Mafia's Surrogate Bride

I will keep fucking you until you are pregnant with my child.
He tied my hands and legs apart and tied them to the four corners of the bed, and slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves.
His horsewhip slid across my pussy.
I felt my pussy getting wet, and water was dripping down my thighs.
He whipped me lightly with the riding whip and ordered me: "Tell me. What do you want?"
When I discovered that the man I had a one-night stand with—the same man who fired me—was Damian Cavalieri, a terrifying mafia boss, it was already too late.
I lost my job, was betrayed by my boyfriend, and lost the money for my sister's treatment.
Just when I had nowhere to turn, Damian offered me a deal: become his surrogate bride. He would pay off all my debts.
I didn't know why he chose me, but I understood that as long as I gave him an heir, I could save my sister's life.
I agreed.
The contract was simple—no sex, no feelings, just business. But Damian broke his own rules with his own hands.