Made for Him: A Mafia Baby Romance by Rae Lynn Blaise Read Free Book Online Page B

detect a palpable undercurrent of irritation. I can’t catch everything he’s saying, but I hear fragments.
    “… That’s three of my men he’s killed this month alone…”
    “…Unacceptable failure, and the ATF won’t leave us alone now…”
    “…Won’t use leverage until I already have the upper hand…”
    I bite down on my lip. This is not financial advisor talk. This is something much more complicated and much more dangerous. I may be young and my entire world might be legal paper-pushing and self-congratulatory dinners and fundraisers, but I’m not an idiot.
    Guns downstairs.
    Employees being killed.
    The ATF Bureau.
    Matteo Moretti is into something bad. Illegal bad. Multiple felonies bad. In fact, as I think about it, it wouldn’t be so shocking if Moretti Investments is a front for whatever his real business is. It would certainly explain the empty office, the reason I’d never heard of his firm.
    I sit up, discomfort twisting inside of me, because I can’t be with a man tangled up with crime. But as I sit up, the sheets pull past my tender breasts and I remember.
    This isn’t any man. This is the father of my baby.
    Shit.
    My movement grabs Matteo’s attention. He says something to the man in the doorway, and then he closes the door and strolls over to me. Even in the dark, those blue eyes tell me what he’s thinking.
    He knows I heard him, and fear zings up my spine. If he is really a criminal, maybe he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt me in order to protect his activities. Oh God, what if he does try to hurt me? How could I fight him off in a house full of his armed friends?
    Adrenaline matches the fear, making my pulse thrum.
    He stops at the side of the bed and runs a fingertip up my arm to my neck. Goosebumps pop up everywhere, and I try to keep my breathing steady and under control.
    “Matteo…” I start.
    “I’ll make a deal with you, princess. I’ll tell you everything you want to know—tomorrow. You can ask me any question you like. But tonight, I have other plans for your mouth.”
    Despite everything—the guns and the danger and all the questions I want to ask—my body responds to the gravelled tone of his voice and the dark glint of his eyes, sending blood and heat down to my pussy. “What plans for my mouth?” I ask, hesitant and excited all at once.
    No, Jess! a part of my mind protests. Get some answers now! You deserve them if he’s wants to be part of your baby’s life!
    But then his hand comes around the back of my neck, fisting the hair at my nape, while his other hand unbuckles and unzips his pants. It’s ridiculous that my mouth starts watering—I’ve never been opposed to blowjobs, but I wouldn’t say I’ve ever been excited about one—but something about Matteo makes me hungry for his cock. I want to kiss it and suck on it, I want to lick it and pull on it, I want to see his face and hear his groans as I bring him to his powerful knees.
    “You can say no, sweetheart,” Matteo says as he pulls his rigid length out of his pants. “I don’t want you to, but you can, and I won’t be mad.”
    I can’t tear my eyes away from his erection. He’s beautifully made, the smooth column of his cock wide and ridged with thick veins. The head is dark and swollen, capped with a flared helmet that makes me ache to trace it with my tongue.
    “I want this,” I whisper. “Let me taste you.”
    A low rumble in his chest tells me that he’s pleased by my answer, and then he feeds me his dick, inch by hot inch, the rumble growing louder as I flatten my tongue against the underside of his shaft. He tastes amazing—clean skin with a hint of salt—and I close my lips around him to suck, hollowing my cheeks and rubbing my tongue against his crown.
    His fist hits the headboard by my head. “ Fuck , Jessica. Fuck, that feels good.”
    I can’t respond with my mouth full of his cock, but I look up at him through my lashes and redouble my efforts, adding my hand at his base