COMPLETED ☑️
!Sequel to Mafias Father Daughter Duo!
Kylie McKlee is no ordinary woman
She is the Under Boss to the British Mafia, ruling alongside her fraternal brother.
When the Russian mafia, a long standing enemy, and the Italian Mafia try and...
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A month had passed by since we took down the Spanish Mafia. James' funeral was three weeks ago, and I spent the entire week before convincing my doctor that I would be fine, until he finally agreed. So I sat in the front row of James' funeral, my chest was aching the entire time, and not just because of the healing wound.
Even after losing so many people, some closer to me than others, it still fucking hurts. That hole someone leaves when they die keeps growing.
It's now just gone midnight, and I've been staring at the ceiling for an hour. I managed to leave my hospital room after James' funeral, and Dimitri moved into my room with me. We're a thing now, not like we weren't before. But now we're at the stage where I got my emotional-unavailability out the way and realised that I can actually love someone.
But he hasn't come to bed yet so I'm getting worried.
Shuffling out from under the covers, I hobbled out of the bed wearing nothing but Dimitri's huge button up white shirt. I opened the bedroom door and saw that the halls were pitch black. I could see absolutely nothing.
Feeling along the walls as I knew there was no light switches in reach, I made my way down the corridor till I got to the hallway that led to the stairs going up, and the stairs going down. Deciding on looking in my office first, since that is where Dimitri had his meeting with Isaac earlier, I headed down the marble staircase.
Reaching my office, I saw a light creeping out from under the door. Opening the door, I found Dimitri sprawled out across my leather sofa. His blazer was laying on the floor beneath him, his white button up was slightly undone, showing off his toned, tattooed chest. His black belt being the only thing keeping the black slacks on his body as he was falling off the sofa.
Giggling, I made my way over to the sofa and kneeled down beside his head, which was hanging off the edge. I stroked his soft brown hair away from his eyes and watched how they fluttered.
Then I felt his rough but gentle hand reach up and pull my face closer to his, our lips inches apart. Moving closer to him, I pressed my lips against his. Grabbing onto my waist, he pulled me onto his lap as he moved from his awkward sleeping position and laid flat on his back.
He opened his mouth and licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. As soon as I denied, he sat up and grabbed my right boob, and when I gasped in shock, slipped his tongue in my mouth. AS we fought for dominance he touched and grabbed every part of me, till he completely won.
Flipping us over so I was on bottom, he started to unbutton the shirt I was wearing as he trailed kisses up my jaw, neck and down to my collar bone until the shirt was off, all the while listening to the moans that escaped my mouth.
"Dimitri." I got out despite my staggered breathing.
"Say that again devochka" He whispered huskily in my ear before biting the lobe.
"Dimitri." I moaned.
"Again." He demanded as he trailed his kisses lower and lower.
"Dimitri!"
"Again!" As he went lower and lower, leaving kisses at every inch he covered and gripping onto my hips as if they were the only thing keeping me close to him.
"DIMITRI!"
As I laid ontop of a naked Dimitri with nothing but my shirt on, I stared out the window he just fuck me against while he stroked my sweaty hair. The sky was starting to have some lighter colour, showing the sun was about to come out again.
"Are you okay?" I heard his strong voice ask.
Turning down to look up at him, I traced my finger across his jawline that was so sharp it could be a knife, my finger grazing over his slight stubble. I traced across his cheek to his crooked nose, to his eyebrows that hid a deep scar underneath. I got to his hair where I combed my fingers through the brown locks, making his eyes close in the peaceful bliss.
"I'm perfect." I whispered as I looked down into his deep green eyes.
"I already know that." He smirked as he pulled me impossibly closer to him.
"Shut up" I muttered with a grin as I nuzzled my face into his neck.
"Get some sleep, your tired." He told me as he continued to stroke my hair.
"I'm not tired." I mumbled.
"We've been shagging for four hours straight and your pregnant, it's safe to say you'll be tired." He chuckled.
"Well-you-I'm not- Fuck off!" I said as I hid my face away again.
That night, or morning, I feeling asleep to the sound of Dimitri's heartbeat, deep chuckles and the feeling of small kicks in my belly.
