyes, and find a large figure looming over my body. I scramble up to a seated position, but it’s too late.

  He saw everything.

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  “Are you trying to kill me?” I growl.

  I don’t trust myself to move. If I do, it’s going to end with my cock buried inside that wet little pussy of hers.

  She tugs on the ends of that ridiculously-short crimson robe. It’s soft, and clings to her figure.

  Her full breasts are all but spilling out. All I have to do is lean down, and her nipples would be inside my mouth, my beard pressed up against her softness.

  From my vantage point, I can see her soaked white panties peeking out from underneath.

  White.

  Again.

  Belle’s eyes dart to my swollen cock. It’s right in front of her face. “I-I didn’t realize that you were here.”

  “I heard you moaning my name from all the way outside.”

  Her fingers splay across her lips.

  A flash of those pouty lips stretching around my cock fills my head.

  “Was I really that loud?” she asks innocently.

  My jaw hardens as I nod.

  I glance at the open grounds outside. I have people who tend to the gardens. Anybody could have gotten a glimpse of her touching herself.

  The thought makes me want to punch a wall.

  “If you want to play with yourself, you should at least make sure that you’re in a private place,” I hiss.

  She swallows. “I didn’t plan on-“

  I jerk my chin at the open windows. “What if somebody else saw you from outside, Belle?”

  Her whole demeanor changes when I say that.

  Her lips quirk to the side. “Would that bother you?”

  I study her face and say, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were doing this on purpose.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Virgin white panties. Little red robe. Pink pussy on display as you moan my name.” I smirk with satisfaction as her cheeks redden. “If you want something, all you have to do is ask.”

  She shifts in her seat.

  I can smell the musky desire on her. Her scent.

  She’s still horny.

  She looks up at me from underneath her lashes. “I want you to be my first, Mr. Blackwood.”

  “Belle,” I warn.

  If she’s going to flee halfway through this, I don’t think I have any more self-restraint to let her go this time.

  “I want you to be the one to break me in,” she says, looking up at me.

  I uncurl a fist, and cup her cheek.

  “Then you know what you have to do,” I grit out.

  I made her a promise. And I intend on keeping it.

  Belle licks her lips and nods.

  Just when I think she’s going to stand up and demand a kiss from me, she drops down to her knees.

  Holy.

  “Belle, do you know what you’re doing?”

  She peers up at me. Her big bambi eyes are playful as she shakes her head. “I’ll learn as I go. You’ll teach me everything, won’t you, Mr. Blackwood?
”

  This girl.

  She has the face of an angel, but she’s the devil in disguise. Her hands are already fumbling with my belt before I can answer.

  “It’s going to hurt, baby,” I say.

  We’re so lost in desire, but I don’t want her to rush into anything she’s not ready for.

  “Can I tell you something, Mr. Blackwood?”

  It doesn’t escape my notice that she only calls me that when trying to seduce me.

  I’m over a decade older than her. I should know better.

  But when everything I ever desired is down on her knees, I can’t refuse.

  “Anything,” I rasp.

  “I’ve been tossing and turning lately, unable to sleep.”

  I grind my teeth together. “And what is it that’s keeping you up at night?”

  “I’m aching. So bad. I’ve been wet for you all week,” she whispers. “I think you’re going to slide right in.”

  It takes everything in me to not test that theory out right this second. “I don’t think it works like that, girl.”

  “You’re only saying that because you haven’t seen it with your own eyes yet.”

  “Is that so?” I rasp.

  “Mm-hm,” she hums, pulling down my boxers to let my cock spring free. She leans back slightly as she watches it with bated breath.

  “Do you still think it’s going to slide right in, Belle?” I taunt.

  I’m a big man. And my cock is no exception.

  Her eyes grow fearful as it continues to swell right in front of her eyes.

  “Go on,” I say. “It doesn’t bite, I swear. Just wrap those pretty lips around it, and give it a little suck.”

  Her trembling hand wraps around the base of my cock, grazing my balls as she leans forward.

  I meet her halfway, thrusting my hips to speed this up.

  Her eyes flutter shut as her mouth stretches to accommodate me. She looks so sexy with my heavy cock resting inside her mouth.

  “Good girl,” I say, gathering all of her hair in my hands, pushing myself even deeper down her throat.

  Her eyes water, but she doesn’t ask to be released. I push myself all the way down her throat before pulling out.

  The girl kneeling down in front of me is no longer innocent. She’s a goddess—everything about her sensual and sexy.

  She licks her lips, and whines in protest.

  “Are you hungry for more, Belle?” I tease.

  She’s squirming in place, impatient for more.

  I nudge her lips with the tip of my cock. She eagerly opens up, and starts to suck and slurp all over it.

  She’s messy, her control unraveling as I start to slowly fuck her mouth.

  “Please,” she begs, her hands now buried between her thighs. “It hurts.”

  “You know what to do, Belle.”

  She does. She explains every detail of what she wants me to do to her body. “I need you to touch me like you did last time, Mr. Blackwood. I know it’s wrong, but it feels so good when you put your hands between my thighs. And I want you to kiss me hard again.”

  Her chest rises and falls as she lists out her demands.

  “Is that all?” I ask, fisting her hair, and tipping her head up.

  She’s not done. “I want you to make me a woman. I want you to fill me up with your big cock.”

  “I’ll be the first man to fuck you, correct?”

  I reach down, and lift her up. Our bodies are pressed together, my cock pushed up against her lower abdomen.

  She nods, and bites back a moan as I grab her ass.

