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My orgasm builds from the tips of my toes, and tremors of pleasure whip up my spine with each roll of his hips.

“Feels. So. Fucking. Good. Little. Doll.”

“Yes, Daddy. Yes!” I cry out as my pussy clenches around him, and I throw my head back against the glass at the force as liquid lust consumes me.

“Fuck. Take it. Take all my cum.” His cock pulsates and his breathing becomes labored. “Give me what I want. Please, fuck, give it to me.” My heart skips a beat at his begging, and I lift my head to find him staring in awe at where we’re connected. His mouth open and his pupils blown wide.

I want to ask him what he wants, what he’s begging for, but I’m scared of his response, because what if I’m unable to give it.

He snaps his gaze back up to mine, and irritation mars his features, making my stomach sink.

Then his lips twitch. “I think I just put a baby in you.”

A chuckle rumbles deep in my chest at his sincerity, and I’ve no control when it spills over.

“I’m on the pill, Rafael.”

A smile spreads across his handsome face. “I know.” He winks before slowly sliding out of me.

When our combined cum slips down my thighs, I grimace, and this time it’s Rafael who laughs as he steps back and tucks himself away.

“Next time, wear panties, baby.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Ellie

My night was strange, filled with an awareness of Rafael mounting me and fucking me ruthlessly into the mattress. Was that a dream? My head feels cloudy and my mind hazy, so when I touch between my legs and feel the wetness there, I know it wasn’t a dream. I open my eyes on a wince and close them before trying again.

Ugh, I ache, so bad. Every part of me hurts. As I swing my legs out of bed and head into the bathroom to relieve myself, I try to ignore the soreness between my thighs and find delight in the fact that Rafael simply can’t help himself.

I use the toilet, switch on the shower, and chance a look at myself in the mirror. My eyes widen at the marks littering my body, then I turn to view my ass before grimacing at the thick welts, and quickly turn my back.

My gaze latches onto the open toiletry bag on the counter, and when I take my birth control out, a sliver of disappointment races through me. My hand finds my stomach and a strange longing bubbles inside me. I close my eyes, trying to push away thoughts of a baby with Rafael; that would be insane. To choose to bring a child into the Mafia would be irresponsible, cruel even, especially when I barely know anything about their way of life, other than violence.

Still, as I open my eyes, a flash of a little girl with Rafael’s dark hair and eyes like Oliver’s hits me in the chest, forcing me to suck in a sharp breath.

Walking over to the shower, I step inside, letting the water flow over my body, cleaning away the thrill of his essence that coats my skin.

With it, washing away thoughts of a future with a man I barely know anything about.

A man so deadly and unpredictable, his behavior is borderline insane.

Rafael’s stern voice breaks me from my thoughts as I bounce down each stair and head toward the kitchen for breakfast.

“Oliver, you’re going to be hungry. Eat a little.” His firm voice leaves no room for argument.

I open the kitchen door and find Oliver shaking his head at his father. If it were anyone else, I’m positive Rafael wouldn’t stand for their refusal.

Rafael turns as I enter the room, and my heart jumps at the way his hungry eyes eat me up, roaming over me with hooded desire.

“Morning, Little Doll.” His lip curls at the side, something akin to a smile threatening to break out.

“Morning.”

“Come.” He pats his thigh, and I stare at him, unsure of what he means. “Ellie,” he warns, his tone darkening.

Oliver watches as I sit on his father’s lap. “Good little doll,” he whispers in my ear, creating a shiver to run down my spine. “Did my baby sleep well?” The warmth of his breath against my neck as he places a kiss there has me clenching my thighs, and when I inhale his sandalwood scent, I swallow harshly.

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