A Baby For The Mafia King

Sophia’s POV.

“You can’t sit there, ma’am,” the flight attendant retorted sharply, sneering at me with red eyes.

Oh, was she kidding? I was definitely going to be sitting next to that man-Romano Luciano. The very reason why I boarded this flight.

“But I can’t sit by the window, I’m going to pass out,” I begged, shivering in anxiety as I overplayed my fear of flying. She rolled her eyes at me, huffing in annoyance as she walked to meet the other flight attendant.

A few seconds passed, and she returned. With tightened, pursed lips she said, “Alright, ma’am, you can sit over there,” she pointed at the only empty seat on the plane. The seat I had targeted all along.

Pretending to be anxious, I made my way to sit beside the infamous Romano. The man whose family had caused several people pain, the man who had caused my clients pain day in and day out.

After all these years of gathering information about him, I was finally getting closer to him and I was going to do everything possible to get him and his ring arrested and put behind bars. As I approached him, his men looked at me warily, their hands gently reaching into their pockets for what I’d assume to be weapons, but before they could bring it out, Romano shook his head, signaling them to stop. I smiled warily, acting afraid as I approached him and sat beside him. He was unfazed by my presence, he looked at me briefly and gave me a short smile before looking back into his phone.

The aura around him was both mysterious and intimidating. He had the demeanor of a man with many layers. His wide, powerful frame screamed masculinity and danger. He was the ultimate alpha, a man not to be messed with. His presence was imposing, with great intensity that made my heart race. Everything about him exuded danger, yet I wondered why he allowed me to sit next to him.

His big frame filled the seat, his white shirt unbuttoned to the third, and my eyes glued to his chest. His bronze skin shone in the little glimmer the sunlight had to offer and I felt something stir up within me as I watched the rise and fall of his perfectly shaped pecs. Even through the shirt, every muscle was defined, every swell was noticeable. It was so defined that I wondered how it’d feel under a person’s touch—under my touch. I shook my head, tearing my gaze off him as I tried to remind myself of the very reason I was on this flight. I was here as a spy, not to ogle at him.

I sat down beside him and our legs brushed lightly, causing him to flinch away.

“You don’t say hi to people?” I asked him, taking the opportunity to stir him up but all he did was stare at me coldly, his face devoid of any emotions. “You have nothing to say?” I tried again. But instead of replying, he sat up straight, his huge arms slightly grazing mine. I retracted, flinching away from the spark I felt.

Surprisingly, he arched his face close to mine and, in the deepest voice possible, mumbled against my skin, “People usually don’t sit next to me.”

Heat traveled down my spine, his voice sending ripples through my core, melting me like jam into warm bread. Goosebumps erupted across my skin as waves of excitement fluttered in my belly. I knew my cheeks were red and flushed.

“Oh!” I smiled, my hands instinctively touching my rosy cheeks as I tried to hide my embarrassment and pull myself together. “Is that why all your men are staring at me?”

“Well, you can say I’m not your regular man,” he replied, his eyes tingling with mystery and curiosity. His eyes roved over my face, settling on my red cheeks. He paused, stared me directly in the eye, and smiled. He knew. He knew what this proximity was doing to me. He knew I was melting inside this dress.

“Hummmm,” I coughed, breaking eye contact with him as I tried to clear the lump forming in my throat. “So who are you?” I asked, genuinely curious about what he might say.

“I’m a businessman, a man who gets things done.” He answered, turning away as he did so. His face suddenly lacked the little emotions that were on it seconds ago.

Businessman indeed! It’s only business if you consider killing people and trafficking drugs a legitimate profession.

As the flight took off, my fear of heights instantly kicked in. My legs kicked back and I immediately jolted in my seat, shouting at the top of my voice. The plane continued to take off and my heart thumped against my chest, my heart beat loudly and erratically. Was this really the end? Am I about to see grandmother Ellen? I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. I tried to calm myself, to practice the breathing techniques I had learned, but right now, none of it seemed practical. As the world was coming to an end, I held onto the armrest beside me, grabbing it as if my life depended on it.

Soon the plane stabilized mid-air and I let out a breath, grateful I was still alive. I released my hand from the armrest, turning to my side to see what had saved my life, but to my surprise, it wasn’t an armrest, it was Romano’s hand.

