The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride (eBook)

Single Mom Romance

Angela Lynn Carver (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
365 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-090423-2 (ISBN)

Infos

I won't marry you, Antonio.'
He cocked his head. 'You sure?'
'I am sure.'
'Well, that's a shame,' Antonio murmured, feigning disappointment. His devilish grin never faded. 'It would have been such an entertaining spectacle.'
'You're one sick man, Costello,' River growled, his hands balled into fists at his sides. 'Do you think relationships are games?'
Valerie Foster's life turns upside down when she goes into labor in the presence of Antonio Costello, the notorious Capo of an Italian Crime Syndicate: La Viperia.
In a chaotic turn of events, Antonio is forced to take Valerie to the hospital, where he accidentally signs the birth certificate as the father of her baby!
But that's only the beginning.
Much to Valerie's dismay, Antonio becomes obsessed with Valerie and her baby boy, insisting on raising him as his own. Despite her protests, Antonio is determined to be the best accidental dad ever.
Keywords Featured:
Italian Romance，Obsessive Love，Forbidden Love，Mafia Romance. Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance
Book 3/3.

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152. How Does It Feel?

Tiffany couldn’t help herself.

 

Her eyes raked over Jacob’s bare chest, drinking in every inch of his exposed skin.

 

Even bruised and battered, he was breathtaking - all hard planes and lean muscles. Not overly muscular but just right. Her fingers itched to touch him, to trace the lines of his abs, to feel the heat of his flesh against her palm.

 

“Tiff…” Jacob’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he watched her through hooded eyes. “Are you…ogling at my body?”

 

She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. What was she doing? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that seeing him like this, vulnerable and exposed, stirred something deep within her. A longing, a hunger, that she couldn’t quite name. She never felt like this before.

 

“I am not ogling at you,” she said absentmindedly.

 

Slowly, tentatively, she reached out, her fingertips grazing the bruised skin just above his hip. Jacob sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles tensing beneath her touch.

 

Feeling more brave, she let her hand drift higher, skimming over the ridges of his abdomen.

 

“Tiffany…” Her name fell from his lips like a prayer, half warning, half plea. But she couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. Her touch grew bolder, more confident, as she mapped the contours of his chest, learning the shape and feel of him.

 

“You’re kind of beautiful,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and wonder. “Even like this.”

 

A harsh laugh escaped him, and he shook his head. “I am not beautiful, you crazy girl.”

 

Jacob’s breath came faster now, his chest rising and falling rapidly under her touch. She could feel the effect she was having on him, could see it in the darkening of his eyes, the tightening of his jaw. It thrilled her, knowing that she could unravel him so completely with just a simple touch.

 

“Tiffany, you need to stop,” he ground out, his voice strained. “I can’t…I don’t think I can control myself if you keep touching me like this.”

 

She snatched her hand back, looking up at him. “What do you mean?” she asked.

 

“You know exactly what I mean, Tiff. Come on, you can’t be THAT innocent,” he said, sounding frustrated.

 

Tiffany’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing as realization dawned on her.

 

“I…I’m sorry,” she stammered, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I didn’t mean to…I wasn’t trying to…” She trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence.

 

Jacob let out a long, shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. “It’s okay, Tiff. I know you didn’t mean anything by it. But you have to understand, when you touch me like that…it does things to me. Things I’m not sure you’re ready for.”

 

Tiffany’s blush deepened, spreading down her neck.

 

“I didn’t realize you would think about THAT,” she said.

 

“Tiffany…I am a teenage boy. All I do is think about THAT when you touch me,” he said, shaking his head.

 

Her lips quirked. “Why do you act like it’s a form of torture?”

 

“Because it is,” he barked.

 

She suddenly looked amused. “So…if I touch your body, it’s like torture to you?” she asked, trailing her fingers down her chest again.

 

Jacob looked at her suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

 

“I say…I think this is a good revenge on you for bugging me in the past,” she drawled, inching closer to him.

 

Jacob’s breath caught and his body reacted before he could think.

 

“Tiff…” he said again, his voice strained, the warning clear. “This isn’t funny. You need to stop before we both do something we’re going to regret.”

