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“Reece, my manager, he knows people.” I dart my eyes away guiltily.

He scoffs. A mocking laugh bubbles up from him, and I can’t help but stare at him and wonder if he’s having some sort of breakdown from the shock of my news. “Reece O’fucking-Connell is in the Mafia, Ellie.”

“Wh-what?” Panic ripples through me as I cling Hudson to me tighter. Did I put his safety at risk all along? The thought sickens me.

“That’s right, Little Doll. You’ve been involved with the Mafia all along. They were just using you to get to me.”

My lip wobbles as realization takes over; I was always in danger. I was never free.

I’m his possession, after all.

Chapter Forty-Two

Rafael

Iwatch her feed my son from her luscious tit, and as volatile as I feel, relief overpowers it. They’re both safe.

I’m a father again and I finally have what I always wanted—Ellie and my baby. My plan slipped into place despite how we got here, and the fact it did overrides anything else.

It overrides the anger, the deceit, the way I want to hurt her back, punish her for stealing my son from me, the moments we should have shared, for stealing Oliver’s ability to be a big brother.

Yet I don’t care, as long as I have them.

The O’Connell family should pay for their sins too, but in this moment, all I care about is having her back in my life.

She places Hudson back into his crib. The name is not something I would have thought of myself, but coupled with his brother’s name, it’s growing on me by the second. Perfect even.

“What happens now?” She tugs on the hem of her T-shirt and the fact she slipped it into place so soon after feeding our son has my nostrils flaring. Her body will have changed, she will have changed, and I missed it all. She stole it from me.

Standing, I loom over her like a predator, her pretty little face still coated in tears. I trail my finger through them until I reach her parted lips, and when her breath touches the tip of my tongue, it’s game fucking over.

I spin her to face the bed, pushing her roughly onto the mattress as adrenaline sparks through me like electricity, shocking my body back to life. “Rafael. Rafael, listen to me.” She panics while I unbuckle myself.

“I’m-I’m still bleeding.”

My body freezes and I wait for her to explain. “I’m still bleeding from having Hudson.” I lick my lips as I stare down at her, her head tilted to the side, her hair silky and her hips fuller. Then my gaze roams over her ass and a powerful need to feel her wet, bloody cunt around me sends a feral surge through my entire body. The force makes my veins protrude to unleash, to feel her blood against me once again. Only this time, it’s because of our creation, and I intend to bask in the glory of it.

Kicking her feet apart, I drag her shorts and panties down to her feet, and her bloody pad only drives me to the brink of insanity. My nostrils flare as adrenaline pumps through me at a rapid speed, adding to my heightened state.

It will be like the first time we were together all over again: her warmth spilling onto my cock as I take her. My desperate hands shake in a frenzied need to feel her soft pussy walls wrap around my cock. I tug my cock out, then drag it up and down her bloody hole. “I’m bleeding, Daddy.”

Jesus, she feels good. She feels like home. “Fuck yes, you are. You’re coating my cock, Little Doll.” I hiss through my teeth as I stare down at the tip of my cock coated in her blood, and a force of wild exhilaration pumps through my veins.

Mine.

All mine, and she’s never leaving me again. Ever.

“My little doll. All fucking mine!”

I rear back, then slam inside her. Grabbing her flailing hands in one of my own, I then draw them behind her back and hold her in place as I piston inside her snug, wet little pussy. “Fuck, Little Doll. Daddy forgot how good you felt.” My footing wavers with exhilaration. “Jesus. You feel so good for Daddy, all warm and bloody,” I groan in awe, knowing I have her back in my hold where she belongs.

“Cry for me while I fuck your bloody little cunt. Cry for Daddy while I fill you, Little Doll.”

“Oh. Oh god, Daddy.” The sound of my nickname on her traitorous sweet tongue has my hips powering with a determination to leave her raw with my strength, to leave her pussy so tarnished she knows who her daddy is.

Who fucking owns her, once and for all.

My possession.

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