The Mafia Boss's Secret Baby Mama

Eliana's POV

"Tell me again why you're wearing that dress if you don't plan on getting laid tonight?" Sophia's voice cut through the bass-heavy beat of the club, smirking as she tilted her glass in my direction.

"Excuse me?" I said, nearly choking on my drink.

"You heard me." She said, leaning closer, "That neckline? Those legs? And don't think I didn't notice the glitter you swore you wouldn't wear. Eliana, sweetheart, you came here hunting. Admit it."

"She's not wrong. That shimmer on your thighs is practically screaming touch me." Juliette said, tipping back her shot and licking the salt from her wrist with exaggerated flair.

"I just wanted to look nice, okay? It's called self-care." I said with a tease.

"Self care?" Sophia said, leaning in. "Honey, if a man doesn't have his hands on you by the end of the night, it'll be a crime against humanity."

"Careful, Soph. She might take that as a dare." Juliette added laughing so hard she almost spilled her drink.

The three of us had come out tonight to just have a little ladies' night. To enjoy some drinks, music... and maybe some views.

"You two are the worst," I said with a laugh, narrowing my eyes at both of them.

Because the thing is they weren't entirely wrong. I hadn't come to the club planning to find trouble, but I wasn't exactly running from it either. Yes, I'd spent an extra ten minutes picking out this dress. And yes, I'd dusted my thighs with that shimmer lotion I'd been saving. Maybe some part of me was open to whatever the night might throw my way. What's a girl gotta do?

"Look at her blush," Sophia teased, nudging me with her elbow. "That's a guilty face if I ever saw one."

"I'm not blushing."

"You're definitely blushing," Juliette said, smug. "Neck to ears. Classic Eliana giveaway."

"You both should be banned from ladies' night." I groaned again playfully, tugging at the hem of my dress.

"Please," Sophia said with a dramatic roll of her eyes. "Without us, you'd still be at home, curled up with a blanket and Netflix. Tonight is about freedom. Fun!"

"Translation: she's already picked someone out," Juliette stage-whispered to me.

"Maybe I have. Maybe I haven't. A girl never tells." Sophia smirked, not even bothering to deny it. She tossed back the rest of her shot like it was water, her eyes scanning the crowd again with practiced ease.

I shook my head but couldn't hide my smile.This was why I loved being out with them. Sophia's wild energy and Juliette's sly humor. They both pushed me out of my comfort zone even when I resisted.

A waiter passed by with another tray of shots, and Juliette snagged two before he was even gone. She slid one to me and raised hers high.

"To guilty faces and wasted potential." She said.

"And to making sure Eliana doesn't go home alone tonight." Sophia added as we clinked glasses.

"Cheers." We all said with a laugh.

The music shifted, pulling people toward the dance floor like a tide. Sophia's head snapped up, eyes locking on someone across the room. I followed her gaze and spotted him immediately. His eyes were on her and he's not even pretending otherwise.

"Oh no," I said, already knowing.

"Oh yes," Sophia purred.

Within seconds he was at our table, leaning down to whisper something in her ear. She giggled. Sophia giggled, which almost never happened. And then she was sliding out of her seat, shooting me a wink over her shoulder.

"Don't wait up." She said as she left.

"That was fast," I muttered, as Juliette and I exchange looks.

"She's got a gift. We should take notes." Juliette said with a smirk.

We both let out a laughter while continuing to enjoy our drinks.

"You thinking about it?" Juliette said, nudging me with her shoulder.

"About what?"

"Dancing."

"Maybe." I said with a little hesitation. "After this." I tipped back the last of my drink, savoring the rush of warmth as it slid down my throat.

Sophia had vanished into the crowd with her new conquest, her laugh still ringing in my ears, and suddenly it was just Juliette and me at the table.

Then there Juliette was, grinning, her chin propped on her hand as she scanned the club. Her eyes weren't searching the way Sophia's were. And then I saw who she was watching. A waitress.

Juliette's lips curved like she'd just been handed a dare.

"She's cute." She said without looking at me.

"Mm-hmm," I hummed, leaning back in my chair, amused.