 

Tiffany’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

 

Her fingers danced along Jacob’s chest, her touch feather-light yet searing against his skin. “I don’t know, I think it’s pretty funny seeing you squirm like this,” she teased, a playful smile on her lips.

 

Jacob growled, grabbing her wrist to still her hand. “Goddammit, Tiff,” he warned, his voice low and husky. “You don’t want to start something you can’t finish.”

 

She tilted her head, her eyes wide and innocent. “Finish what?” she whispered daringly.

 

Jacob’s control snapped. With a groan, he hauled her against him, crashing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. Tiffany gasped into his mouth, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he devoured her, pouring all his pent-up desire into the heated embrace.

 

His entire body hurt, but he ignored it. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but her.

 

His hands roamed her curves, molding her soft body to his hard planes. Tiffany melted into him, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm, her earlier shyness replaced by a newfound boldness that drove him wild.

 

“Jacob,” she panted when they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled with desire. She had never looked more beautiful to him.

 

“We shouldn’t,” he rasped, even as his hands tightened on her hips, betraying his words. “You’re not ready for this, Tiff.”

 

She placed a gentle hand on his cheek, her thumb brushing over his split lip. “N-no…you are right.”

 

“Yes, you should probably leave,” he said in a hoarse voice.

 

But Tiffany didn’t want to leave yet. “What does it feel like when you are turned on? Does it…does it hurt?” she asked.

 

Tiffany wasn’t completely ignorant. She heard other people talking about what happens to boys when they are turned on. But today, she wanted to hear directly from a boy.

 

Because why not? He was her boyfriend, wasn’t he? If she was curious about something, it was his job to clear it up for her.

 

Wasn’t it?

 

Jacob froze, his hands stilling on her hips as her words sank in. He looked like he was at a loss for how to respond.

 

Tiffany waited patiently for his response.

 

“Err…” He swallowed hard, trying to gather his thoughts, but the words came out in a strained whisper. “I’m not… I’m not the best person to explain that.” He let out a rough laugh, running a hand through his messy hair.

 

Tiffany tilted her head slightly, her gaze intent on him. “Why not?”

 

“I don’t know,” he said flatly.

 

“You were never one to shy away from speaking your mind, Jacob. So why won’t you tell me how it feels?” She pouted.

 

“Good god…alright. Well, when I am turned on….my…um…I get really hard and…” he stammered and breathed loudly as Tiffany nudged him impatiently to spit it out.

 

“It’s just uncomfortable, okay?” he snapped. “My balls get real heavy and…I get the urge to…release.”

 

Tiffany gulped, her eyes automatically wandered between his legs. “Release?” she whispered.

 

Jacob cursed under his breath. His body was betraying him, reacting to her proximity. This conversation was impossible. “You know… masturbate to make the pressure go away,” he said, his voice strained. “It’s something every guy deals with. It’s just…biology,” he added quickly.

 

Tiffany remained silent, her eyes still locked on his, and Jacob held his breath, waiting for her reaction.

 

Finally, she looked up at him, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Okay,” she said simply. “I get it.”

 

He raised an eyebrow. “You do?”

 

“Yes. I am not a complete idiot, you know. Do you masturbate often?” she blurted.

 

It was as if she had lost control of her mouth. She couldn’t stop asking these questions because she knew Jacob would tell her anything she asked.

 

Jacob’s eyes widened, his face flushing at Tiffany’s blunt question. He hadn’t expected her to be so direct.

 

“Tiff, come on,” he groaned, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “You can’t just ask a guy that.”

 

“Why not?” she pressed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I want to know. I mean, we’re dating, right? Shouldn’t I know these things about you?”

 

Jacob let out a long sigh, knowing he was trapped. Tiffany had a point.

 

“Alright, fine,” he relented, his cheeks burning. “Yes, I…I do it pretty often. Most guys do. Happy?”

 

Tiffany nodded slowly, processing this information. “And do you…do you think about me when you do it?” she whispered.

 

Jacob’s heart nearly stopped. How was he supposed to answer that? The truth was, he thought about her all the damn time, in ways that would probably make her blush from head to toe.

 

“Yes,” he admitted gruffly, avoiding her gaze. “I mean, you’re my girlfriend. It’s natural that I would think about you…that way.”

 

A small smile tugged...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 19.6.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-090423-6 / 0000904236
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-090423-2 / 9780000904232