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“No, Tommy dealt with it,” he confirms.

“See you at The Vineyard.” I end the call.

Why Tommy insists on shunning his responsibilities is beyond me. He’s a petulant brat who needs to man the fuck up and get over his past. Pain surges through me thinking about someone taking Ellie away from me like our father did to him. Is that how my younger brother felt?

Only now can I begin to imagine.

Dread freezes my bloodstream, making my lungs feel like they’re being crushed.

I can’t lose my little doll.

I refuse to.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ellie

Iroll over in bed and sigh when I see the clock flashing 3:30 a.m. back at me. I haven’t seen Rafael since he left me at the breakfast table with Oliver. He left soon after Kendal, and I’m not going to lie, I was worried he’d chased after her. It’s all I could think about for the rest of the day.

Oliver and I played an abundance of games to help with his speech without him realizing. Then we took a swim in the pool. Again, I encouraged his speech with a game of Marco Polo. I bathed him, then we made pancakes for dinner and watched a movie before I carried him to bed. He clutched my hand as I read The Hungry Caterpillar to him, then I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and wished him a good night’s sleep before taking a long soak in the bath to soothe my aching ass.

Turning on my side again, I tussle with the sheets and check my phone, disappointed to have no messages from him.

“Why aren’t you asleep, Little Doll?”

My entire body freezes at his deep voice coming from the doorway.

“I was worried about you.”

His forehead creases as he narrows his eyes. “Worried?”

I sit up, taking the sheet with me. “Yes, Rafael, worried,” I snap back. “You left this morning, and it’s”—I glance at the clock—“three forty a.m. now.”

Rafael unbuttons his shirt as he closes the door and steps toward the bed.

“You don’t need to worry about me.” He kicks off his shoes and drops his pants and boxers in one swoop. “Show me those tits, Little Doll. They make me so fucking hard, baby.” I drop the sheet and brush my hair over my shoulders, exposing my tight buds to him.

“Fuck, I love how small they are.”

He kneels onto the bed, his cold hands find my small tits, and he kneads them in his palms. His calloused touch sends a pang of desire through me, and my pussy becomes wet.

Rafael licks down my neck, then peppers kisses back up and across my jawline to my waiting lips. His tongue invades my mouth roughly, and I fight him for control, but of course I have none.

He grunts as he thrusts against me while his hand finds the back of my hair, holding me in place.

“I want to fuck my baby in you, Ellie.”

Oh Jesus.

His tongue pushes inside my mouth again, not giving me a chance to respond. I can only moan as his thumb flicks over my nipple, sending sparks of electricity through my body.

I pull back from him, and he nips at my lip as punishment. “Pl-please.”

Before I know what’s happening, he spins me around, pushes my head to the mattress, pulls my thighs apart, and spits on my ass.

“Rafael?”

His finger trails down my spine so lightly I barely feel it. “Shh, Little Doll. Daddy wants to play and make you feel good, then he’s going to come so deep inside you, you’re going to grow him a baby.”

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