Mafia's Devil part 38

The doctor looks like he’s contemplating shooting poison up his veins.

“I don’t know if… the boss would like that.”

I hate putting this guy in this position, but I’m ready to have my back blown out by Luciano. Of course, I’m not telling him that. The idiot’s head would swell with pride— both the one on his shoulder and between his legs.

I want to be intimate with him; to test if I’ll be as fiery in the sheets as I am on my feet. To be honest, I don’t know how I’ll react. I’ve never been one for submission, but I don’t have any experience with men, so I suspect I’ll be a shy, intimidated mess in the arms of Luciano. It’s embarrassing to think about it, but I want this to happen. I know he’ll be gentle with me.

“It’s my decision,” I reply to the doctor. “Besides, do you want Luciano’s spawn running around anytime soon?”

The doctor pales, but I feel butterflies in my belly at the thought of Luciano’s baby. There are still many things I want to do before I become a mother, so why am I already picturing a mini version of Luciano with a chef hat on his head?

Why am I specifically picturing a boy?

God, I need to shoot birth control into my horny body as soon as possible, because the babies crossing my imagination are so cute that I’m afraid I’ll get knocked up right here, right now. No Luciano semen necessary.

“Please?” I insist.

“Uh… how old are you?”

I roll my eyes. “We both know that Luciano is a criminal and a selfish asshole, but does he strike you as a kid-fucker? Of course I’m of legal age.”

He nods. “Yes. I meant no offense.”

“So this birth control shot…”

“Before administering anything, I would need to run exams. Check your blood pressure, a PAP exam, urine sample…”

“Cool! I’ll see you tomorrow, then? I’ll tell Luciano it’s a physical.”

He shakes his head. “He would want a female physician to look you over.”

“And I often want a building to collapse atop him, but we don’t always get what we want. I’ll make sure he agrees to let you do your job tomorrow. I’ll take care of it, so don’t worry.”

He leaves with a nod and rushes out — probably on his way to write his will because he fears Luciano will hunt him for conspiring with me.

I know Luciano will stomp and breathe fire when I mention being looked after by a male physician. It’s a mess I’d rather avoid, but there’s no way around it.

I hang out in his room for an hour before he appears with a laptop in-hand. His bruises are ugly, and his cuts look like they’ll scar— not that he cares. I don’t mind his appearance, either. I’m just glad he’s in one piece.

I stare suspiciously at his laptop. “You haven’t been working too hard. Have you?”

“Karine, I’ve been chasing your tight little ass all around Canada. I have an empire to run. The honeymoon is over.”

“You’re injured.”

He sits on the bed. “No, I’m not. Your bitch of a cousin has soft hands. He hardly hurt me.”

I march up to him and yank the computer from his hands. Huge, green numbers with dollar signs scroll up the screen. It seems like dozens of large transactions are processing at once. I don’t care about how much money he has or how much he’s making, so I toss the thing aside and palm his shoulders.

He scowls ferociously. “Woman. You can’t yank shit from me. I’ve killed for less.”

I slap his wrist. “Don’t scowl at me. Who do you think you are?”

He grits his teeth, because he can’t punish me. I’m his soft spot.

“Rest your head on my lap,” I tell him.

He goes from furious dog to yipping puppy in an instant. He lays his head on my thighs, and I massage his scalp. His hair has gotten longer, brushing the tips of his ears and the middle of his forehead. He usually keeps it shorter than this, but he hasn’t had the time since kidnapping, driving me crazy, and committing other crimes against humanity has kept him busy.

His scalp feels warm and soft on my fingertips. I caress every inch and joke, “as I suspected, you’re figurately and literally hard-headed.”

“Don’t push it,” he rumbles lowly.

He’s enjoying this. I can tell because although he’s trying to hide his face against my belly, I can see the curve of his lip. He’s adorably smiling.

“Promise me you won’t work too hard,” I demand.

