Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

“I still haven’t told Andre about the baby,” I mutter under my breath to Cassi as we walk back to my office after our lunch break.

“Lila!”

“I know,” I groan, running my hands through my hair. “He’s going to be so mad.”

“He’ll be even worse when he realizes how long you’ve kept this from him.”

I shoot her a glare, but she shrugs.

“You should do it today. Get it over with.”

“I don’t know… He’s been pretty quiet today. I’ve barely seen him all morning. He’s been in a meeting with the head of the sales department since nine, so I doubt he’ll want me barreling into his office declaring the that I’m having his child.”

“Maybe don’t do it like that,” Cassi mutters. “Maybe it’s better if you look at this in terms of the financial gain.”

“What do you mean?” I glance over my shoulder to ensure no one from the office is nearby. My ice coffee is dripping down my hand, and I quickly wipe it on my dress.

“I know your insurance covered your appointment with the OB the other day, but soon enough, you’ll start to dip into your own pocket for stuff. Like potentially, a bigger apartment? A deposit for a pre-school? These are all things that Andre needs to help you with.”

“I don’t want his money.” I shake my head.

“Why?”

“Because…” I don’t trust where it’s come from. “I don’t want to rely on him in case he decides to bolt.”

“He might not.”

“No, he could be like my dad who stuck around for the first decade but then decided to throw in the towel. I’d rather him walk away now rather than break the heart of the child I’m carrying.”

Cassi sighs, rubbing my arm reassuringly.

“Well, at least we can count on this kid having a fun aunt who will take it to get its first tattoo at fourteen.”

“Cassi!” I laugh.

“Tell him. Lils. He deserves to know,” she says in a more serious tone.

I nod and she squeezes my arm.

“Let me know how it goes.”

I hurry back into the office, nervous and on edge as I head across the main floor.

I glance down, not having realized that my hand was rubbing at my lower abdomen.

My cheeks heat as I look around, searching for Andre.

It’s almost one in the afternoon, so I assume he would have finished his meeting by now and headed out for lunch. But as I walk down our little private corridor, I glance into his office and find him sitting behind his desk with his head in his hands.

My chest tightens as I watch him so lost in his own thoughts.

Without thinking, I push open his door and walk over to his desk.

He doesn’t look up as I place my coffee on the desk and move to stand beside his chair.

“Andre,” I whisper, placing my hand on his shoulder.

His entire body tenses under my touch, but he makes no move to push me away.

“Look at me.”

His heavy sigh fills the silence, but he turns in his chair, and I step between his legs, my arms wrapping around his neck and holding his head to my body.

His hands find my waist, and he presses a soft kiss to my stomach as I gently run my hands through his silken hair.

A deep ache fills me as I look down at Andre resting against my stomach.

This is how I imagined him to react when I told him about the baby—pulling me into his arms and pressing soft kisses to my abdomen. But he keeps pushing me away the moment we get close, and I don’t want this child to be the catalyst that tears us apart forever.

So, if I have to keep it a secret a little longer purely for my selfish desires, then so be it.

I gently run my fingers along Andre’s broad shoulders, then his arms, before I clasp his wrists and remove his hands from around my waist.

“Lila,” Andre groans, finally lifting his eyes to meet mine.

I sink to my knees at the sight of his pained expression, wanting nothing more than to lift the shadow that is veiling him. I say nothing as I reach for his belt, my blood thrumming in my ears as I pull his cock free.

Andre grips the arms of his chair so tightly his knuckles turn white, but he makes no move to stop me as I softly run my fingertips along his length.

I’m already desperate for him, wanting to climb into his lap and sink down onto his cock, but it seems like he needs this more. So, I’ll be patient, no matter how badly I ache between my thighs.

I gently brush my thumb over the tip, and Andre lets out a pained hiss.

Biting the inside of my cheek to hide my smile, I continue stroking him so softly.

From the way he shifts in his seat and how the muscles in his forearms flex, I know he’s getting worked up. But I won’t give in. Not yet.

“So perfect,” I murmur, tightening my grip and stroking him harder.

Andre’s hips buck, and I stroke him again. “I can’t wait to taste you Andre.”

“Fuck, Lila,” Andre groans.

I glance up, and his head has fallen back against his chair, his eyes screwed shut. I marvel at the strong lines of his jaw, his cheekbones, the way his throat bobs as I work his cock harder.

A soft whimper escapes my lips as I lean forward and brush my tongue along the slick head of his cock. My eyes flutter closed at the taste of him, and I lose hold of my restraint.

I wrap my lips around him and take him so deep my eyes sting, but the deep guttural growl that comes from Andre makes me want more.

I want him to lose all control, and to release all the pent up tension in his body.

I take the base of his cock in my hand, squeezing hard as I suck.

Andre’s fingers find my hair, and I moan as he fists the strands, the sharp pain making me gasp around his cock.

I let him lead, pushing my head down so I can take more of him.

Whatever he wants from me, he can take.

I swirl my tongue around the head, moaning at the salty taste as my other hand squeezes his strong thigh.

The pure strength that radiates from his body makes my pussy clench, desperate for him to fill me.

The mere thought of Andre pulling me off of him and bending my over this desk so he can finish inside me has me increasing my pace.

My movements become sloppy as I suck and lick his thick shaft while simultaneously pumping him with my hand.

Andre tugs at my hair, his breathing becoming ragged, and I know he’s close from the way the tip of his cock leaks.

“Take me deeper, Lila,” Andre moans, and I oblige.

I relax my throat and let him brush the back of it.

Andre’s body jerks, and his restraint seems to snap.

Keeping his hand in my hair, he starts pumping himself into my mouth, groaning every time he brushes the back of my throat.

I move both of my hands to his thighs to steady myself, my eyes watering as he thrusts his hips harder, faster.

Whatever you need, Andre.

“Going to…come,” Andre groans.

I sink my nails into his thighs, matching his pace as he fucks my mouth, my clit throbbing so painfully that I’m desperate to reach between my thighs to chase my own release. But Andre is so close, and I want this to only be about his pleasure.

I hollow my cheeks, suctioning my mouth around him as he thrusts, and it seems to tip Andre over the edge.

With one last hard thrust, he spills down my throat, his body shuddering as he empties himself.

I continue bobbing my head up and down, greedily sucking him until I swallow every last drop, moaning at the taste of his release on my tongue.

“Mmm…” I pull my mouth off his cock and marvel at the way it glistens. “I’m so ready for you Andre.” I get to my feet, moving to lift the hem of my dress.

But Andre doesn’t look at me. Instead, he hastily tucks himself back into his trousers and clears his throat.

“I have a meeting now. You should probably get back to work.” He turns his chair around so that he’s facing away from me.

I blink, dropping the material off my dress so that it fans around my thighs once more. I wait to see if perhaps this is him trying to tease me, to get me to beg for him to fuck me which seems to be something he enjoys. But when Andre logs onto his computer and opens up his video call, I realize there is no game to be played here.

Or rather, not one I can win.