Page 84 of Possession

The hurt my boys felt at my injuries must have been soul destroying, and I’ve done nothing but apologize to them, much to Rafael’s disapproval.

Oliver follows us upstairs. The pitter patter of his small feet has me smiling, and when the bedroom door opens to the familiar scent of freesias, I bite into my lip at the pure bliss I feel deep inside.

Rafael slides me onto the center of the bed, and Oliver clambers onto the end, crawling up. “Oliver, be careful. Mamma is still hurt.” Rafael snipes out, his body tensing at our son’s overexcitement.

“Mamma still owie.”

“Yes. Mamma still owie. So be careful.”

“Ohhh.” Oliver creates a huge O with his mouth, and he looks adorable.

“It’s okay, little man. Come here.” I hold my arms out to him, and he immediately settles against my chest.

“You missed Mamma, huh?”

He nods as I stroke his hair, and I place a kiss on top of his head.

“Look who we have here,” Rosalita calls from the doorway as she slips inside the room with Hudson in her arms. Although we agreed to no nannies, she’s been helping care for the boys while I’ve been recovering, and I couldn’t be more grateful. “We have Hudson!” she declares as our son blows bubbles. His silky dark hair stands spikey, and he looks as cute as a button. She bends and places a kiss on my cheek while slipping Hudson into my arms, then she leaves.

Oliver looks from me to Rafael. “We’re all here, Mamma,” he singsongs with a toothy smile.

“Yeah, we are, little man. We’re all here, exactly where we’re meant to be.” Rafael places a kiss on Oliver’s head, and I preen at how far he has come.

He’s becoming the man he wants to be, and I’m right by his side.

He takes my face between the palms of his hands and stares deep into my eyes. The love flowing between us sends my heart racing with an unexpected warmth, a feeling of completion, knowing I have everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more.

“I love you, Ellie.” My heart skips a beat, and tears threaten to spill from my eyes.

I chew on my bottom lip, fighting the smile threatening to break out, and when I scan over his face, vulnerability swims in his eyes while waiting for me to respond. Does he really doubt my feelings for him? Surely, he knows by now.

“I love you too, Rafael,” I whisper.

Then his lips touch mine, the softness of them a rarity, a tenderness shared only with me and our boys, and I relish it.

With each gentle swipe of his tongue, my body fills with a knowing feeling of possession we will forever be, Daddy and his little doll.

Epilogue

Rafael

Two weeks later . . .

Earlier today was Ellie’s doctor’s appointment, but I had a meeting I couldn’t get out of. Since the shit storm Rocco created, I’ve barely been home, and I fucking hate it.

I’m not sure when I became the domesticated family man, but it happened. That’s a lie. It was when she came into my life. The moment I set eyes on her with my son, I knew I wanted more of what she was offering.

Happiness.

I wanted it in the bucket loads, and now I have it and nothing in the world will risk damaging it again. After placing the car into park, I open the door, slam it behind me, and rush into the house. Of course it’s silent, it’s almost midnight.

My little doll will be waiting for me. She needs punishment for the photo she sent me earlier today, telling me she’s been given the all-clear and can be fucked to within an inch of her life, and fuck, do I intend to do it. I haven’t touched her in months. Even as she fed our son, I showed restraint, even refusing to jerk my cock, because all I want is her. My feet barely touch the ground as I rush the stairs and throw open the bedroom door like a crazed animal.

The soft night-light illuminates the room. “Are you naked?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The silky tone of her voice has my solid cock leaking.

She throws the sheets off without instruction, and I practically explode at the sight of her beauty. “Good little doll,” I hiss as I quickly undress.

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