She didn't even pretend to play coy. Juliette stood, intercepted the waitress mid-round, and said something in her ear. The girl laughed, set the tray on the nearest table, and the two of them disappeared into the crowd before I could even blink.

"Jesus..." I groaned, dropping my head back against the booth. "Unbelievable. Both of you."

Now I was alone.

Nope!

Not tonight.

I finished the last swallow of my drink and slid immediately off my seat. The air shifted the moment I stepped closer to the crowd. The dance floor swallowed me whole. I joined Sophia and we danced a little before I watched her getting kissed by the guy from earlier.

And that's when it happened.

I spun too quickly and slammed into someone. The man's cup tilted and the drink splashed across his cuff.

"Oh my God!" I blurted, "I'm so sorry!"

He looked down at the spreading stain, then at me.

"Shit. Here, let me...let me help." I winced. "We should clean this up before it sets."

Before he could reply, I gestured toward the booths lining the far wall. Anything to escape the throb of the dance floor and the accusing beat of my own pulse.

"Come on. Just for a second."

To my surprise, he followed me without saying a word.

We slipped past people swaying to the music into the lounge area. There was an empty table there and I snagged a handful of napkins from a passing tray and turned to him, breathless.

"Please. Give me your hand." I said.

Carefully, I dabbed at the damp fabric, biting my lip.

"I swear, I wasn't drunk. I just-"

"Distracted?" He said, cutting me short before I could utter another word.

"Yeah...I'm so sorry..."

I focused on his cuff while trying to hide my embarrassment, making sure I didn't look up to meet his gaze.

"This isn't helping, is it?"

"It's not bad." He said calmly.

"There. Not perfect, but at least you won't look like you arm wrestled a wine bottle and lost." I cleared my throat nervously, tossing the soaked napkin aside.

He didn't yell. He just leaned back against the booth, his lips curving slightly. And finally, I got to look at his face. I smiled nervously, sliding into the seat across from him without thinking.

"I'm so sorry about your shirt." I said.

The way he smiled made it seem as if the accident never happened. He was so calm about it.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Eliana." I replied, feeling much calmer now. "And yours?"

"Asa."

After he told me his name we started talking about nothing and everything. Everything just flowed smoothly. We talked about the music, the crowd, and how my friends had pulled me here. And he admitted the night was his way of shaking off a long, stressful day.

I teased him about his serious tone. Not reading much meaning into his words. And he teased me about nearly knocking him flat. Somewhere between our laughter, I realized how close we'd gotten in such a little time and how easily it was.

And just like that...

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

The question hit me like a spark. He was bold and super direct.

"Yes," I breathed without thinking twice.

What am I doing?! I thought to myself immediately.

The word had barely left my lips before he closed the distance and kissed me.

God this man is sexy.

The kiss lasted longer than I could have imagined.

Then Asa's arm tightened around my waist and, with a sudden pull, he guided me onto his lap. My knees pressed against the seat on either side of him as he held me close. My breast pressed against his chest.

His hand slid down and grabbed my thigh, squeezing gently. He kissed me a little softly and his palm started sliding higher along my leg, still squeezing gently with every grip. I could feel the budge of his p***s beneath me and the strength in the way he held my thigh made me wet immediately.

"Not here," I whispered, as I broke the kiss just enough so I could speak.

Eliana's POV

"Come with me." He whispered.

"To where?" I asked.

"My Car." He answered. "I'm parked right outside."

I thought about the decision for a moment and yielded to him, considering how horny he had made me to be. For a while it was as if Sophia and Juliette didn't exist. I completely forgot about them.

"Boss." A deep voice from the shadows called as we started moving outside.

"Sit tight. I'll be right back." Asa commanded.

That's interesting, I thought.

Asa laced his fingers with mine and tugged me toward the exit and I followed. The club's noise faded behind us until the doors shut and the cool night wrapped around us.

This is insane.

I'd known him for less than an hour, and it was even by accident. And still, it felt as if I'd known him longer than that.

We walked to his car and he unlocked the back door with a flick of his wrist and gestured for me to get it. I hesitated for only a heartbeat. Long enough to think "what the hell am I doing?" before sliding in.

We both got into the car and before I could breathe, he pulled me close and kissed me.

