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“Santiago? What the ever lovingfuckare you doing here?” I ask while Abel looks in between the two of us. I bet I’m a sight to see.

Angry, short, black woman with her hand on her hip, ready to chew someone out or whip their ass.

I meet his puzzled stare when he asks, “Am I missing something? Ivy, how do you know him?”

Folding my arms across my tits, resting them on my stomach, I turn to the man in question, and say, “He’s my sperm donor.” I snarl, like literally snarl at him, and he has the nerve to scoff. “So, why are you here?”

“You’re pregnant? And for thisbastardo?” He yells. “Abel,ti ucciderò.” He lunges for Abel, wrapping his hands around his neck, but Abel quickly shakes him off.

“Hold the fuck up, why are you mad that I knocked her up if she isn’t your daughter like you say?”

He doesn’t even blink an eye. “She isn’t my daughter. I don’t know what came over me.” How can he still say that shit with a straight fucking face and have no remorse?

“Are you fucking kidding me, Santiago?” Abel yells again, really looking at me, then Santiago. “You look just the fuck alike with the exception of her skin color.” Abel yells, coming to stand beside me.

“Yes, she got that from her mother.” Santiago lets that slip past his lying lips, casting a wayward glance in my direction. “I never meant to hurt you,il mio Cile.” Reaching out, he tries to touch me, but I move out of his reach.

“Wait a minute, I thought you said your daughter died from a drug overdose?” Abel asks, stepping in between me and my dad.

“One has to do whatever it takes to get the job done. I merely needed to say something that would get you on board with what I had in mind.” He smirks.

“You really are a piece of shit, aren’t you? Maybe it’s a good thing you walked out when you did, otherwise I would have turned out just like you.” I can’t stand to hear anymore of his shit and walk out, making a beeline for the stairs.

I’m gonna go hide out while they finish whatever business they had going on before I interrupted, because it doesn’t concern me.

The nerve of him, saying he never meant to hurt me. “Then why did you?” I yell. I’m not sure what he thought would happen by him saying those words, because they mean nothing to me now.

Flicking on the tv, I find something on Netflix to watch until it’s soon watching me.

The sun beams down on my face as a delicious ache builds between my legs. This is the best way to wake up after that fiasco that happened yesterday. “Open up and let me in.” Abel whispers as his breath fans across my inner thigh. “I want to taste myMarrone Dolce.”

“Abel.” I moan as his lips travel closer and closer to my center. “When you speak to me in Italian, it drives me wild.”

“Farò tutto il necessario per mantenerti selvaggio per me.”He says, and I have no idea what it means.

“Please, you have to tell me what you’re saying.”

“I said, I’d do anything to keep you happy.” He mumbles against my thigh.

“Don’t ever leave me or make me feel like I’m not worth it.” Instead of telling me that he could never, would never do that… He shows me.

Those large, rough hands touch and caress every inch of my body, burning my skin in his wake.

Every kiss begins with his lips, every touch with his fingertips, but it all ends with multiple orgasms.

Each time he enters me, something new awakens.

I’m learning new things about myself that only he can teach me. “Abel.” I moan, desperately needing more.

“Mi sto innamorando di te, Marrone Dolce.” His strokes deepen, becoming more demanding. I widen my legs, ready to take whatever he’s offering.

“What are you saying now?”

“Later. Right now, I want you to come for me. Can you do that,Marrone Dolce?”

Can I?

I’ve never done it on demand before in my life, but yet I find myself saying, “Yes.”

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