Russian Mobster's Forbidden Mistress by Bella Rose

the feel of his seed pouring into her body.
    Their ragged breathing soon overtook all other sounds. Josef lowered himself far enough to kiss Dani lightly on the lips. Afraid that he was going to leave, she wrapped her arms around him.
    “What?” he asked.
    “Don’t go.”
    “I have to, sweetheart.”
    “No. Stay with me. Nobody will know.”
    He rolled to his side and gently pulled her into the curve of his body. He rested his chin atop her head and gave her an affectionate squeeze. “I don’t want to make trouble for you, Dani. Having someone discover me in your bed would definitely cause trouble.”
    “It’s not trouble,” she said, feeling disgruntled. She hung on to him, unwilling to let him go. “It’s how things are supposed to be.”
     

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Dani rolled out of her bed and bolted to the bathroom. Hitting her knees, she slid the last few feet to the toilet across the cold tile floor. Her knees banged the porcelain bowl, but she didn’t care. Hanging on for dear life, she vomited what little she had in her stomach into the toilet. Then she slumped over and fumbled for the handle to flush the mess down the drain.
    All things considered, it was probably just as well that Josef had left the bed a few hours ago. She had wanted him to stay with her. In fact, she had begged for him not to go. Nonetheless, he had kissed her lightly and tucked the covers around her body before slipping off into the early hours of the morning. Now she was glad.
    “What is wrong with me?” she moaned.
    Sitting on her butt, she put her back against the wall and drew her knees up to her chest. She felt fine for the most part. This nausea would pass and she’d be great the rest of the day. She could eat anything. Actually, she did eat anything…and everything.
    She let her head fall back to rest against the wall. “I’m hungry.”
    Getting awkwardly to her feet, Dani headed back into her bedroom. She grabbed a pair of yoga pants and pulled them on. Next came an old hooded sweatshirt that was fraying at the wrists. She had found the comfort clothes. Now she needed to go in search of comfort food.
    The nurse was just coming out of her father’s bedroom. Dani gave her a little wave. “How is he this morning?”
    The woman’s expression was worried and Dani’s gut clenched in response. Then the nurse took a deep breath and patted Dani’s arm. “He’s doing about as well as can be expected at this point, honey. But his mornings are pretty rough since he’s having so much trouble resting at night.”
    “So it won’t be long?” Dani’s voice broke. “Is that what you’re saying?”
    “I can’t know that,” the nurse said quickly. “The disease chooses its own course.”
    “I hate that.” Dani felt a burst of anger, then her stomach growled insistently. “But I think I need to get some food before I go in to see him this morning. I feel like I’m dying of hunger.”
    The nurse took a step back and looked Dani over with a critical eye. “Honey, I don’t mean to pry, but I’ve been working here for months now and I’ve noticed a few things over the past few weeks.”
    Dani frowned. “Like what?”
    “When’s the last time you had your cycle?”
    Dani opened her mouth to respond and then snapped it shut. She had absolutely no idea what the answer to that question was. “I’m wearing a baggy sweatshirt and freaking yoga pants. What makes you…? Well what makes you ask me that?”
    The nurse made a gesture toward the portion of Dani’s abdomen visible in the snug yoga pants. “Women tend to get a little thicker down below their bellies in the first trimester. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just your body preparing itself.”
    “Not a bad thing,” Dani repeated breathlessly. “You really think…? Oh my God.”
    “I’m just suggesting you take a test,” the nurse said soothingly. “Many, many years ago I used to work in obstetrics. It’s the only reason I notice things like that.