It's been six months since I last had s*x or even kiss anyone. Asa's kiss made me feel like I was being kissed for the first time. I whimpered into his mouth, clutching his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

It felt as if something possessed me. My hand went straight for his belt and he paused momentarily when he felt the tug of the buckle, almost like he wanted to see if I was really going to do it.

I was.

The leather strap slipped free and I unzipped him, and when I slid my hand inside his boxers, the shock of how hard his d**k already was turned me on even more.

"God..." I whispered, feeling how hard he was and how big he felt in my hand.

I stroked him slowly, wanting to watch him come undone. The weight of him and the girth of his d**k filled my hand. He was hot and pulsing, and boldness I didn't recognize in myself took over.

I got on my knees and brushed my lips over his d**k once to tease him. Then I opened my mouth and took him in.

The soft hiss of his breath filled the car as I slowly reached for his b*lls with my other hand while gently rubbing it. His hand slid into my hair, holding and guiding my head gently. My tongue traced his d**k as I moved, slow at first and then faster, until his groans vibrated through his chest. The sound was intoxicating.

"Eliana..." he muttered, like he was losing control.

That only made me suck him further, savoring the way his body jerked when my tongue teased his b*lls.

I pulled away just long enough to catch my breath, before he grabbed me. He kissed me hard, like he needed to taste himself on my mouth.

Then his hand was between my thighs.

He shoved my panties to the side with no patience and slide his fingers inside me, finding me wet and almost dripping. The first press inside had me gasping against his lips, one hand clutching his shoulder while the other squeezed his d**k tightly, still stroking him.

"Asa..." I moaned helplessly, breaking open in the quiet car.

The car was filled with the wet sound of his fingers working me, my moans spilling too freely and loudly. I tried to kiss him to muffle it, but he pulled back just enough to watch me, savoring every twitch of my body.

Sitting on him, the heat between us was unbearable. My panties were the only thing left between my p***y and his d**k.

"I want you," he murmured into my ears.

Then, without hesitation, he shifted, pulling me into a properly balanced position, removing my hand from his d**k. He pushed my panties aside just enough with one hand while holding his d**k with the other as he slid gently inside my p***y in one smooth motion. I gasped, a moan ripping past my lips as he penetrated me, his hands now gripping my hips, guiding while thrusting slowly at first, then harder and deeper.

"You're so tight." I heard him moan softly.

I rocked instinctively against him. The tight friction made every nerve in my body sing. He thrust with a controlled rhythm, as if he was marking every inch inside my p***y, setting fire to my every nerve.

One hand of his slid to my back, pressing me flush against him, while the other lifted one of my bum guiding my hips with every motion. I gripped his arms, holding on for balance, lost in the sensation. Each thrust sent me higher, spiraling. The small space of the back seat filled with sound and motion.

"You feel so good," he groaned against my mouth.

I couldn't answer with words, only with moans and soft cries as he thrust deeper inside my p***y.

His fingers traced my body. One hand squeezing my breast while his tongue worked my n***le.

My moans grew louder. Every thrust sent me closer to the edge.

"Look at me." He whispered as I tried closing my eyes.

Then, as the tension coiled unbearably, my body tensed and my hips jerked uncontrollably against him as the first wave hit. He kept thrusting, circling slowly this time, prolonging the pleasure, building another surge as my hands gripped his arms, pulling him close.

The second wave hit just as violently, leaving me gasping and clinging to him. He didn't stop. He thrust deeper and faster this time, guiding me through the heat.

"Yes..." I moaned, as he squeezed my waist while sucking my n***le and thrusting at the same time.

Finally, the last wave hit. My p***y gripped his d**k tightly as if I didn't want to let go and I jerked uncontrollably for almost a minute. After the last shudder, he thrusted slowly and gently once more, stretching every wall and touching the very limits of my p***y, as if reminding me that he was still inside me.

Eliana's POV

Asa slowly pulls out of me. The sensation leaving a lingering ache that made me bite my lip and moan softly. I sat leaning back against the leather, trying to steady my breath and he exhaled heavily beside me, letting his fingers brush along my thigh one last time before shifting to tug his trousers up, sliding the zipper with a rough flick of his wrist.

