Knocked Up by the Beast: A Mafia Romance (Kingdoms Book 1)

by Aria R. Blue

  A laugh escapes from deep within me, shaking off the heaviness from the day.

  Belle lets out a whimper as the world beneath her shakes.

  Her thighs part, and her sweet little pussy rests right against my knee. “You wanted to help, right? The only thing you can do right now is make me feel good.”

  My fingers graze down her bare shoulders. “What are you asking me to do, Belle?”

  She presses her core against my knee, and lets out a shuddering breath. “I’ve been so horny for you, Mr. Blackwood. Make me come. Just one more time.”

  “Just one more time? The last time you said that, I gave you this,” I say, rubbing her sensitive belly.

  I grab the hem of her long flowy dress and tug it up until it’s bunched around her waist.

  “I’ve been keeping it nice and tight for you,” she says, spreading her knees wider, revealing all of her pink flesh to me. It’s covered by a scrap of white panties that’s drenched all the way through.

  “Do you think these windows are tinted, Belle?” I ask against the back of her ear.

  She’s in the process of pulling down the front straps of her dress, but stops when I ask her that. “Aren’t they?”

  “No, baby,” I say. “They’re not. Anybody can look inside and see that I have a pretty little slut in my arms.”

  I cover her exposed panties with her dress, but my hand still remains inside. I rip the scrap of cotton with one hand, and cup her juicy cunt. “Now what should we do about this mess?”

  Her ass wiggles against my cock.

  She tries to pull my hand away from her dripping core, but I hold on.

  “Leo, if people can see us,” she breathes. “Then maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “You should’ve thought of that before you went and spread your pretty thighs for me, baby girl,” I growl against her ear.

  I cup her swollen breasts, and squeeze them lightly. They’re bigger than before, and more sensitive too, if her lip biting is any indication.

  My Belle is delicate now.

  I made her this way.

  “I knocked you up just like I said I would, didn’t I? I have to admit though, I thought it would take a few more fucks. It shouldn’t come as a surprise though. You’ve always been so hungry. Always gripping me so tightly that I can’t help but finish inside you.”

  “Oh my God, Leo,” she says, arching her back.

  I pull her creamy tits out of her dress one by one. “So I don’t care if anybody watches, Belle. They’ll understand that when a woman as sexy as you bares her swollen pussy, a man can only have so much control left.”

  Her pussy gushes at my words.

  I lather it all over her cunt and inner thighs.

  “Do you like the idea of people watching you when you’re like this, Belle? Do you get off on the idea of other men getting hard over your big breasts and glistening pussy, wishing they were in my place?”

  “No,” she says, even as a sigh escapes her lips.

  “Then why is this pussy getting wetter?” I say, slapping her hot flesh. “It craves to be put on a pedestal for everyone to view. It knows that it’s pretty so it wants to show off, doesn’t it?”

  I squeeze her breasts as I clamp my teeth down on her neck.

  “Leo,” she screams.

  “Louder, baby girl,” I say. “I love it when you scream my name. Let the whole world know that they can look at your body, but I’m the only man who can touch it. Isn’t that right?”

  I slip a finger into her opening.

  Fuck. Still as tight as when she was a virgin.

  “Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Blackwood. Only you can touch it.”

  “Show the world what they’re missing out on, Belle. Dance for me,” I order.

  Her hips lurch forward, following their own truth. Her slutty little body always knows what it wants.

  “Look at you, baby. Even now. So desperate to be stuffed by a thick cock.”

  I release my cock, and let it push up against her wet folds. She takes it right against her slit, and rubs up and down my length, lubing me up.

  I’m mesmerized. I can’t get over it.

  Her beauty.

  Her magic.

  Her sexiness.

  It’s beyond sexy to know that she’s carrying my child. Some caveman part of me is screaming in triumph.

  Her heavy tits swing as she moves on top of me. I lift her dress up to look at her plump ass grinding all over my lap.

  “I’d stick some dollar bills in your panties, but I just ripped yours,” I say, adding another finger into her pussy.

  She dances with my fingers impaling her. “You’re so big, Mr. Blackwood,” she whines.

  “And yet, you stretch yourself around my cock with no problem,” I say, positioning my head against her opening and dipping into her, just the tip.

  “Fuck,” she says, shuddering as a splash of my pre-cum sprays against her walls.

  “I can’t wait any longer, baby. I have to have you,” I say, slowly pushing into her while molding her tits in my palms. “I’ve been craving your forbidden cunt since the moment I first laid eyes on you. This is exactly how I pictured it, actually. Your belly pregnant with my child, and your tits swollen with milk.”

  I grab her elbows, and fold them behind her body as I start to thrust into her body. Her tits bounce and her thighs tighten around my body.

  A muffled moan escapes her lips.

  “Go ahead, Belle. You can be loud,” I say. “You don’t have to pretend like you’re not a slut for my cock. You love having your pussy pounded and your clit destroyed. Tell me who this body belongs to.”

  “My body is yours to use, Mr. Blackwood,” she gasps, dropping her head on my shoulder.

  “That’s right. All. Fucking. Mine.” I punctuate each word with deep thrusts that have us both falling over the edge.

