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If I could have laughed, I would have, but I was too breathless… too full of him… too overwhelmed by the sensations rolling through me.

“Daddy!” I screamed as I came, shuddering and clenching around him.

The world spun, and I found myself on my back, his fingers no longer in my bottom, his cock pounding me into the mattress. Another wave of ecstasy crashed over me as Gio took me, using me for his pleasure, the way I’d tried to use him. The intensity of the pleasure grew and grew until I couldn’t take anymore, and still, he used me.

By the time he finally came in me, I was limp and spent, only half conscious. I could hear him murmuring to me as he slipped from my pussy, though the words didn’t penetrate.

His fingers played with my sore pussy, and I felt him pushing them into me, slick with our combined pleasure, as though he was trying to push something deeper in me… but it wasn’t his fingers or his cock.

Closing my eyes, I rested my head against his shoulder, my body spread and open for him as he kept sliding his fingers out of me, scooping our combined fluids and pushing them back in.

Chapter Eighteen

Clara

“Where are we going?” I asked suspiciously as Gio led me down the street. Something was up. I could tell because he’d been smiling all morning. Over the past week, I’d gotten to know my husband’s habits pretty well, and smiling during the morning was not normal for him.

Married life was… interesting. Rather than working at the precinct, I was now working with Hailey on charities and other beneficial works. She focused on children; I focused on animals. Having the money to do what we wanted was a heady experience. I missed the thrill of taking from the rich and greedy, but I was behaving.

It was hard to go out in the dark to collect involuntary contributions to my cause when I was too busy getting fucked into the mattress by Daddy. Gio was relentless, and it hadn’t taken me long to realize he was also obsessed with getting me pregnant. I didn’t object to the idea.

“You’ll see,” he replied with another easy smile and a wink.

Was it wrong that I was more suspicious of his motives since he was smiling and winking? Pursing my lips, I trotted along beside him. Whatever had him so excited, I was certainly curious.

“How far do we have to go?”

I just wanted some kind of little clue.

“Not far at all.” As he said the words, he came to a rather abrupt halt. I stumbled to a stop, looking around.

We were standing at the end of a walkway leading up to a house. It wasn’t as big a house as the DiNardo house, but it certainly wasn’t small. We’d only walked about a block away, but the houses along the street were all different sizes—and the DiNardo’s was the biggest.

This one was two stories of brick with white shutters and flowering bushes on either side of the front door. There was a wrought-iron fence between the sidewalk and the small yard, as well as a gate.

Stepping forward, Gio opened the gate.

“What is this?” I asked. Demanded to know, really, because I had a suspicion, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up only to be disappointed. “Who lives here?”

“We do.” He flashed a grin at me as he confirmed my hope, and my heart jumped in my chest. “I thought it would be nice if we had a place of our own.”

Squealing, I jumped up to throw my arms around his neck, my feet dangling as I kissed him firmly on the mouth.

“You bought us a house?”

“I bought us a house.” He kissed me back, one hand traveling down to my bottom, but I was already squirming away. Not because I cared if anyone on the street saw us, but because I wanted to see the house!

“Let’s go in!” I dropped to the ground, and now it was my turn to pull him. He chuckled as I dragged him up the stairs to the front stoop, dancing in place while he got out the keys to open the front door. The second the tumblers clicked, I had my hand on the knob and was pushing the door open, darting inside.

A large foyer greeted my eyes, with a chandelier hanging in the center. Stairs to the second floor were on my left, the bottom step only a few feet away from an open door. There was another room on my right and a hallway beside the stairs that headed toward the back of the house.

“Clara—” Gio started to say, but it was too late. I was already off, darting into the room on the right to see what was there. Empty bookshelves lined the interior walls and between the windows, which were decorated by some dusty red drapes. I made a face at them.

“Well, those will have to go,” I said out loud, mostly to myself, though Gio answered me from where he leaned against the doorframe, watching me.

“You can decorate however you want.”

There was something in his tone, as if he was saying that such a project would keep me busy for a while, which made me smile. Between Hailey and me, I didn’t think it was going to take long at all.

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