Nanny’s Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Possessive Mafia Kings Book 3)
Nanny’s Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss: Chapter 17

We stayed longer at the gala than I liked. Dovnic never asked me for my help, and I never offered it, but I won’t throw his son under the bus. I won’t be held responsible for a kid being harmed for telling a family secret. If I know one thing about this life, it’s that families in this line of work are very prideful.

Myself included.

Walking out of the gala doors to the elevator is something I have been looking forward to since I saw Sophie in that dress. Jesus Christ, she looks so fucking good.

She hides her body but all I want to do is show it off. She’s gorgeous, and she has no idea how much attention she brings to every room she steps into. I saw the way the men looked at her at the gala. They wanted what I had, and it pleased me to know they would never have it.

“I need to use the ladies’ room before we go upstairs. I’ll meet you at the elevator?” she tells me, a sweet smile stretching across her face that leaves no room for doubt about what I want.

Forever.

I want forever with Sophie Matthews. I just have to convince her that she’s worth an eternity. I hate that she thinks she is temporary, and I’ll work my entire life to prove her wrong.

“I’ll be waiting.” I kiss her on the forehead and head to the elevator.

“It was good seeing you, Matias.”

I turn to see Dovnic behind me with his son who is giving me scattered, nervous looks. At this rate, I won’t need to say anything. He’s going to out himself if he keeps it up.

“You too, Dovnic.” I lean against the wall, watching as they walk towards the exit, then sigh, knowing I can’t let the kid down. “Dovnic.”

He stops in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder. “Da?”

“If you ever need anything, I’m happy to be there.”

His brows raise in surprise. “Da, you too.” A bewildered expression twinkles in his eyes before strolling to the door again. His son gives me a curt nod in thanks before wrapping his arm around his date and following his father.

I check the time on my Rolex. Sophie has been gone longer than I expected. Right as I take a step into the direction of the restrooms, I see her come around the corner, holding her clutch to her chest. She briefly scans the room for me and when Sophie replaces me, another bright smile lights up her face.

That’s for me.

She’s happy to see me. No other man. No one else.

Me.

When she’s closer, my lust gets the best of me and I tuck my hands in my pockets, letting my eyes travel the elegant curves of her body.

“Matias, you’re looking at me as if you want to maul me right here,” she giggles, stopping right in front of me.

I glance down, getting a good view of her cleavage, and my cock twitches when I think about sliding between her breasts.

“Matias,” she whispers, looking to the left, then right. “You’re breathing hard.”

“I can’t help it. You make me want to lose control.” I spin around and give her my back, slamming my hand against the elevator button. “You have no idea how much I’ve held myself back all night. You tempt me,” I growl, waiting for this damn door to open.

I’ve never wanted us to have separate beds or rooms as much as I do right now. Desire is coiling in my veins, heating me from the inside out. My fingers drag against the wall as I try not to snap.

When the elevator dings and the door opens, I sidestep so others can exit. I give a nod to an older gentleman who must be in his eighties, but he isn’t looking at me. He’s staring at Sophie, not that I blame him.

If he was fifty years younger, I might have a problem.

“Lucky man,” his old voice breaks with old age as he speaks to me.

“Don’t I know it.” I snag her arm and pull her inside the elevator, pressing the button to close the door so no one else enters.

“Hold the door!” someone shouts.

I keep pressing the button, over and over again, even though I know it won’t make a difference. The doors close just as he slaps the elevator, cursing that he missed it.

I might hear him call me an asshole too, but if he had Sophie next to him, there’s no way he would allow anyone else on this elevator.

“That wasn’t nice.”

I growl into the empty space and grab her by the throat, pinning her against the wall. “I don’t feel like being nice when I want you so fucking bad. You’ve been tempting me in this dress all fucking night.” I nip at her lip, wanting to push her over the edge.

I want her to break her rule.

No more time.

No more space.

The day was long enough. I can’t take anymore.

She wraps her arms around my neck, and I reach behind me, pressing the emergency stop button. We come to a quick halt, the elevator grinding to a stop. The lights flicker as we kiss and grab one another, letting loose the passion that’s been building all fucking day.

