Page 133 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

Fuck, this is hot.

My breasts sprawled out in front of me and mouth slightly open.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers into my ear. “How am I meant to resist fucking you when you walk around looking like this?”

One of his hands cups my breast, and his cock pierces my entrance.

“Fuck me…”

“Beg me for it.”

“Fuck – Valentino, I need you. I need to feel you. I…”

My words get caught in my throat as he pushes into me roughly.

“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me. See what you do to me? See what you turn me into?” he moans, already on the brink. “Cum for me, Layla.”

I shatter around him, my moans echoing against the walls of the bathroom.

I stop registering his words, instead just let myself get washed away from the waves of pleasure of his body ramming into mine.

Over, and over.

“Cum inside me,” I groan when his breathing gets faster. “I want you to fill me with your cum.”

He follows behind me, thrusting into me hard one last time before spilling inside me.

Too consumed by emotion – pleasure, desire, lust, love – none of us can speak.

We savor the moment, lingering in it until our breathing slowly returns to normal.

“That was intense.” Valentino finally pulls out of me.

I laugh. “I think we need another shower…”

So much for not being late.

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When Valentino and I arrive at Enzo and Quinn’s house, the warm scent of breakfast wafts through the air, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. The rich aroma of fresh coffee blends with the scent of sizzling bacon. And there’s the low hum of conversation, laughter, and the occasional clatter of dishes.

It’s been two weeks since Vincent came home from the hospital, and slowly, painstakingly, life has begun to feel normal again. But today feels different. There’s a new energy in the air, something warm, something filled with promise.

For the first time since everything happened, we’ve been invited for a weekend breakfast with the entire Marchetti family, Vincent’s family.

I reach for the car door handle, but then my stomach twists, and a strange feeling washes over me.

Something is missing.

I glance down at my left hand, my breath catching when I realize what it is.

The ring.

I forgot my engagement ring.

A slow wave of unease creeps up my spine, and I stare at my bare finger for a moment too long.

“What’s wrong?” Valentino’s voice is laced with concern as he adjusts Vincent in his arms.

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