“Oh my God, oh my God.” I shouted, lifting up his hand to check the damage I had done to him. The back of his hand was filled with deep pinch marks. They were so deep that I knew they would surely hurt.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized, my fingers rubbing against the marks gently. I made circles around the painful pinches, trying to lessen the pain and he groaned lightly, gently throwing his head back into his seat, clearly enjoying my touch unashamedly. Realizing what was happening, I immediately retracted my hand.

“Don’t stop now,” he cooed and immediately grabbed my hand. He turned my palm and then started to rub it with his finger, drawing little circles on it, his lustful eyes not leaving mine for even a second. They were supposed to be simple circular rubs, just rubs…..but they weren’t. The rubs were doing crazy things to my body, I shifted in my seat, trying to rub my thighs together as I tried to control the heat my body was emitting, but the thigh rubs did nothing to calm the raging fire I was feeling inside my core. I was hot, so hot that my core was melting to his touch. Although my brain was reminding me of who he was, my body was arching nearer and nearer to him. Maybe it was his perfume, it smelt so nice, so scintillating and arousing, the type of scent that makes you want to fall into a man’s arms and rip his clothes off, or maybe it was those muscles, or maybe, just maybe it was my hormones. It had to be the hormones, that’s the only reason why my body could be acting this way….

He leaned in closer to me, his thumb stroking my lips, gently caressing them as his lustful eyes roved me, probably checking if I wanted him as much as he wanted me. It was obvious he didn’t care where we were or the people around us. He was probably a man who did what he wanted and took what he wanted.

His hot breaths kept landing just above my lips and I arched nearer, shifting my body even closer to him. I took a deep breath in, enjoying every bit of his musky scent, each hot breath of his sent thrills down my spine and core.

“Just to be clear,” he said, pulling away from me a bit, “I don’t normally do things like this, but if you’re interested, meet me in the business class. I bought it out.” He said and stood up, walking towards the business class.

My eyes traveled all around his frame, settling on his beautiful behind, a perfectly molded peach shape. Unable to take my eyes off him, I stood up, walking behind him. Besides, this was my ticket, my entrance to get every detail and information I needed.

Once I entered the business class, he grabbed my hand, instantly turning me to himself.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his lips immediately crashing on mine. His lips didn’t even need to seek entrance into mine, they opened up instantly, allowing his lips to slide between mine, kissing and tasting me. It was like a lovely cocoon unfolding, my core was throbbing to the wetness of his kiss. His hands slowly rubbed along my back and I groaned, a tiny sound of pleasure escaping my mouth.

However, he pulled away from me, then with his thumb and index finger he held my jaw, titling my face upwards, he looked into my eyes and asked, “Who the hell are you?”

I chuckled lightly, waving off his question dismissively, “I’m someone from your dreams.” I said and pulled him back to me, instantly sealing my lips on his. He responded immediately. Wasting no time, his hand immediately grabbed my ass, squeezing and kneading it, causing sounds to escape my mouth. Romano moved closer to me, his hardness rubbing against my core.

“Aahhh,” I groaned, unable to control the burst of emotions his touch was making me feel.

“What are you doing to me?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss. “You smell so good,” he groaned, barely waiting for an answer from me.

He pulled away from me and with the most lustful eyes I’d ever come across he asked, “Are you sure you want this?”

Romano’s POV.

I pulled away slightly, needing to see her eyes. They were a mix of lust, vulnerability, and determination—a mix that made my cock twitch in anticipation. Who the hell was she? And why was she affecting me like this?

From the moment she walked towards me in that red dress, it had been impossible to take my eyes off her. Every move, every curve had drawn me to her.

She was definitely crazy, one way or another, because no one dared to sit next to me. At least, no one dared to after seeing my men. But she, she just didn’t care. She sat next to me and even talked to me! And her touch—oh, her touch was turning me into a beast.

The heat radiating from her body sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I struggled to contain. Every brush of her skin against mine made my pulse race, my self-control slipping away with each fleeting contact. She had no idea what she was doing to me, or maybe she did, and that was the craziest part of all.

Unable to control my raging emotions, a question spilled out of my mouth, “Who the hell are you?”

She chuckled softly, each sound turning me on even further. “I’m someone from your dreams,” she replied, immediately pulling me back into the kiss.

