The Mobster Ruthless Muse: Mama? Don't you want us?

Chapter 1

Her eyes closed, grasping the corner of her test report, her lips pursed and then curled up, as if finally being able to face the reality of the news that was given to her—in a sarcastic feeling remembering that man’s face.

"I'm... pregnant?" she muttered to herself, chuckling, though her lips twitched, dying soon after and replaced by a gaze deciphered without any emotion.

That would be quite funny if there really is a fetus living inside her.

The doctor just stared at her mood changing at every turn.

How can she be happy about being pregnant when she's the only one present here? Without any man by her side…well, no. Even if the husband can’t be there, at least a guardian should be there to assist a pregnant wife, right?

So how could this woman right here find the things she just found out to be funny–happy even for herself on the news? Wait… except if this woman had no husband and the baby was made in an illegal way! So that’s why she was so hyped up then down at every turn she looked at the first test report.

Though the doctor can somehow associate it with the pregnancy hormones now acting up, messing up the woman's emotions at this time.

The male doctor furrowed his brow, scanning Lilith's now emotionless face.

Lilith tilted her head, an emotion that is too surprising to have just after knowing of being a mother, left the doctor momentarily stunned, as he momentarily forgot what he was about to say next. That’s now how…

“What’s the follow-up doc?”

The doctor snapped out of his dazed state, lowering his head to look over at the test report, and then hesitated when he turned to look at her once again. He felt that something bad was about to happen if he was going to just let this woman have the news.

Lilith's forehead creased, her lips thinning at the doctor's dilly dallying actions. “Something important you want to inform me about now, Doc?”

“Do you have a husband? Particularly, the one who's the father of the child you are carrying,” the doctor still stated after all, eyes locking straight to hers, voice steady.

Another guardian is needed for this kind of thing, other than the mother attending.

“Can I care to know why I need a man to be with me for an appointment that only needs my presence with this belly inhabiting a fetus that isn't known whether it can be born? " Lilith stared at the doctor just as she asked, tilting her head to the side as she put the first test report on her bag without care at the side, the IV drip on her wrist, minimally bleeding out at her movements, made the doctor's eyes twitch.

He thought that she was destined to be doomed for treating her own body like that, much more like the unborn fetus inside her.

"..."

She looked like someone who really did not care about anything other than herself.

This kind of patient is really hard to serve sometimes.

At least that is what the doctor thought before he snapped out of it, lightly coughing as he responded, "Complications about the fetus and for your body too."

A simple response made him accept a blank stare. Even if he were the doctor and supposed to have the authority at this time, he always felt that something bad might happen to him if those disinterested eyes suddenly ignited other emotions other than being blank all the time – and it was because of him that such emotions got ignited in those eyes.

“...”

Being delusional is really a disease. He should get it treated soon by his psychiatrist friend.

Lilith fell silent, though the gaze she used to look at the doctor was not that silent, creeping a crawl through the doctor's spine, that he involuntarily let out a shivering breath.

Glazing the corner of the doctor's table with her fingers, Lilith smiled and slowly said, "I'll see if he can come."

The doctor frowned, wanting to glare, but felt another chill running down his spine, stopping himself from commenting further, just once again skimming over the test report.

“The baby situation is still complicated on our end. We request another appointment with you tomorrow and hopefully…” The doctor paused, then, as if getting some strength from who knows where, he once again said, with some strong emphasis on certain words, “I hope there is someone to accompany you during the appointment tomorrow, Mrs. Corleonessi.”

“A guardian is very important at your side by that time,” the doctor emphasized once more, as if she couldn't hear the second half of his sentence.

Lilith chuckled, a mocking laugh escaped her lips. “It’s a fetus, not a baby. And also…”

Her eyes lowered slightly as she stared at the doctor with her colored hazelnut eyes devoid of any emotions possible to be deciphered for a situation that was supposed to give strong emotions and empathy benefiting from pregnancy hormones.

“Unfortunately, doc… my original surname is Licciardi. So call me that instead, without the Mrs. label." since there is no telling that guy even wants me to be officially part of his family.’

The doctor's eyes slightly widened hearing her words. His guess was right!

The baby….!

The baby is made in an illegal way!

Lilith leaned her head against the backrests of the couch, closing her eyes.

