THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

I woke up the next morning with Sin asleep beside me, one hand wrapped around my waist while the other had my head resting on it. I turned to face him, and he looked so peaceful and calm.

I slowly traced the tattoos on his arms while he slept like a baby. Looking at him, it feels like I have known him for a lifetime, when in reality it’s just a few months. I still haven’t told him about the baby; even with all Samantha’s pep talks, I was still scared to tell him because I wasn’t sure what his reaction might be.

Suddenly his eyes started fluttering open, and he had a smile on his face when he opened his eyes fully to see me staring at him.

“Good morning, Bambina,” he said in his deep, sexy morning voice.

“Good morning,” I say, leaning in so that his lips can claim mine.

The kiss started off slow and steady until it became feverish, and our tongues fought for dominance, but of course Sin won. I pulled away, trailing a kiss slowly down his exposed chest to his stomach. I pulled his boxer down, and his dickens sprung out hard. I slowly used my tongue to trace the tip, and he moaned.

My hands were wrapped around his big cock, putting him in my mouth, and my pussy started to throb when I heard his tender moans falling out of his mouth.

“Fuck.. Just like that, Bambina. Fuck,” he says in between moans.

I suck and swirl my tongue around him faster, massaging his balls with one hand while I increase my pace. I moved my head up and down a few more times, making sure he completely released his semen, before kissing the head of his length and sitting up with a smile on my face.

“You’ve had your turn now; it’s my turn. I want to taste you.” He said, placing a kiss on my lips, removing my single nightgown and pantyhose, getting between my legs, and placing a single kiss in the middle of the sex. I moaned in pleasure, and my body buckled up. His hands wrapped around my waist and held me still as his tongue moved up and down rapidly. He slipped a finger into my pocket, then another one.

“Fuck Nikolai, I need more.” I moan as I feel a build-up in my stomach. He goes faster and faster, making me moan out loud at the intense pleasure thrusting itself into me with full force. His hand squeezed my breast as his hips pushed against me faster. I wrapped my finger around him and dug my nails into his back.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Tell me, Bambina, who makes you feel this way?”

“You, Nikolai. Please don’t stop.” I begged.

“Non ti lascera mai andare principessa,” he promised as he slammed his lips on mine.

He placed my legs on his shoulders and started slamming into me harder and harder, causing the whole bed to move. We were both panting and moaning as our bodies moved together in perfect sync. He was relentless, driving faster and harder into me with each thrust.

“Fuck princess, you are so tight.” He cupped my breast with one hand, and the other cupped my clit, massaging it rapidly. His hands grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking me up so that my lips could meet his. Within a second, I was having my second orgasm of the night.

“Who do you belong to, Piccola Tentatrice?” he says through gritted teeth. The pleasure begins to overpower my body as I start to shake from the immense pleasure.

“You… Fuck… Only you, Nikolai.” I moan against his neck. He grabbed my waist with both hands and started pounding into me roughly. Our moans were in sync.

“Cum for me, princess.” Sin whispers

“Nikolai,” I moaned, and orgasm pooled through me like a wildfire.

I put my hands on my lips, trying to control my moans as i find my release. He continued thrusting in, and his ball smacked my ass. He thrust a few more times before spilling in on me. His skin glistened in sweat, and I ran my hand over his cheek, pulling his hair back that was sticking to his forehead due to sweat. He smiled at me, kissing my lips, then down to my neck, then back to my lips again.

He kissed me on the lips, and I instantly kissed him back, before he pulls away getting out of bed.

“I have to handle something for an hour, and then I want to take you somewhere.”

“Where.”

“Somewhere special to me. Have breakfast and freshen up.”

“Where exactly is that?” I asked as he went into his closet.

“It’s a secret, amore.”

I rolled my eyes playfully as he shut the closet door, and I walked into the bathroom to tidy myself up and get rid of the sticky feeling underneath my legs. After cleaning myself up, I put on my fluffy slippers and marched downstairs to the kitchen. Sarah was standing beside the stove, stirring something in the pot.

“Buon giorno, Sarah.” I saluted, taking a seat on the stool.

“Ah, my child, buon giorno!”

“How was your night?” I asked her.

“It was fine, dear, and yours.”

“It was great.” I answered, and it went silent for a while until I perceived the great aroma.

“What are you making? It smells really nice.” I asked her as I watched her continue to stir whatever was inside the pot.

“It’s stracciatella, an egg soup.” She took out a plate, putting some stracciatella on it before placing it in front of me. I took a spoonful of soup, put it in my mouth, and almost moaned out loud at how great it tasted.

“This is really delicious.” I compliment, pointing down at the soup.

“Thank you, dear; it was my mother’s recipe.” Sarah smiled but kept on doing her work.

I heard two sets of soft footsteps coming towards the kitchen and turned my head to see Samantha and Zoey walking in.

“Wow, it smells great here.” Samantha said, rubbing her stomach as she walked to where Sarah stood, while Zoey came to take a seat beside me.

“Hey,” I said, putting another spoonful of soup in my mouth.