  She’s screaming my name now, so loud that it’s a miracle the driver hadn’t pulled the car over out of embarrassment.

  I’m gripping her waist and biting down on her shoulders as I come inside her.

  When she’s spent and flushed, she lays her head back down on my chest, and lets me hold her. I press my nose against her hair, inhaling as much of her scent as possible.

  We stay there, skin to skin, until the storm inside our lungs steadies into a calm wave.

  She shifts in my hold, and looks up at me. Her eyes command my full attention.

  Her voice shakes as she says, “I love you. You know that right? I’ve always been in love with you. I just never had the courage to say it.”

  I kiss the soft skin at the base of her neck, right where the necklace I gave her still hangs. “I love you, Belle.”

  I drape her pretty dress back over her body, smoothening it over her thighs and slipping her shoulder straps back in place.

  “I’m surprised you didn’t rip it,” she says.

  I shake my head. “It looked pretty on you.”

  She smiles at me, and then glances out at the city view, at the cars and buildings passing us by.

  “These windows are tinted, by the way,” I say.

  “I know,” she says.

  I chuckle at her response.

  She knows me too well. She knows I would have cut my right arm off before letting anybody else lay their eyes on what’s mine.

  Tugging on her thin necklace, I hold up the pendant.

  The Rose.

  It makes my throat constrict.

  With electrifying clarity, I know what I have to do now.

  I hold up the diamond in front of her. “Marry me.”

  She looks up at me. Her big bambi eyes have a mask cast over them—one I can’t decipher. “No.”

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  Leo

  “Do I at least get an explanation?” I ask, smiling. I’m sensing that my baby has something she needs to get off her chest.

  “I have a few hard questions for you,” she says. “And I want your complete honesty.”

  There’s a si
ckening sensation in my stomach.

  I know what’s about to come. And she deserves to know the complete truth about everything.

  “Go ahead,” I say. “I’m ready.”

  “When was the first time you killed a man?”

  “Seventeen. Dad was showing me this new club he bought. Right before the club was about to close for the night, a fight broke out. It was an attack from one of the smaller mob families. They came for power, and left with only half of their men.”

  “Did you feel bad about it?”

  I hold her gaze as I say, “Not as much as I should have. I had trouble sleeping that night, but come morning, it was like nothing had ever even happened.”

  “What’s the worst thing you ever did?”

  I close my eyes shut, going through the memories that I usually push to the back of my mind. Belle is making me face all of the ugly parts of myself. The darkest corners of my soul.

  “I have some morals, Belle. I never kill unless it’s to protect someone I care about or to save more people in the process. I never hurt women or children. But there was a time when I had to capture a woman.”

  “For what?”

  “Her name was Anastasia. She was one of the most trusted members of the gang. The underboss, actually. But she turned out to be a rat. A traitor who spilled all of our secrets to the highest bidder. She ran away when she found out that we knew. And I was the one who had her captured for her execution.”

  “The…underboss?”

  “Second-in-command.”

  “I thought you were the second-in-command.”

  “It wasn’t until after Anastasia’s execution. She was the underboss before me. My Dad’s best friend too. He killed her himself after finding out what she did.”

  She sucks in a sharp breath. “Wow.”

  “Yeah. That’s why I didn’t want anything to do with this world. Nothing but betrayal and disappointment waiting in every corner. Too much power and greed changes people sometimes. It’s the same reason why I didn’t want to suck you into this world.”

  She shakes her head. “You didn’t suck me into anything. This is just a…situation we happen to be in right now. We’ll get through it.”

  I cup her neck, and plant a kiss on her temple.

  She closes her eyes and breathes, “And the West Wing?”

  I knew this question would come, but it catches me off guard anyway.

  “It was a love story gone wrong,” I say. “A love that turned a sweet girl into an ice queen. And a king into a fool.”

  “Luna?”

  “Yeah, Luna. And Nico.”

  “Who’s Nico?”

  “He’s a Monte—the biggest Italian mafia in Chicago. We don’t talk now, but there was a time when he was like a brother to me. When he used to confide everything in me. So I know. I know how deeply he has always loved her.”

  “Did she love him too?”

  “Not at first,” I chuckle. “It’s like something from a movie. After meeting her, he had eyes only for her. But she had always been wary of him. Even after he won her over, she locked up a piece of her heart for herself. She knew he was trouble. And he proved her worst suspicions true.”

  “What…what did he do?”

  “Something unforgivable. In her eyes, at least. She never told me what he did, but it had to have been something bad. I was the shoulder she cried on. All she said was that her heart was broken.”

  “It’s hard to imagine her like that,” Belle says. “Luna always appears to be so…polished and detached.”

  “Looks can be deceiving, right?” I say, clearing my throat. “She wasn’t always like that though. You should have seen her with Nico. She just…laughed more. And then he turned her into who she is now—a person who just won’t take shit from anybody anymore.”

  I was a witness to their love.

  I was there through their highs and their lows. And when they separated, it fractured a piece of my heart too.

  But I know that even if Nico declares war against the Blackwoods, I wouldn’t hand Luna over to him. Not unless that’s what she wants.