The door opened exactly at that time. The corner of her lip lifted, though it was in a twitch that died down once more. Tilting her head towards the door, she looked tiredly at the man whom she had an arranged marriage with reluctantly.

Both parties are reluctant, but... This guy sure makes whatever he can make out of this marriage forced upon them. Even if he strongly insisted at the beginning, he was reluctant with this kind of marriage where no one loved each other at all.

But who really cares about whether he or she likes each other?

As long as this marriage, now lasting five years, gives them benefits, she doesn't care a thing about a ‘loveless marriage'.

“You will be a dad soon,” Lilith announced, taking out her phone from her pocket, not minding Damon, who stopped his movement by hanging his black fur jacket on the wall after hearing her words.

Damon slowly turned his head, his face equally not having any expression, except for the unfiltered obsession in his eyes when his gaze landed over Lilith's body, which can't be hidden at all.

It was so strong that Lilith shifted uncomfortably, then just put away her phone as she stared right through Damon's dark eyes when he made his way towards her, hand still holding his fur jacket.

“Though it will only happen if you allow the child to live…” Lilith paused, as if thinking of something funny. She crossed her arm as her legs raised, forefoot going over to glide on Damon's thigh, where a noticeable bulge palpated almost immediately close to her skin. “But I doubt you want it to live, right?” Tilting her head as she asked, she smiled before her lips curled down, a mocking sneer replacing her smile as her feet were placed down.

"After all, you don’t want anything to destroy your favorite body during the contract process we made.”

She laughed. “Ugly things are not in your vocabulary after all.”

Damon let go of his black fur jacket, rolling up his sleeves, he cornered both sides of her, bending his back as he leant in close to her face, their noses touching and lips almost making contact.

He was oddly close to her again, and those breaths from his nose kept spraying to her face.

It was disgusting.

Lilith furrowed her brows, irritated, turning her head to the side.

“Please don’t let those lips come near me unless you tell me where you have been before coming to this house." Damon stopped, though the breath from his nose was now replaced by his mouth as his heavy breathing exhaled closely towards her ears that twitched and turned red, and her cheeks that felt some saliva had dripped down to it, making her shiver and feel disgusting all over.

“...”

“Do you want it?” His cold, hoarse voice stated instead of asking, hot breath spraying close to her cheeks once again.

It?

Lilith closed her eyes, feeling helpless when she felt something flow down. She was supposed to be serious right now.

Kneading her thighs together, she shifted from her seat, lifting her knee to prevent Damon from leaning his body closer towards her, but it seemed something flowed down more below by her shifting actions. Her eyelids twitched. When did she become so?

“Why does it matter whether I want it or not? ” she stopped, placing her hand over Damon's chest when he once again had the intention of kissing her. “You won’t allow it even if I really did.”

“You even called the baby ‘it’, Damon. ”

Damon stopped, chuckling lowly, hearing her resentful call to his name, then didn’t wait for her to react as he switched to pecking her cheeks instead, licking the place where he had pecked after.

Lilith finally couldn't hold it, exerting force on her hand as she pushed Damon hard, though Damon didn’t even move an inch. Her knees instinctively moved but were held and kneaded.

The sultry touch on her knees tickles her instantly, as if there were some shock electrifying her spine, weakening her whole body, leaving herself completely at the mercy of the man in front of her.

Tonelessly lying on Damon's chest, she closed her eyes, feeling some wetness gliding from her collarbone to her shoulder as Damon's big, rustic, rough hand held her legs up and placed them on his shoulder as her other leg stretched to the side, revealing her laced underwear covering her private part that was already dripping in wetness.

Lilith felt hot, watching how Damon's eyes darkened as his jaws clenched, clearly hearing how he gulped before he reached his big hand to cover up her middle area, harshly yanking the laced panties that served as its protection.

Lilith was completely exposed down there, her vulva and anus pulsating as they made contact with the air that brushed past them.

Damon bent his back, going off the couch as he knelt down, leaning his face closer towards her v****a. He let his tongue out as it licked her c******s, tickling her, making her legs still hanging on his shoulder twitch as her feet uneasily closed, shivering.

Tremblingly sighing when the tip of Damon's tongue entered her v****a opening, her eyes widened, feeling Damon's thick and calloused hand reaching for her anus.

Pulling Damon's hair hard, her head raised, moaning panickedly, “Ugh… y-you f**king… hm. horny beast.”