“Hey,” she smiled, watching how Sarah was scolding Samantha because she tried drinking from the pot. “I didn’t see you yesterday.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just tired and decided to rest.”

Sarah dropped a plate of stracciatella in front of Zoey, and Samantha had hers in her arms, placing it on the table to take a seat on the other side of me.

“How are you feeling?” she whispered to my ears so that Zoey and Sarah wouldn’t hear.

“I’m good. Surprisingly, I slept well last night.” I whispered back to her.

“What are you guys whispering about?” Zoey asked, shifting closer to hear what we were saying.

“None of your business, Zoey.” Samantha said playfully as she gently pulled my stool close to her, “So Piccolo Fagiolo didn’t disturb you.”

“Piccolo fagiolo?” I asked her.

“That’s what I’m calling the baby in your womb since we don’t know the sex.” I shake my head in amusement. I guess Samantha is really excited about the baby. “Speaking of babies, we need to go to the hospital today and see how far along you are.”

“I can’t; Nikolai is taking me out.” I spoke quietly to her.

“Okay, tomorrow then. I can already see the baby bump. I thought you were just adding weight with the way you ate, but I guess that was not the case.”

My eyes started to water, and my lips bent in a pout. Samantha’s face suddenly turned concerned as her eyebrows screwed down in worry.

“Mani, are you OK?” she asked in a panicked voice, as i let out a loud sob. Sarah and Zoey looked at me in concern, then Zoey turned to glare at Samantha while I kept bawling my eyes out.

“What the hell did you say to her, Sam?” Zoey snapped.

Samantha stood, arms raised, with a shocked expression. “I didn’t say anything; one minute we were talking, and the next she was crying her eyes out.”

“Dear, what is wrong?” Sarah’s motherly voice came through as she patted my back softly to try and calm me down.

I let out a series of hiccups, my finger raised to point at Samantha, my eyes blurry. “Samantha called me fat.” I said, in the midst of hiccups.

It was silent for a minute; Samantha had her mouth opened wide while Sarah and Zoey stared at me in disbelief.

“wait.. what. ” Zoey asked like she couldn’t understand what I had just said. “So let me get this straight. You’re crying because Samantha called you fat.” She spoke very slowly, and I nodded my head, confirming it again.

Samantha kept on staring at me in shock, while Zoey let out a loud laugh, while Sarah chuckled softly.

We all heard footsteps rushing into the kitchen, and Sin came into view, along with Luca tagging behind him. His eyes scanned everyone before settling on my tear-stained face, and he sent a glare to everyone in the kitchen. I stood up from my stool and ran towards his embrace, burying my face in his chest as his hands moved up and down my back softly, trying to calm me down.

I was able to calm down, letting out a shaky breath. Sin’s hands cupped my face, and he used his thumb to wipe away the tears from my face.

“What is it? Why are you crying?” He asked, his voice filled with worry, making me turn towards, Samantha and Zoey pointing at them, before turning back to gaze at him.

“Samantha called me fat, and Zoey kept on laughing.”

“wait… What.” Luca asked, looking at everyone before his gaze settled on me. His face was red, as if he were trying to contain his laugh.

“Those were my exact thoughts when she told me the reason for bawling her eyes out,” Zoey said.

“You aren’t fat; it’s true you added a little bit of weight, but you’re not fat. In fact, you look beyond sexy, so don’t listen to a word Sam says.” Sin says, stroking my hair lovingly and stretching a smile on my face.

“Why don’t you go freshen up?” We still have an exciting trip ahead of us today.” He says that, and I nod my head, giving both Samantha and Zoey a glare, as I made my out of the kitchen, the both of them struggling to contain their laughter.

As I made my way up the stairs, I could hear the faint voice of Luca and Sin conversing.

“Hai molto nel tuo piatto, uomini.”

“Raccontami!. Ma non mi importa se ha qualcosa a che fare con la mia piccola tentatrice.” The fading sound of Sin’s voice flowed through the stairs as I walked into the room.

I took off my clothes, put them in the laundry basket, and then stepped into the bathroom. I got into the shower, washing my body and the stress away. My hormones keep going sideways, and I can’t tell when I will be emotional again. I can’t control the way I feel, like what happened a few minutes ago.

If you asked me why I was crying, I would have no idea. I just can’t control my emotions. I guess it’s the peak of being pregnant. I quickly showered, then stepped out of the bathroom, towelling my body.

Making my way into the closet, I proceeded to search for something nice and comfortable to wear, so I settled on blue jeans, a white top, and white sneakers. I took a blue jacket but didn’t put it on yet. my hair was put in a low bun and did minimal makeup before heading back downstairs to look for Sin.

I hope this will be an exciting trip.

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Translation

Buon giorno — Good morning

Piccolo fagiolo, little bean

Hai molto nel tuo piatto uomini: You’ve got a lot on your plate, men.

Raccontami!. Ma non mi importa se ha qualcosa a fare con la mia piccola tentatrice, tell me about it. But I don’t mind if it has anything to do with my little temptress.