Oops, I Accidentally Adopted A Mafia Boss

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content. Please read at your own risk.

SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW

"W-What do you mean s-suck you?!" Heat floods my cheeks until they burn like coals. "I-I don't know how to do that! I'm a good woman-innocent, pure." My voice quivers as I press my palms to his chest and push, but he's solid as stone; not even a hair's breadth of movement.

"Hmm? You mean you've never tried to soothe someone's hard cock before?" He asks, and disappointment softens the edge of his words.

I swallow hard enough to feel it in my throat. Of course not! How could I have-we don't even know each other's names!

Good God, Sasha. Why are you such a fool? Look at the mess you've tangled yourself in now.

I nod slowly, lips pressed tight while his thick length rests against my cheek. It stretches past my jaw-longer than my palm is wide. Sweet heaven, can something this substantial really exist? It feels like it could split me open.

"You're not my real aunt then-you just proved it yourself. So you really are my wife..." My eyes widen until the lids ache.

How did he even reach that conclusion? Son of a-was this man a lawyer before he lost his memory? He's sharp as a blade! Oh my God-what if his mind clears and he has me arrested for keeping him here? All because I didn't hand him over or tell anyone he was staying with me.

Not that I could manage either-there are no boats leaving the island until next week, and I don't own a phone to call for help anyway.

"O-Okay! Fine! Just... step back from me first." I gasp for breath, but the fool only presses my face closer to his flesh-thick as my forearm now. How much longer could it be? Whoever belongs to this man will have their hands full.

"G-Get back!" I shout, but the man I call Angelo stands firm as a mountain.

"Promise me then. Your poor husband needs you-don't you think?"

I bite my lower lip until it stings. Ugh! Don't say things like that-my panties are slick and sliding down my hips. He's exactly what I've always dreamed of: tall, gorgeous, every inch perfect.

Could he actually be the one for me? But I don't know how to do this! How do you even touch something so intimidating?

"S-Sure, I promise! I'll do it-just let me go because..." because my underwear is about to pool at my feet.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he releases the back of my head, and I draw a shaky breath that fills my lungs like cool water.

I stand up nervously, meeting his gaze. "Can we hit pause? I need to talk to myself for a minute." I force a smile that feels tight on my face.

Please say yes-if you don't, you'll be cursed with bad luck forever!

Thankfully, Angelo must want to avoid that fate because he smirks and nods. "Sure. Take your time."

Aughhh! His English is so clean it makes my head spin. Even with amnesia, he's sharp as a tack-his wits clearly intact despite the blank spots in his memory.

Joy lifts my heart so high I feel light on my feet. I bolt out of my cottage-no front door to slow me down-and run full speed to Andeng and Junior's place. Please let them be awake.

"Andeng?!" I call out, pounding on their door with my fist. No response.

"Andenggg! Cut the lovemaking short and give me some advice!" I hiss through the wood, knocking harder until my knuckles throb.

I pray to every saint I know, and they must be listening-after a moment, the door swings open to reveal Andeng, her hair wild and her face flushed pink like she was pulled straight from bed.

"What's wrong, Sasha? It's the middle of the night." She raises an eyebrow, but concern softens her features.

"Andeng-help me!" I whisper, terrified and trembling. My voice threatens to crack with every word.

Her brow furrows. "What? Did you lose your virginity already? You look scared out of your mind." She teases, but her eyes are serious.

"Almost! For the love of God! My panties are about to drop right off me." I bite my thumb until I taste copper, so on edge I can barely stand still.

Andeng stares at me, wide-eyed. "What?! You've only known Handsome for less than a day and you're this close? Is he... big?" She sounds fascinated, leaning forward slightly.

I swallow hard, bite my lip, then nod. Her eyes go wider still, and she slaps my arm in excitement.

"No way?" She covers her mouth with her hand. "Really? Did you taste it? Did it reach here?" She points to her throat. "Was it that big? Did you choke?" Questions pour out of her one after another.

I shake my head frantically, panic tightening my chest.

"Then what's the problem?" She asks, confused.

"I-I don't know how to do it." I say, scratching my head until my scalp tingles with mortification.

It looks so big-like it could swallow me whole! What if I choke to death? Thick and long and terrifying in its size.

Andeng bursts out laughing. I don't know if it's at my words or my face, but all the blood seems to drain from my body just thinking about what I'm supposed to do.

She pats my shoulder, still chuckling. "Don't worry-I've got you covered." She points to herself with pride. "Who do you think you're talking to? I'm an expert."

I grimace. Of course she is-I hear her and Junior going at it every single night through the thin walls between our cottages.

I nod through my own nervous laughter. "Okay, okay-start explaining."

She raises one perfectly shaped eyebrow. "First, you need to touch it-" she grabs my arm "-then move your hand up and down like this!" She demonstrates on my forearm, her palm gliding smooth and steady.

I frown, scratching my head. I can't believe it's that simple.

"Is that all?" I ask right away.

She nods. "You don't even have to put it in your mouth! Just that will calm him right down." She gives me a thumbs-up.

