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“Cum with me baby,” I murmur into Delphine’s ear before nibbling on it possessively and gently resting my palm aroundher neck, holding her close to me with a nearly dangerous tightness.

“I want to feel your tight pussy milking me for every drop of cum.”

When I bite down on her neck after telling this woman exactly what I want, she emits the loudest shriek of pleasure that surprises both of us. I piston my cock inside her three more times and force her to erupt as my own orgasm crashes into me with a powerful wave of euphoria. The two of us groan and clutch each other’s bodies in the now soaking wet bed.

I don’t want to come down from this high.

I don’t want to take my cock out of Delphine’s sweet, soft, and ultimately perfect pussy. Eventually, I’ll have to move but right now I enjoy the primal pleasure of staying buried between her legs.

“I need to marry you,” I whisper into her ear, refusing to move even as she squirms nervously at this line of conversation. “It’s not a question. It’s a command. You’re the mother of my child so I will be putting a ring on your finger and keeping you here. Forever.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Delphine

37 weeks pregnant

The secret spot

Iam about to pop in more ways than one. I have a due date, a birth plan, and a baby that thinks my bladder is the ideal place to practice tap dancing. I need this baby out of my body ASAP. The ring on my finger didn’t improve my mood as much as I thought it would, if I’m being honest. Luigi picked the perfect engagement ring, which doesn’t surprise me because of the good taste that he has with everything.

We settled into this lake house as much as anyone could expect. I have a morning routine of walking down by the lake and Luigi takes me out in the row boat for romantic evenings to watch the sunset together. My symptoms might be terrible, but Luigi does everything he can to make me comfortable and his dedication to my pleasure involves his tongue. A lot. I can’t complain about my life here, ironically – even if Luigi commanded me to marry him and it wasn’t exactly a marriage proposal.

If anyone thinks I’m crazy for being with this man, I’ll simply say that I had no choice. In a strange way, I really didn’t have a choice because there’s no other man that I’ve met willing to love me the way that Luigi does. He didn’t drug me in the beginning, anyway. That was all Angela.

Speaking of that crazy Italian woman. She’s the only thing the two of us are missing and neither of us are willing to admit it. I told Luigi to trust my contact with her and so far he has, but in that space, I haven’t been able to share any of the details that I managed to force out of Angela so far.

I wish she would come back here, but I understand why she doesn’t. Renzo and Gino gave me a taste of the darker parts of this family. It hasn’t escaped me that since the incident, Luigi has kept me far out of sight. He has an office and technically “works”, but it’s not the same as when he lived in Buffalo and clearly had something approximating a 9-to-5.

With the baby so close and the new engagement ring on my finger, I miss Angela’s presence more than ever. My family members still haven’t accepted the reality of my pregnancy or engagement, despite the group chat I created to guide them through the process. They still don’t believe I “baby trapped a man”, according to my youngest step-sister.

I guess they’ll all find out at the wedding, unless Luigi and I choose to elope with a newborn. Who knows what the future holds. We ditched the contract and without it, there’s so much more uncertainty than I’m even prepared to handle.

I text Angela in the thick of my feelings and spurred by pregnancy hormones.

Me:Where are you? I’m about to pop with this baby and I need you back.

I don’t even expect her to respond. Even if shedoesrespond. She’s going to give me the weird half-answers she’s been giving me ever since she disappeared from Buffalo. I don’t think she left against her will, but this woman won’t even give me aclueabout where she is. Until now.

Angela:I’ll come back if the family promises not to hurt Lewis. I want it in writing. You can tell Luigi. He’ll know what I mean.

I’m glad she said that part about Luigi, because I certainly don’t have a clue what that means.

“Who is Lewis?”

Luigi looks up at me from his reading chair. I don’t know what the hell he’s reading over there, but he looks over at me with outrage.

“Where did you hear that name?” Luigi asks me. Okay. Clearly, this name has triggered something.

“Are you talking to Angela?” Luigi follows up, exposing that not only does he know my secret, but he knows Angela’s secret too. “Because the last time I heard the name Lewis, I told that woman never to say his name again if she wanted him to live.”

Luigi’s voice sends an icy chill down my spine. He can’t seriously mean that… can he? Why would anyone in his family want this ‘Lewis’ person dead.

“Who is Lewis?”

“Angela’s lover. Herblackballerina lover.”

Okay. Officially, I have whiplash. I knew Angela had a husband and I knew that husband was a psychopath who physically abused her. I chalked up some of her crazy behavior tohaving a few screws loose from that time in her life and forgave her for the pills. Really, I did. But now, I’m shocked to know Angela has had an entirely other life she never mentioned.

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