Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"
Four Years Later
Below me laid the man of my dreams. His sparkly eyes that glimmered under the sun, the small smile curved on his plump lips, and the large, thick hands that roamed my waist, stomach and then breasts—
Oh boy, I was utterly hot and in love.
"You're so sexy with that belly," He leaned up to my ear, whispering in his seductive deep tone.
His hand travelled around my stomach, slowly moving it over the large lump that stuck out.
I sighed, smiling happily and gratefully in the sun. "You want to know what else is sexy?" He travelled his lips down my neck, wetting spots and marking them.
Biting my lip, I nodded, eager for him to continue. "Words, Ella."
"Yes, I want to know." I replied breathlessly. Goddamn, this man has consumed me. And this baby girl in my stomach was slowly becoming my next obsession.
"Better my Diavolo," Whispering against my neck, he travelled down and over my shoulder.
Translation: Devil
Those hands came to grab my ass that was pressed against his thighs, I gasped and gripped onto his shoulders, a small giggle escaping my lips.
"Roman!" I hushed lightly, looking around our condo infinity pool. No one was here, but it felt like the world was watching us.
"Your culo." He answered and bent down, placing a gentle kiss on the middle of my stomach.
"I love you, Roman." My eyes wandered over him, embracing his muscular tan chest and golden glowing features.
Leaning forward, his lips grazed over mine teasingly and a smirk appeared. "I love you, myElla."
Not holding back, I folded against him and melted into his mouth.
Our mouths moved together in a passionate rhythm. His tongue, my tongue, collided in its wet, warm nature.
Our kiss parted after my breath became breathless. His cold eyes turned bright under the sun and I relaxed against his chest.
"Have you thought of any names?" I asked him, tracing my finger along his specs.
"None. You?"
"Nuh-uh." I smiled against his chest, his hands roamed my stomach. It's become a daily thing now, ever since I fell pregnant he's been nonstop holding my stomach or rubbing it.
"I hope she looks like you." He said, stroking my hair with one hand. I looked up at him through my lashes and touched his cheek.
"She'll have your smile," I said, no doubt set in my mind that she wouldn't.