I slap my forehead. It's that easy?! Why didn't I think of this earlier? I could have saved myself hours of stress.

"Okay, thanks!" I say quickly, then turn and take off running back to my place.

"Go! Go! Go, Sasha!" She cheers behind me, her voice carrying in the quiet night air.

When I reach my cottage, I freeze at the threshold. Our eyes meet-and he's still standing exactly where I left him, his length proud and hard against his stomach.

I bite my lower lip as I walk toward him. He says nothing, and the silence settles heavy as rain on my shoulders.

You can do this, Sasha! Just touch it-don't put it in your mouth or you'll die. It's way too big!

I grimace at my own thoughts. Who would have thought I'd be doing this? I never even planned to get married! What happened to all that talk about staying single forever?

Like before, I settle into the chair. He stays standing, his gaze tracking every small movement I make. My cheeks burn like fire against the cool air.

Without a word, I reach out and wrap both hands around him.

Sweet heaven! Why is he so big? One hand isn't enough-I really do need both to hold him properly.

I swallow hard, shaking my head to clear the thought. This day has been absolutely insane from start to finish.

But I'm just being a good person, right? He asked for help, so I'm helping him.

I nod to myself. Yes, yes-definitely earning myself a spot in heaven! Hehe.

I adjust my grip and do exactly as Andeng taught me-moving my palms up and down his length, slow and steady at first.

He's hard as river stone, but the tip is soft and warm against my skin! G-God! It's actually kind of intimidating.

"Augh..." He groans, low and deep in his chest, and a jolt of heat shoots through me so sharp I nearly jump. His voice is rough and perfect-and even sitting down, my knees threaten to give out beneath me.

I speed up my movements, squeezing just a little tighter. My hands start to ache, but I'm actually having fun-I don't know why, but I love the way his breathing hitches when I brush my thumbs over the sensitive tip.

I smile as I keep going, matching my rhythm to his breaths and the sounds he makes deep in his throat.

Is this really supposed to feel this good? It's like milking a carabao or something.

I shake my head again to banish the silly thought. Come on, Sasha! Focus! Focus! Focus!

I keep up the pace until suddenly, my eyes go wide-I can feel him growing even harder, pulsing fast and strong in my hands like a heartbeat!

Oh no?!

"A-Agh... more..." He gasps, and I work even faster-faster than when I hang fish to dry in the hot afternoon sun!

A moment later, something hot and thick spurts from him.

I'm so shocked I can't speak, watching as it splatters all over my face and neck.

What is this?!

Warm, sticky drops cover my cheeks and lips-I can feel every single one sliding slow and thick down my skin.

I look up slowly at Angelo. He's staring down at me, his gray eyes glinting like polished stone before a smirk spreads across his face.

"M-Much better." He says-and then I hear a loud thud against the dirt floor.

"Eh?" Is all I can manage as he disappears from my line of sight. I think for a second he's vanished into thin air, but when I look down, I grimace.

"H-Holy shit?!" I shout, staring at him sprawled on the floor.

The idiot fainted! He lies on his back in the dirt, and I can see blood seeping dark and slow from his chest wound.

My face drains of color until I feel pale as paper. "Dammit!" I rush over to him, slapping his cheeks lightly with my palm. When he doesn't wake, I press my ear to his mouth and nose to check for breath.

I let out a huge sigh of relief when I feel his warm breath ghost over my skin. I clutch my chest, taking deep breaths to steady the wild beating of my heart.

"For the love of God! I thought he was dead." I clasp my hands together, looking up at the ceiling. "Lord, I'm definitely getting into heaven now-I helped him so much!" I giggle despite myself.

I grab the first aid kit from where I left it and clean up his reopened wound. His blood pressure must have spiked from all the excitement.

I'm so good at this! He fainted-does that mean I'm irresistible?! Hehe!

Next, I slide my hands under his armpits and drag him back to my shared mat. We should fit-barely.

My eyes go wide at how heavy he is. "Hah!" I pant, wheezing and holding my chest as I pull. He's like dragging a full sack of rice across the floor!

But I have no choice-so I keep pulling, taking nearly ten minutes to get him settled on the mat.

I scratch my head, looking at his naked body, then wipe my face with the back of my hands.

This is why I didn't want to get married-wait a second?!

My brow furrows as realization settles deep in my chest.

I keep calling him my husband-but he's not actually mine. I press my hands to my cheeks, feeling the heat still lingering there.

"Huh?!" I look at him, giggling softly. "But no, no-it's not possible."

I calm myself down, then go to the door, pick up the broken piece of wood, and prop it against the frame as a makeshift barrier. I grab another blanket and drape it over his bare body, tucking it around his shoulders.

"Hehehe." I lie down next to him, but keep a careful distance between us-just in case his memory comes back overnight and he strangles me in his sleep.

That would be so unfair! I do a good deed and end up dead?! No way, no way!

I close my eyes, pulling my own blanket up to my chin.

Lord, please let me wake up alive tomorrow.