Conquered by the Mafia Boss

The nurse slams the door behind her and I turn toward Maya. I step forward and she backs away, tears streaming down her face.

“No!”

I grab her before she can take another step and pull her into my arms. I smooth the back of her head as she finally gives in and slides her hands around my middle. Another throbbing stab of guilt hits me, and it’s horrible because I rarely feel bad about the shit I do. This has got to be one of the worst things I’ve done. She’s going to get so much shit.

“We have-we have to get an abortion.”

I curl my fingers into her hair, suddenly hit by gut-wrenching nausea. It’s what I’ve wanted-for years-and it’s about to be ripped away from me.

I pull back from her. “No.”

“Why not? Give me one good reason why I should keep it?”

Her shrill voice rises to the ceiling, stabbing my ears as she glares at me.

“Because I want this baby.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.” My heart slams against my chest. “I’m older than you, sweetheart. This is something I’ve wanted for a long time, but I could never find the right girl.”

She shakes her head, looking miserable. “I’m not the right girl.”

“I don’t care. You’re pregnant with my kid, and I’m going to take care of you. I will support you.”

“No, this is a disaster waiting to happen.”

Something painful twists inside my chest.

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“I’m going to get an abortion. You can’t stop me!”

That’s right, I can’t.

No matter what I say or do, she can do whatever the fuck she wants. It kills me, and the venom in her voice makes it worse. I’ll fucking admit that it hurts me a little to hear that violent reaction from her.

Disaster.

A baby isn’t a disaster. It’s a gift.

Maya’s hand reaches for my face and she touches my jaw. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Do you want this because the baby is mine? Or because you don’t want kids?”

My hands tremble as I watch her open mouth, waiting for her answer.

“This isn’t about you. He’ll kill me. M-maybe if I say that someone else got me pregnant-”

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“No!”

“I will be the baby’s father. I am not going to fucking hide like a coward.”

I push myself off from the wall, disgusted that she’d even suggest pinning the pregnancy on someone else. I’m no fucking coward.

“He’ll never be okay with it if you’re the father.”

I clench my fists so hard that I can feel my nails digging into my palms. “We’ll get engaged. We’ll tell him together.”

Her mouth drops open. “Are you insane?”

“I’m trying to save both our relationships with your father. Marrying you is the right thing to do. He’ll be even more pissed if I don’t take care of his daughter-”

“I’m not fucking marrying you. I don’t even know you.”

I’m not sure I even like you.

“I hate to break it to you, but that doesn’t mean shit. You get a girl pregnant, you marry her. End of fucking story.”

“What century do you live in?”

“The century where you are fucked without me.”

She backs against the wall, her chest pulsing as I trace the edge of that stupid paper gown, following the neckline as my finger sweeps over the tops of her breasts.

Could I have let her go, even if she wasn’t knocked up?

“That’s not what everyone else does.”

“You and me are not like everyone else.”

A row of goose bumps spreads over her skin. I lean into her body, my cock stirring to life as her curves press against me. My lips find her neck and I kiss a hot trail, feeling her heartbeat. She sighs when I kiss the shell of her ear.

“Your dad is going to disown you when he finds out, and you’ll have nowhere to go but my house. I won’t let you in unless you agree to get engaged.”

I soften my words with a kiss to her cheek. It blooms with color as she jerks her head to the side, away from my face.

“I’m not going to marry someone I barely know.”

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Her lip curls, and I take her jaw in my hand. “Face it, Maya. You belong to me now. You were your father’s, and now you’re mine.”

My mouth falls on those pouting lips that swallowed my cum the other night, and I reach up to her neck where there’s a little tear in her paper gown. The tear drives me nuts, and I yank it. It makes a loud, ripping sound, and I keep yanking until two ripped halves hang from her shoulders. The paper drapes over her tits, hiding her nipples. I see her thighs glistening, and then I tear the rest of her gown so that it falls into pieces on the ground.

I’m going to fuck her. Right here in this doctor’s office.