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Hearing her say she wants my baby sends my vision hazy, and a frenzied need to see her stomach swollen with my child becomes my mission.

I circle my hips, rubbing on her needy clit, and she arches her back as her mouth falls slack. “Daddy, I’m coming.” Her pussy pulsates around me, and my mouth becomes flooded in her milk as it bursts from her like a dam breaking. It spills from my lips, and I greedily try to swallow it down, but I can’t take it any longer, so I follow her into the abyss.

“Fuckkk.” My cum spurts from me in intense waves of pleasure, feeling never-ending, groundbreaking, and I close my eyes to savor the pure bliss.

I’ll follow her wherever she’s prepared to take me, because she possesses me and I’m finally ready to embrace it.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Ellie

Rafael attempted to make love to me again in the night, but his filthy mouth and controlling manner took over, winning the battle to show me restraint and tenderness. He’s trying, when he really doesn’t have to because he already owns me. Every part of me belongs to him. I’m a willing prisoner in his captivity, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’s reassured me every way he can, and the fact he wants me to adopt his son proves how much I mean to him and Oliver in the only other way he can solidify us, given he can’t marry me.

When he wasn’t pumping me full of his cum in a bid to get me pregnant, I spent the night suckling on his cock while he stroked my hair. “I missed you, Little Doll,” he whispered, causing tears to sting my eyes at his broken tone. I could only suck harder to bring us both the comfort we desperately sought.

Slipping Rafael’s shirt on, I stand between his widened legs as he buttons it up for me. “Beautiful, Little Doll.” My cheeks heat as he pushes my hair over my shoulder and his fingers linger on my neck. “I’m going to brand you with my name.” He grazes my skin with his knuckles before meeting my eyes.

“Okay.” I nod.

His shoulders relax, then he picks up the hairbrush from the bed. “Turn around and kneel.”

I do as he asks, and then he combs through my hair with one hand and the other smooths over the spot the brush just left.

“There, all done, pretty girl,” he coos as he smooths out my hair. “Stand.”

Nerves bubble inside me at the prospect of seeing Oliver again. “Come.” He snaps me out of my thoughts and holds his hand out for me to hold on to with Hudson cradled in his arm, and he pulls me to my feet. “He’ll be ecstatic to see you, Ellie. Don’t worry.”

“Of course.” I nod gingerly, and he chuckles at my feigned response.

“You’ll see.”

Rafael

She trembles as we step down the stairs. She’s fucking adorable to be nervous to see Oliver; it’s cute she thinks he’ll be anything other than delighted to see her.

Rosalita’s voice fills the foyer as she chats happily to our son, and when her eyes find mine, I give her the nod to slip away, leaving Oliver at the breakfast table.

Walking into the room, Ellie freezes, so with the palm of my hand on the bottom of her back, I gently push her in front of me, hiding Hudson from view.

“Oliver,” I call to our son, and he lifts his head. His eyes widen, then he scrambles off the chair to get to Ellie, and his face morphs into pure exhilaration.

“Ma-momma El,” he cries as Ellie bends down to scoop him into her arms. She sobs as he clings to her neck, and he only wails louder.

Jesus fucking Christ, it hurts my ears.

Hudson startles in my arms, and I cradle him closer. His small hands expand as if shocked, and for the first time since meeting him, he opens his eyes and stares directly at me. While his momma and brother embrace one another, I stare into my little man’s eyes.

Brown, they’re brown, with tiny flecks of gold sparkling back at me.

Then he scares me shitless when he opens his mouth and screams at the top of his lungs, cutting through the air like a knife.

Ellie and Oliver freeze, and she stands with Oliver in her arms. He looks at Ellie as if in question. “Do you want to meet your baby brother, Oliver?”

He scrunches up his nose and points toward Hudson. “Ba-bab.” He tries to say baby, and Ellie giggles at him, her smile so wide you’d think her cheeks would be painful.

“His name’s Hudson. Can you say Hudson?”

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