Pregnant by the Mob Boss {18+}

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ROSE

I ate dinner in silence with Damian as we sat in front of each other, and didn't speak a word.

The maid was walking on tiptoes around us because Damian seemed angry and frustrated after I tried to murder him. 

His sad poor cock hadn't gotten any attention these past few days because I heard him breaking things off with Marcella through the phone.

They were broken up again, but would get back together, they always did.

The silence was killing me, so I bought up a topic to talk about, a thing I always wanted an answer to.

"Why can't you stop bullying and taunting me?" I ask him, eating a slice of steak.

"Stop being a rude, attention seeking brat, and maybe I will reconsider." Damian responded, glaring at me.

"I love being an attention seeking brat, that's my only personality trait." I shrugged because I have heard far worse words.

"It's good to know that Marcella didn't inherit that gene from you, because she's always better than you." Damian says, and I pretended to ignore the ache in my chest.

People always compared me to my sister, and for some reason, they never stopped comparing me to her.

I wish for the day when I would be free from my half-sister and my family.

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It was past midnight, and I had gone downstairs to get a glass of water.

I was pouring myself some water when Damian came in, wearing only a pair of dark boxers and nothing else. 

He ran a hand through his dark hair, taking out a water bottle from the fridge.

I forgot that I could have also done that, but I was too caught up in my thoughts.

Damian drank, he glanced at me, who was standing and glaring at him.

I hated him, but I wouldn't deny how handsome he was. 

Sadly, that handsome potential went to waste because of his personality.

"Can't stop admiring me?" Damian says after finishing drinking the water.

I glanced away, staring into the clean plate in the kitchen table, but Damian strode forward, cornering me by placing both of his hands on my side.

There was no escape route unless I kicked between his legs, but I wanted to see what Damian would do.

I didn't expect kindness or anything, he had taught me to not expect those things from him.

He leaned forward, holding tightly on each side of the kitchen counter, trapping me.

I also leaned my head forward, our lips were almost touching as I wrapped my hands around his neck, mimicking Marcella at my wedding reception.

His cock strained against his boxers, and I could feel it because he pressed himself against my hips.

"Damian, I would never fuck you. You're too loose for me. The STDs you have would shock the scientists." I whispered against his lips as I mocked him. 

"You have had your cock inside almost every woman who caught your attention, you wouldn't make me feel special." Damian ignored my words, trying to pull in for a kiss, but I pushed him away. 

"I like inexperienced guys," I say.

"Do they even make you come, and scream?" Damian asked. 

"No, I make them scream and come." I lied to him because I was a virgin, and not for the circumstances people might think.

I wasn't waiting for my one true love or hadn't found the right one. Instead my father kept a tight leash on who I was seeing.

If he noticed that the guy I was dating wanted to have sex with me. My father would force us to break up, or he would kill the guy and feet his body parts to dogs. 

Most of the time my father encouraged my boyfriends to go after Marcella because that rule didn't apply to her since she was an illegitimate child. 

The rule to be a virgin woman, being pure and saving myself for my husband, that's what my father always taught me since I was his legitimate daughter. 

Marcella, on the other hand, could see whoever she wanted, and marry anybody she wished, but not me, I was always controlled.

When I was younger I thought this was my father's way of showing his affection for me, but after I grew older I understood that he only wanted to control me.

I never had a father in the first place.

Damian was confused and irritated by my words as well as actions, and stormed out of the kitchen, heading for the third floor that was off limits.

In his mind, he thought I would allow him to fuck me, but I had some kind of self-respect for myself. 

I gathered myself for a few moments until I walked to the second floor to my room, but stopped when I heard sounds coming from the third floor.

Marcella was here, because her giggles were loud, but her moans were louder, and behind her moans were Damian's groans.

One thing I promised myself was that I wouldn't give myself to a man like Damian Knight, to have sex with somebody who was fucking my sister was a big no for me.

Marcella's and Damian's relationship was always on and off again as they got back together and then broke up, it was a repeating cycle I wanted to be no part of.

None of this was something I wanted to be a part of, the wedding, the marriage, or Marcella's boyfriend. 

But I always got dragged in by my father, one way or another.