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“I should have given in sooner,” I whisper, circling my hips to hit that sweet, desperate spot inside of her. She clenched around me in response. “I should have given you everything from the start. Forgive me, baby,” I say, thrusting into her.

My balls tighten while the need to come takes over, and I drive into her with more force. And just as I spill inside of my sweet princess, her eyes snap open. She stares at me with wide eyes, taking in her surroundings, and before she can fight me, I press my thumb against her harder, swiping at her swollen bud with quickened rhythm.

Hadley’s mouth falls open, her hips lifting off the mattress, face softening as she accepts me. She cries out my name on a bated breath and then she milks my cock as she takes her own release.

I groan at how sensitive her pussy tightening around my softening cock is and topple over her. My lips connect with her shoulder before I bite down in the same spot. “My pretty girl,” I say between breaths. “You take Daddy’s cock so well.”

“I still hate you,” she whispers, despite her hands wrapping around my back, clinging to me in a desperate hug.

“Such a brat thing to say.” I wrap her legs around my waist, keeping myself settled inside of her all while I soften, and the warm liquid of our climaxes drips out of her.

10

HADLEY

I meant what I said.I still hate him,I tell my brain while my heart melts with each soft kiss he presses to my shoulder.

I’m in his lap at the kitchen table while he hand-feeds me breakfast. I’m sore from last night, can still feel the stretch of him filling me, and my core clenches around the nothingness inside of me. Heat coils in my belly at the sudden need to have him fill me again.

How has he made me so needy to be with him in just twelve hours?

A throat clearing pulls me from my turmoil, and I snap my attention toward the entryway. Benito is leaning against the doorframe. “Boss? We need to get back. Ozzy is expecting us.”

I tense in Alessio’s hold. Partly from the embarrassment of Benito seeing me like this, and partly because fuck my brother. I never want to see him again. Alessio’s hand moves to the small of my back before rubbing his hand in soothing circles.

“Ozzy can wait,” Alessio says. “We’re staying another night.”

Benito’s face scrunches up with confusion. “Sir?”

His breath tickles the back of my neck as he lets out an annoyed exhale. “We’ll leave tomorrow, Benito. I’m not ready to deal with whatever temper tantrum he is liable to throw.”

“Why would Ozzy throw a temper tantrum?” I ask.

Alessio brings a piece of bacon to my lips, and I open it as he slides it into my mouth. “Because if you’re a brat . . . your brother is spoiled.”

It doesn’t make sense, but I don’t dare question him. A fight isn’t what I want right now. I’d rather just bury my head in the sand and pretend that this entire relationship is normal. That the man I’ve been crushing on since I was a teen didn’t just fuck me while I slept, that he didn’t chase me until he caught me.

Butterflies erupt as he presses a kiss to my cheek, then taps my thigh twice to indicate I should stand. When I do, he grabs my hand, braiding our fingers together before I can walk away. “Your brother wanted you gone,cara mia.”

“Why?” I ask.

Benito enters the kitchen now and settles himself into a seat across from us. He reaches for a plate and begins filling it with his food from the center of the table. “He discovered a secret and didn’t share it with Alessio. And now he’s going to have to face his punishment.”

“What?” I glance between the men.

Alessio peers up at me, a smirk on his face. “Your father left everything in his will to the heir of his legacy.”

I nod. I’d been in the same room with Alessio and Ozzy and the Murphy family as Dad’s living will had been read aloud. I knew everything had been left to Ozzy, this wasn’t news to me.

“You’re talking in riddles, Alessio. Just spit it out already,” I snap.

“Ozzy isn’t your father’s son, Hadley. He’s not the heir to the Callagahan name, you are.”

My face goes numb. Ozzy is older than me. He is named after Dad. None of it makes any sense. And even if he isn’t Dad’s child biologically, he’d been raised as such.

“Your father loved you both, Hadley. But he married your mom because she was scared and pregnant. She was supposed to marry someone else, but if that person had found out she was pregnant he wouldn’t have accepted her. She’d have been tossed out on her ass, a disgrace to her family. So your father married her. He raised Ozzy as his own,” Benito explains.

“This is insane. I don’t believe it.”

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