  “Good,” I say. Triumph spreads in my chest. By some miracle, this perfect beauty is all mine. “And I intend to be the last.”

  “Really?” she asks, her breath hitching in her throat.

  She seems surprised by this.

  Have I not made my intentions clear?

  I knew from the second I saw her that my heart will forever be hers.

  Now, I place my hand over her beating heart, and realize that she might not know just how consumed I am by her.

  “I was going to wait for you for an entire lifetime, if that’s what it took. Do you know why?”

  “Why?” she whispers.

  “Because you’re worth it. You’re a gift, Belle. You’re the only pure thing in my cursed life, and I would be a fool to not fight for your love.”

  She gets up on her tiptoes then, and tilts her head up, silently demanding a kiss.

  I lean down to hook my arms around her knees, and lift her up so we’re face to face. She wraps her arms around me, and experimentally brushes her lips against mine.

  I’m not so soft.

  The second her pillowy lips press against mine, I push back—full throttle. I grab the back of her neck, and claim her mouth roughly.

  “I can taste myself on you,” I growl against her lips. “I can feel the heat of your wet pussy against my cock. Do you know what that makes me want to do?”

  “What?” The word comes out as a gasp.

  I rub my beard against her soft neck. “It makes me want to take you raw and unprotected, Belle. I have only one thing on my mind.”

  Her pulse kicks up. “And what’s that?”

  “Oh, I think you know,” I say. “It’s why you moan my name every time you touch yourself. Your body knows something you don’t, Belle. It wants me to fill you up with not just my cock, but with all of my cum too.”

  “Oh God.” Her head bangs down on my shoulder as her body goes limp with desire. If I wasn’t holding her so tightly, she would’ve collapsed.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” I say.

  A few swipes on my watch makes the heavy curtains close.

  It’s just her and me now.

  Faint lines of sunlight fall through the cracks between the curtains. Just enough illumination to see her by.

  I lay her down on a royal blue rug.

  Her robe parts, revealing her body in all of its glory. She tries to cover herself, but I stop her with a hand on her wrist.

  “I want to see,” I say, my voice sounding like gravel. “Don’t hide from me, Belle.”

  She nods, and watches as I silently peel all of my clothes off.

  Nothing hiding my face.

  Nothing hiding my body.

  I give myself to her raw, and she does the same.

  I lean down, hovering right above her body. I kiss down her neck and bite her nipples on my way down, but she stops me with a hand to my shoulder.

  “I want to show you something,” she says, shimmying her body underneath mine.

  “Oh yeah?” I ask, watching as her round tits bounce with the motion.

  She nods, and slowly parts her legs, revealing panties soaked all the way through.

  The wet fabric molds over her pussy lips, showing me just how wet she is.

  I reach my hands towards her core, and grab both ends of her panties. A single tug is all it takes.

  The cotton rips.

  She’s completely bared to me now, her soft glistening pussy on full display.

  “It hurts, Mr. Blackwood,” she says, arching her back to show herself to me.

  “Do you want me to make it all better?” I ask.

  “I want you to make it hurt more,” she says, taking my hand and placing it over her cunt.

  I slip a finger inside.

  Still tight as fuck.

  I have two heartbeats to make up my mind. Belle wants me to get it over with. I know she’s afraid because this is her first time.

  But I want to make her feel good.

  Which won’t happen if she’s constantly on edge, waiting for the moment to come.

  So I take her by surprise.

  I press my lips down on hers, and start to kiss her as my cock presses down at her opening.

  Both of us groan as I push into her.

  At first, there’s no give. But as we keep kissing, her body relaxes enough to let me enter.

  “I could come inside you right this seco
nd, Belle,” I groan, trying my best not to. Her walls are a snug vice, sucking me in and pushing me out all at the same damn time.

  Slowly, I rock my hips, pushing past her barrier.

  I pump all the way inside in one rough thrust. She claws at my shoulders, and wraps her legs around my waist.

  “It’s okay, baby, I got you,” I say.

  I war against every single one of my instincts.

  I want to be selfish. I want to grab her tits and rut into her until I’m emptying myself deep inside her.

  But she comes first.

  So I stay still, and wait for her to adjust.

  It’s not until she opens her eyes that I start to kiss her neck, and slowly pump into her body.

  I give her time to get used to the foreign sensation of having something so big inside her.

  It’s not long before she’s moving her hips to meet mine.

  “Such a greedy little cunt,” I say. “From the moment it made contact with my tip, it’s been trying to siphon the cum straight from my balls.”

  “Leo,” she gasps, moaning loudly as I tug on one of her nipples with my teeth.

  I knead her other breast roughly as I start to pummel in and out of her pussy, taking her how I really want to.

  My cock is buried deep inside her fertile body now.

  I slam into her with powerful thrusts.

  “This is what happens when you give a man a taste of this sweet pussy, and then leave him high and dry for a week, Belle.”

  She’s pinned to the ground, taking everything I give her with her eyes locked on mine.

  “It’s all yours now, Mr. Blackwood,” she says sweetly.

  I pull out, and thrust into her roughly. A rope of precum hits her virgin walls. “Damn right it is.”

  “You can do whatever you please with it.”

  “Including filling you up, and letting the whole town know that it was the beast who knocked you up?”

  “No,” she moans. “I’ll tell everyone it was a king who knocked me up.”

  Those words coming out of her mouth is all it takes.

  I drive into her, hard and fast, pulling an orgasm out of her before I empty myself deep inside her body.

  “There’s one thing you’re going to learn about me, Belle,” I say, lazily thrusting into her, making sure none of my cum leaks out. “I take my promises very, very seriously.”