  “Leo?” Belle says, trailing her fingers down my forearm.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “What does all of this have to do with the West Wing?”

  “Right,” I nod, pulling out my phone. “I’ll show you.”

  I make a video call to Luna.

  A moment later, Belle is staring at the truth.

  “Luna wasn’t the only person living in the West Wing,” I say slowly. “She was taking care of two children. Thomas and Kelsey.”

  The toddlers are sleeping peacefully in the background. Luna steps out of the bedroom, and closes the door behind her.

  “I just put them to sleep,” she says. Her eyes flicker to Belle, and then back to me. “You told her?”

  “I was hoping you would,” I say, knowing fully well she would do no such thing.

  “Nice try. Call me back after she knows everything.” With that, she hangs up.

  Belle blinks a couple of times. “She…there were kids in the estate?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Luna has two kids?”

  “Well, technically, she has one kid. The boy, Thomas.”

  “I-I saw a girl too.”

  “The girl is mine. I’m Kelsey’s legal guardian, Belle.”

  Her hand goes to the base of her belly, but her brown eyes remain calm. “Why am I just hearing about these children?”

  “Nico doesn’t know about his kid. If he were to ever find out, he would hunt and burn down everybody who knew and chose not to tell him.”

  “And why doesn’t he know that he fathered a child?”

  “That’s what Luna wanted,” I shrug.

  “How did you become Kelsey’s guardian?”

  I suck in a deep breath. “She was left on my doorstep as a baby.”

  “In Silver Falls?”

  “Yeah,” I say. “It was a few days after Luna gave birth to Thomas. She took one look at the newborn, and took the baby girl in as her own.”

  “I still don’t understand why you kept all of it a secret.”

  “I was going to tell you,” I say. “Eventually. The only reason I held back was because it wasn’t my secret to tell. And if I told you about Kelsey, then I would have to tell you about Thomas too.”

  “That’s why the West Wing was always off-limits,” she mutters.

  “Yeah, the kids are only two years old right now. They can get pretty loud,” I say.

  “It’s also why you dined with me only on alternate days.”

  I nod. “Luna thought that it was good for the kids to have me around. So I had dinner with them every other night after I met you.”

  I smile as I think about the kids.

  Thomas is a quiet, obedient child who likes to play with his toy trains all day.

  Kelsey, on the other hand, has more explosive energy. She spends her days either picking on Thomas or running after butterflies in the West Wing garden.

  “Are you close to them?” Belle asks, squeezing my hand gently.

  I nod once. “Yeah, they still video-call me every day. Luna is Kelsey’s nanny, but she raises her like she’s her own. I know that both of the little ones are taken care of, but I still miss spending time with them.”

  Belle’s throat bobs as she swallows. “I think I understand why you did what you did, Leo. All of it makes sense now. I always knew that you were hiding something from me, and now I know. I’m not talking about the kids when I say this, but I wish you understood that I would have accepted you for who you are.”

  I hold her hand.

  This is my greatest flaw, isn’t it?

  I’m always so preoccupied with putting up the best version of myself for everybody. Especially with Belle.

  I only wanted her to see the good parts of me. The dark and ugly were always hidden.

  But I should have shown her everything from the start.

  Everybody has light and dark
inside them. Some strengths and some flaws. They are what make us who we are.

  “It took me some time,” I say. “To realize that you wanted to see everything.”

  All she ever asked was for me to be authentic.

  “I have to admit, this is a lot to take in,” she says. “But I’m glad you’re not growing opium inside your house.”

  “I can assure you, Belle,” I say, taking her hand in mine. “The estate is not where my family grows our opium.”

  She pulls her hand away. “Promise me something right now. No more hiding.”

  “No more hiding,” I promise easily. I take her hand back and place it over the left side of my chest. Right over my heartbeat. “You hear this?”

  She holds her own breath as she listens to the beating of my heart.

  “Yeah,” she says.

  “This heart is yours. Till the end of time. Will you accept it?”

  “Yes,” she says.

  A single word. It’s music to my ears.

  I cup her face, and lean down to brush my lips against hers. “Say it one more time.”

  She presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth and says, “Yes. I’ll marry you.”

  How can so much happen in a single day?

  It was just moments ago that I thought that nothing could possibly make me happier. But this woman in my arms, she never fails to keep me on my toes.

  I kiss her deeply.

  I kiss her until she’s a mess of breathy moans and little gasps.

  The car slows to a stop.

  It’s raining outside—rivulets of water run down the tinted windows.

  We’ve reached my apartment.

  I open my door, and walk around the car to open hers. She gets out with a big smile splitting her face, letting herself get drenched in the rain.

  The driver passes me an umbrella, but I don’t bother opening it.

  Because I’m beholding something truly beautiful.

  Her smile—it used to make me want to destroy kingdoms, but now, things have changed.

  It makes me want to build kingdoms.

  A high-pitched squeal from behind me makes me wince. I turn around and find my sister barrelling down towards us.

  She shouts to be heard over the deafening rain. “Hi, I’m Ivy.”

  “Hey.” Belle opens her arms, and both of them hug.