“Sure. Keep rubbing my head like that and I promise I’ll bear-hug your bastard cousin.”

“Cute,” I laugh. “You and Maksim? I ship it. I’m sure Raelynn would, too.”

“Disgusting,” he grunts.

“There’s something I needed your approval on.”

“Finally. You’re seeing who the man is around here.”

I pull his hair. “Take it easy there, buddy, or I’ll embarrass you in front of your men by showing how helpless you are against me.”

“You wouldn’t,” he warns.

“Anyway, I need to borrow your doctor for a physical.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Absolutely not. You need a female physician if your breasts or genitals are being examined.”

“Don’t start, Luciano. You know that you’re being extremely close-minded.”

“I will not change my stance on this.”

“If you give me a hard time, I can return the favor. How would you like it if I sleep in a different room? Prohibit your touch? Respond to you with yes and no answers?”

“You would withdraw affection over this ridiculous manner?”

“Yup.”

“Fine!” he yanks his head off my lap and paces like the madman he is. “But the doctor has a ten-minute limit. He better get the fuck out of my house by then, or I’m going in with guns blazing.”

I roll my eyes. Possessive, toxic idiot.

— • —

The next day, the doctor runs his exams on a record 9-minute exam.

I get my birth control shot, and I’m warned to wait at least a week before I get my freak on. I don’t see Luciano that morning, so I assume he’s somewhere in the house, drinking the blood of his enemies and being grumpy.

The first thing I do when the doctor leaves is shop for kinky lingerie, because my granny and period panties won’t do anymore. I want to look like Satan’s slut and drive Luciano as crazy as he drives me. I find a cute black set with matching panties, bra, garter and stockings. I ship it overnight, and then I wait anxiously.

As I sit on the bed, I realize how lonely I feel. I’m keep distance from my father and Maksim. Luciano has been my everything lately. We’ve become so attached that I forgot what life was like before him.

I miss work. I miss my friends— Jose, Manny.

With a sigh, I reach for my phone and dial my best friend’s number.

“For the last time, I’m not interested in an extended warranty for my car, so stop calling me or the only warrant you’ll be getting out of me is one for my arrest after I kill you fuckers!”

I grin. Yeah, Manny is still alive and kicking.

“Are you sure?” I ask. “It’s a bomb ass warranty. You’re missing out.”

She gasps. “Karine?! Is that you?”

“So does this mean you don’t want the warranty, then?”

“You asshole. I haven’t heard from you in weeks. Did you finally find me worthy of your time?”

“I’m sorry, Manny,” I sigh and try to come up with an excuse. She knows nothing about my involvement with mafias. “I’ve just been doing a lot of healing. You know how much it hurt to lose the restaurant.”

“I know, girl. I just wish you would’ve let me help you heal.”

I spend hours catching up with her. We end the conversation on good terms, and I’m happy to hear that she’s doing well and forgave my radio silence.

When the doorknob turns, I slam the computer shut because I still had the tabs of lingerie open. Luciano enters and looks at me suspiciously.

Fuck.

Thinking fast, I slide the computer onto the bed and walk up to him. I reach for him hesitantly and wrap my arms around his strong torso.

“Hi. I missed you.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What did you do this time, you spitfire?”

“Nothing! I was just thinking about… your lips and broad shoulders. You’re so handsome.”

He stares me down. I have no clue what he’s thinking.

Bravely, I press my chest deeper against his dominating one. Luciano instantly sidesteps me and heads toward the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” I ask, puzzled.

“To the bathroom to beat my hard dick and cum to the thought of your tight little pussy.”

He closes the door, leaving me gaping.

I swear I feel my ovaries twitch. I can’t wait to leave this man gaping, just like I am now, when I ask him to fill me with dick next week.

A/N: Smut next chapter. This story is ending soon, as well as The General. I will start updating Ni’ev, and a BRAND NEW dragon story that takes place in dystopian Earth (human female, dragon male)

Akdronis’ epilogue comes this week! Love you guys!