Page 72 of Secret Mafia Daddy

I stare at the door, bracing my hands against either side of it.

“Catarina, wherever you go, I will always find you,” I say.

“Is that a threat?” she asks.

“It’s a promise. We’re family now. You and me and Chelsea, and I’m not going to let you go.”

“Why?” she asks. “You know I’m not going to rat on you, so why won’t you let me leave?”

“Because I’m in love with you, kitten.”

She slowly opens the door and I just stand there, waiting for an invitation.

“What do you mean, you’re in love with me?” she asks stubbornly, her chin pointed up.

“I mean that I can’t stop fucking thinking about you,” I growl, frustrated. “It means that every single time I make a decision I think of you and Chelsea. I think of my family. It means, you’ve wormed your way into my heart, and I don’t know how to get you out.”

“Do you mean that, Angelo?” she asks shakily. ”Do you really mean that?”

“I mean it with all my heart and soul,” I insist, and I do. I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything else. Tears are burning in my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. Because if Catarina doesn’t take me back now that all my cards are on the table...

She breaks into a sob and falls into my arms, and I cradle her, kissing the side of her face gently.

“God, Catarina. You can never leave me again,” I say hoarsely.

“Never,” she promises, hugging me tight. ”Never, Angelo. I promise.”

“Where's my little fairy princess?” I ask, and Catarina sobs out a laugh.

“She’s sleeping.”

I walk into the hotel room and she’s asleep in one of the twin beds, looking so small that it makes my heart ache.

I swallow hard. “You can’t ever take her from me, Catarina.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Angelo,” she says, and then she puts her arms around my waist, holds me close, presses her face against my back.

I put both hands on hers, trembling. Turning around, I kiss her so hard I think our teeth gnash together.

I don’t care. I want her so close it might burn me, because she’s burned me so well before. It all comes spilling out of my mouth, all the things I feel.

“I'll hunt you down,” I tell her. “I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth, kitten. You’re mine, you know that?”

“I know,” she murmurs against my mouth and then she tightens her thighs around my waist, and I groan, dropping down with her onto the other twin bed.

I can’t wait to get her clothes off, shoving at the T-shirt she’s wearing, sliding down her panties after ripping them at one side.

I fumble with my own slacks, my hands shaking, and Catarina helps, deftly unbuttoning them.

I free myself with a groan and she takes my dick in her hand, guiding me into her. It’s like coming home, pressing into her.

“You’re mine,” I growl, fucking her hard and fast. Rough the way she knows I like. “You’re mine and I’m yours, Catarina.”

“Yes,” she moans out. “Yes, Angelo, I’m all yours.”

“Maybe I’ll get you pregnant again,” I drawl. “Maybe I’ll knock you up so that everyone knows you’re all mine.”

Catarina gasps, rocking her hips forward, and I know she’s aroused by that idea. “Baby,” she pleads. “Angelo, don’t stop.”

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