Made for Him: A Mafia Baby Romance Read Online Free Page A

sweetheart. I’m thirty-four and a multi-millionaire and more than able to support a child and its mother with as much luxury as you could ever want. But more than that—” he leans down and his hand leaves my cunt, making me groan with disappointment until I realize I can hear the clank of his belt being unbuckled “—I want you. I’m obsessed with you. Do you know the last time I thought about a woman like this, wanted a woman like this? Not since I was a kid in high school. But I’m a man now, and while that baby is mine, I’m just as interested in making you mine.”
    “Yours?” I say, half excited and half terrified. How can I even be thinking about sex and romance at a time like this? But his words are lighting twin fires in my heart and my belly, connecting the two. I can’t untwist my lust from whatever emotions he evokes in me, and as I hear the silken rustle of his boxers as his hand pulls out his cock, I decide that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
    “Have you ever had a man make you his, Jessica?” he asks darkly. “Have you ever had a man claim you? Own you?”
    “N-no,” I stammer. “No one’s ever wanted to make me his.”
    “You’re wrong,” Matteo tells me. “There’ve been men who’ve wanted to. But you didn’t let them, did you, Jessica? Not like you’re going to let me right now.”
    And then the hot tip of his cock brushes against my folds.
    “Answer me,” he demands.

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    Jess
    “ N o , I never let them,” I answer, still stammering, my cunt so wet and tight I can barely think straight.
    “But you want me to make you mine now, don’t you? You want me to own you?”
    His cock is notched at my entrance, already stretching me, and fuck, this is going to hurt—and I’m going to come so hard.
    “Yes,” I admit, trembling beneath him. “I want you to claim me.”
    With a satisfied grunt, he pushes into me.
    I cry out against the desk, the sound echoing throughout the office. Fuck , he’s big—bigger than I remembered, so fucking thick that I can feel myself stretching to take him, despite how wet I am.
    He groans and I can feel him shuddering behind me. “So tight like this,” he mutters to himself. “So fucking tight.”
    There’s no widening my legs with the skirt pinning them together and no adjusting the angle of my hips after his hand comes back down between my shoulder blades to keep me bent over the desk. I’m helpless, immobile, and that just makes it better. I know it shouldn’t…but it does.
    “You like that, princess?” Matteo hisses in my ear as he pulls out to the tip and then pushes back in again. The flared edge of his crown drags across every nerve ending I have, and I moan in response.
    “I need more than that,” he growls. “Say, ‘I like it, Matteo.’”
    Matteo. That’s the name you say when you come.
    Memories of that night blend with the present moment, and there’s no doubt in my mind or voice when I speak. “I like it, Matteo.”
    “Good,” he says, satisfied. “Good girl. Giving me this pussy again. Keeping this pussy just for me.”
    Oh my God. I tremble at his words. Terrible words. Words that imply ownership, entitlement. Regular Jess knows he’s not entitled to shit, but cavewoman Jess—well, she likes those words. They make her wet, make her squirm against him, desperately trying get his dick deeper inside her. Cavewoman Jess is ready to give him all the pussy he wants.
    And then his hand disappears from my back, and both my wrists, already resting on the desk, are seized. He wraps his long fingers around them and moves them out past my head, so that his whole body is stretched and pressed against mine. His suit jacket and tie whisper against my blouse, his zipper rubs against my ass, and I feel his breath near my ear.
    “You’re going to have my baby,” he says in a low voice. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is? How fucking hard that makes me?”
    “I do have some idea,” I murmur back. “Given that