I moved to adjust myself, slipping my panties back on, my heart still hammering. The quiet of the car amplified our breaths as we both momentarily rested to regain strength.

"Is it okay if you drop me home?" I asked after finally catching my breath, brushing a strand of damp hair from my face.

"If that's what you want," he said with a gentle smile.

"It is." I nodded without hesitation.

We both moved from the back seat and went forward. Finally, he turned on the car, and put on a soft music to ease the atmosphere. And I allowed the cold breeze of the AC cool me off. God I needed this.

When we reached my apartment, I invited him in and he accepted and entered.

"Would you like a drink?" I said, morning towards my small kitchen. "I can get you some water."

"I would like that." He said in response.

I poured a glass of water from the fridge and handed it to him. He accepted it, swallowing every drop like he had been thirsty for three days.

Once the glass was empty, he set it down, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

"Refreshing?" I asked with a smile teasingly.

He didn't answer my words, instead he looked me straight in the eyes with a smirk and closed the space between us. My back hit the fridge as he kissed me again.

I moaned into him as I started feeling myself get horny again. I let my hands wander over his shoulders, gripping lightly. I could feel the hard press of his d**k push through his trousers.

Our kiss grew urgent, a wordless conversation that spoke louder than anything else. I felt him nudge me gently toward the hallway, lips never leaving mine, until the bedroom door loomed ahead. Our clothes dropped one after the other along the way. His shirt was tossed carelessly onto the chair, my dress slipped from my shoulders until only my bra and panties remained.

I pressed my breast against him instinctively as his hands traced my back, teasing over the edges of my bra, down to the curve of my spine.

"Not yet," he whispered softly, almost as if testing me, but the growl underneath his words betrayed him.

Laying on the bed, he finally pulled back just enough to tug my panties to the side. His fingers brushed over my p***y lightly rubbing my cl*t before his hard d**k slid inside me. I let out a loud moan, arching into him. His thrust was slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him as he thrust deep inside me, reaching the very end.

"Faster..." I whispered with a moan.

Without breaking eye contact, he positioned himself, pressing against me. The tip of his d**k nudged at the spot where I needed him most, and with a sharp inhale, I felt his thrust deepen as he slid in and out of me, going faster with each thrust. I moaned loudly, gripping his arms, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. I didn't want to let him go.

"I'm... about to c*m." he groaned, as he thrust deep inside me. He buried his face in my shoulder for a moment, biting me softly, and then with one final shuddering thrust, he quickly pulled out as he let go, spilling over me.

The release was intense. I could feel him trembling slightly as he laid on top of me, holding me as we both caught our breath.

A small laugh escaped us both moments after.

"What a mess." He said, looking down on his spill over my belly. "Got a tissue?" he asked.

"Yeah." I answered still in amusement, pointing toward the bathroom.

He moved with fluid grace, retrieving what he needed, and he wiped the sperm off my belly, while making sure I was comfortable. Then he slid off, putting his clothes back on, while I adjusted my bra and panties. My cheeks were flushed and my heart was pounding. "I just finished having sex with a total stranger." I said to myself.

"I wish I could stay a little longer," he said, while leaning against the doorway. "But I have some... business to attend to tonight."

"I understand." I said with a nod, while biting my lip, though I wanted more. "Will I see you again?" I asked, hesitant but honest.

With a smirk, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card. Only his name and a number were printed boldly on it. No address, no other detail. He handed it to me, and the faint scent of coffee and chocolate drifted up as I took it, pressing it to my lips unconsciously.

Without another word, he stepped toward the door and left. I watched him leave, and then slowly sank onto the bed, card clutched in my hand.

I lay back, legs stretched out, still putting on my panties and bra, fingers brushing the smooth paper as memories of him and everything we just did replayed in my mind.

"Oh sh*t." I said suddenly out loud as I remembered I had left Sophia and Juliette at the club.

I quickly reached for my phone with the thought of calling them to let them know I was home.

I opened our group chat and left a short.

"Girls, don't hate me. I've gone home."

I waited to see if either of them would respond but none of them did.

What in the world could they be doing?