We groan into each other’s mouths. Her fingers dig into my shoulders while my hands grip her ass. I rock against her, my cock hard and aching to be inside her.

“Fuck. I need you right now.” I kneel, grabbing the hem of her dress and ripping it up the side so I have access.

She gasps, pupils blown with need. “I liked this dress.”

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck. “I’ll buy you a hundred more.” I fumble with my belt, and she unzips my pants. My cock bobs when its free, pre-come beading at the slit.

My fingers tug at her panties and right as she thinks I’m going to dive them into her cunt, I pull them from her body, the material tearing in two. I toss them on the ground, lift her legs around my hips, my palms settled on each cheek as I hold her, then drive inside as hard as I can.

“Oh god!” she cries out loud. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Not here.”

“I don’t give a fuck where we are. If I want you, I’m taking you.” The elevator shakes with every hard thrust she takes from me. I clutch her shoulder with one hand, keeping a tight grip on her ass with the other, forcing her down on my cock. “Fuck, fuck! Goddamn it, it’s been too long since I’ve been inside you. So fucking tight. So fucking wet. Do you hear it? Do you hear how soaked you are for me, Sophie? Me. No one else.” It’s erotic and it adds to my unhinged lust, boiling my blood. It’s as if I can’t fuck her hard enough or deep enough. I need to be closer. “I can’t get enough of you.”

A sound of static comes from the speaker. “Hello? Is everyone okay in there?” a voice asks.

Fuck.

I pressed the emergency stop button.

I cover Sophie’s mouth, so she doesn’t give away what we are up to. Her cries are beautiful. I love making her feel so good. I grunt quietly, continuing my pace.

She screams behind my hand, becoming wetter as her orgasm gets closer.

“Do we want to let them know you’re about to come on my cock?” I whisper. “Do you want to let them know how fucking good I make you feel?”

She shakes her head, then nods, then shakes her head again.

“Oh, Sophie,” I moan into her ear. “I’m so close. You’re going to make me come.” I try to hold back. I try to keep my orgasm inside. She needs to come first.

But my cock burns with need. I can’t stop it.

I rip my hand from her lips and cover her mouth with my own, groaning so loud, there’s no way it can’t be heard in the speaker.

“Hello? Are you okay? Help is on the way,” they say.

She rips her lips from mine and tosses her head back. “Matias! Oh, god.” Her cunt squeezes me as her orgasm takes over, spasming against my sensitive cock.

I fill her, stream after stream drowning her, hoping tonight is the night she gets pregnant. I don’t want her to replace out my secret plan to have her with my child.

But there’s no way after tonight, she won’t be.

I steal her lips again, grabbing her chin as I control the kiss. It’s rough with tongue and broken pants as we try to catch our breath.

The elevator groans and the doors are pried open by the sound of it.

“Oh my god.” She hides her face in my chest.

There’s no way they can’t tell what we were doing. My cock is still inside her, still hard, still throbbing.

“Oh. Damn. Um,” one of the men seems unsure of what to say. “Good to know you’re okay.”

“Never fucking better.” I turn my head to my shoulder. “Could you guys give us a moment of privacy? I don’t want you seeing my fiancé.”

“Right. Yes.”

“Of course.”

“Whatever you need.”

“I want my wife to fuck me in an elevator.” The last of the men gripes as he turns around.

I slowly slide out of Sophie, both of us moaning, her from being empty, and me not being suffocated by her warmth. I tuck myself back into my pants, bend down to pick up her ripped panties and tuck them in my pocket.

“You’re dripping from me,” she hisses. “How am I going to get out of here without them seeing?”

“Let them see.”

“Matias!”

I chuckle. “I’m kidding.” I poke my head through the open doors. “Hey guys, we’re going up. Nothing is wrong with this elevator. She looked too good. I couldn’t stop myself.” I give the doors a knock and press the button again, the doors shutting.

“Lucky man,” I hear just before we begin to rise.

Fuck yes, I am.