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My mind whirls with what he’s trying to tell me. “He has allergies?”

Rafael rears back on his heels. “No, he doesn’t have fucking allergies.” He drags a hand over his head, then places his hands behind his neck. “I don’t think he does.”

I lick my lips, unsure of whether to suggest something.

Rafael looks at Oliver, who beams at his picture, then back toward me. Concern etches Rafael’s face, and his reaction sends a wave of love through me. “Tell me what to do here, Ellie.” He bites into his lip, and his chest heaves.

The Mafia man that commands men and kills them too, the same man who runs illegal businesses, fears letting his son down over ice cream.

“Call your nutritionist, make sure he doesn’t have allergies. If he doesn’t, I’ll arrange for a delivery.” Rafael’s shoulders relax, and he nods while typing furiously on his phone. “Does he have a favorite flavor?”

His dark eyes rise from the phone, and he stares at me with bewilderment written all over his face. I wave the question off. “It’s fine. I’ll order a selection.” I shrug with a smile.

Before I know what’s happening, he strides toward me, making me stumble back against the freezer door. My hands slam against each side to hold me upright. I crane my neck to look up at him, and he bends, covering my lips with his.

My heart hammers furiously and my hands find his shirt, anchoring me to the spot as his tongue lashes against mine, fighting for the control he commands, and I let him take everything he wants from me while I hold on for dear life.

A whimper erupts in my throat, and he swallows that too. When he finally pulls back, I’m breathless, and so is he. Our chests rise as if we’ve been running for miles, and my hands slip from his shirt. He traces a finger down my cheek. “You’re so fucking delicious, Little Doll. I can’t wait to devour you, to break you.” The way his eyes drill into mine is like a warning, a promise of what’s coming, and I couldn’t be any more ready for it.

Because one thing is for sure, I can’t wait for Rafael Marino to break me.

Chapter Six

Rafael

I’ve witnessed her giggle and smile with my son while they watch a movie together in the cinema room. A room I’ve never actually used, but now I find myself drawn to it.

I received a call from my father, so I missed them having ice cream while laughing at the giant red dog on the screen. I stared hypnotized at my computer screen as she devoured the dessert, becoming harder with each lick of her small tongue, and the way she slid the spoon in her mouth and her lips wrapped around it until she slid it out, had me groaning like a teenage boy trying my best not to come in my pants.

I slip into the room, and her long silky hair is draped over a pillow on the two-seater couch, and I’m torn between wanting to yank it until she screams for mercy and wanting to feel the soft strands slip between my fingers while I stroke over her tenderly. The feeling of wanting to be affectionate confuses me. There are moments with my son where I’m more tender, but then I find myself reprimanding my actions, even though I enjoy it in the moment.

A soft snoozing garners my attention, and I smile when I crane my neck over the numerous leather seats and find Oliver curled up in a ball on the floor facing the television with a spoon in one hand and a blanket in the other.

“He likes chocolate best,” Ellie whispers, pulling my attention back to her. She’s sitting up now, and the lighting from the television emphasizes her white school blouse, one I want to tear from her like a wild animal. “In case you’re ever not sure. He loves chocolate ice cream.”

I step toward her. She looks so small, kneeling on the leather chair while I loom over her, and I crave everything about her delicate features, and how her breathing quickens while I stare at her makes my cock beg for reprieve.

Reaching out, I stroke her hair, all the way to the tips, then swirl her silky locks around my finger. “What about you, Little Doll? What ice cream is your favorite for being a good girl?” Her breathing staggers, and my cock leaks, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. My hand reacts by tightening, tugging her hair in my palm.

She licks her lips, not realizing how much she’s torturing me. “Vanilla.”

I can’t help the smirk that overcomes me. Of course she loves vanilla the best. It’s simple, sweet, and ordinary, yet she’s anything but.

“Do you have any left?” I nod toward the ice cream tub on the arm of the chair.

Her gaze darts to it, then back toward mine. “There’s some left, but it’s melted.”

“Mm,” I muse while I unbuckle my pants, causing her eyes to widen.

“Rafael, what are you doing?” She cranes her neck to look past me, and I chuckle. My son sleeps soundly once asleep. I’ve spent countless nights unable to sleep, through worrying about his deep sleeping when all pediatricians told me how restless babies and toddlers can be. My son is the opposite. Another reason for my concerns to grow.

“We can’t—” I pull my thick cock from my boxers and stand before her with my back to the television, fisting it with aggressive need. Jesus, I could come so fucking easily with her staring at me so innocently.

I grab the container of melted ice cream and dip my finger into it. Swirling it around, I pull it out and offer it to her waiting mouth. Her lips part, and I groan when her warm tongue lashes over my finger, sucking it clean while my stare remains locked on her innocent face. “Good girl,” I grunt as I continue pumping my cock at a slower speed, determined to save my cum for her. I’ve never praised a woman in my life. Why the fuck should I when they throw themselves into bed to please me, but with Ellie, I want to praise her, let her know how much she satisfies me.

I slather the melted ice cream over my cock, barely recognizing the chill of it with how hot I feel inside. Then I take the back of her head in the palm of my hand and give her no choice but to accept my cock between her lips and into the warmth of her wet mouth.

A deep growl escapes me, and I close my eyes at the feel of her. Fuck, she’s incredible. “Good. So fucking good.” My hips pump slowly this time, determined to savor the feel of her and the way she works my cock so well. “So fucking good, Little Doll.”

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