I smiled inwardly. She was bold, and I liked that. My hands moved down her waist, grabbing her ass as the heat between us intensified. She groaned softly, the sound sending a jolt of desire through me. I felt my cock harden and I pressed her closer, wanting her to feel what she was doing to me.

“Ahhh..” she groaned, then she started grinding on my hardness, her voice filled with pleasure. Her response drove me closer to nirvana.

“What are you doing to me?” I whispered, pulling away just enough to look into those sexy brown eyes. “Damn, you smell so good,” I groaned, inhaling her scent deeply. It was intoxicating, and I knew I wanted more. But something in the back of my mind made me pause.

With every ounce of self control that I could muster, I pulled away from her, taking a deep breath as I asked, “Are you sure you want this?”

Damn, she had to say yes. I couldn't wait to get back to kissing her. Her lips were so soft, intoxicatingly so. In her arms, my shoulders felt lighter, I could feel the tension and burden melt away from me, replaced by a raging and consuming desire. I didn't care that we were on the plane. I wanted every inch of her.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes locking onto mine as her hand stroked my hardness. And with lust in her eyes, she said, "More than you know," her tone unwavering.

That was all I needed. My hands immediately jolted her up, resting her weight on my waist. I walked near a corner and pinned her to the wall, my lips immediately settling on hers. She kissed so fervently, with so much passion, her lips grabbed mine, taking control as her hands began to undo each of my buttons. She hurriedly undid them, her hands pulling down my shirt. I saw her eyes pool into pure lust and adoration as her gaze roved my naked chest.

"Fuck! You look like a god!" she muttered, her tone bridled with lust.

"Well, in that case you can call me daddy." I whispered softly, biting her earlobes gently. Her breath hitched at my words, and a mischievous smile played on her lips. She pressed herself closer, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

I leaned in, brushing my lips lightly against her ear. "Tell me what you want," I whispered, my voice low and commanding.

She shivered in my arms, her eyes darkening with need. "I want you," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper.

That was all I needed to hear. I claimed her mouth with mine, the kiss deep and consuming. Her hands roamed my chest, her touch igniting a fire within me. I pressed her harder against the wall, needing every inch of her.

My hands trailed down her body, exploring her curves, memorizing the way she felt under my touch.

"Ahhhh..." She moaned into my mouth, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. "Damn," she gasped, breaking the kiss to catch her breath. "Please, I need you."

I growled softly, my hands slipping under her dress, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs. "I need you too," I murmured, my voice husky with desire. I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to one of the luxurious seats in the business class cabin.

I laid her down gently, hovering over her, our eyes locked.

“Are you sure?" I asked one last time, my voice softening. I needed to know she wanted this as much as I did.

Her eyes burned with desire. "Yes," she whispered. "I've never been more sure."

I kissed her again, deeply, passionately, pouring all my need and longing into it. My hands worked quickly, pulling her dress up, exposing her soft, bare skin. She arched into me, her body begging for more.

I moved to her upper body, my lips trailing down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin.

"Oh..." She moaned again, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. I could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own.

My fingers found the edge of her panties, and I pulled them down slowly, teasingly. She squirmed beneath me, her breathing growing ragged with each passing second.

"Oh please," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.

I couldn't deny her. I needed her just as badly. I slid a finger into her folds, finding her wet and ready for me. She gasped, her body trembling in expectation.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear once more. "You're mine," I whispered, my voice filled with possessive heat. "Every inch of you."

She shuddered, her hands clutching at me as I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance. I pushed in slowly, enjoying the feeling of her tightness. She cried out, her nails digging into my back, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. I needed all of her, so I pushed further till all of me was inside her. I waited a while, trying to get her used to my size before I started moving.

Soon, I began thrusting, my hips moving against hers, and soon she met my rhythm and we moved together, thrust against thrust, eyes locked against each other and there, just there I knew I’d met someone who was going to be the ruin of me. Each thrust brought us closer, our bodies joined together in a dance of lust and longing. Her moans filled my ears, mingling with my own groans of pleasure.

I looked down at her, watching the way her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes closing as her mouth opened up. She was beautiful, more than I could have ever imagined. And she was mine.

The thought pushed me over the edge. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, my release crashing inside her. She followed soon after, her body tightening around me as she screamed my name.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still joined, our breathing heavy and labored. I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, a strange sense of contentment washing over me.

But as reality set in, a nagging thought lingered at the back of my mind. Who was she, really? And what was she doing here?