Page 61 of Forgive Me, Father

Three sprawling levels rose above the waterline, each one adorned with oversized windows that promised panoramic views of the coast.The stern opened up to a private swimming platform, where the sea lapped gently against the hull.

Italian music drifted from a nearby restaurant, blending with the soft hum of the marina.It was opulence wrapped in sunlight, with just the right touch of Mediterranean magic.

A small team of staff stood waiting as we boarded, greeting the four of us with practiced smiles.Alfonso kept a gentle hand on my back, guiding me through the yacht’s elegant upper dining room and down a polished hallway toward the room at the very end.

As I stepped inside, the breath caught in my throat.The room was a perfect marriage of elegance and indulgence, with a grand mahogany four-poster bed at its heart and turquoise accents that mirrored the sea beyond the balcony doors.Though the yacht was still docked, the view was spellbinding, and every detail, from the scent of crisp linens to the gold-brushed furnishings, wrapped the space in quiet, effortless luxury.

Alfonso shut the door and grabbed me again.He picked me up and my legs twirled around him.

“What is it with you?”I asked with a wide smile that hurt my cheeks.

“You started this fucking shit on the plane,” he whispered and bruised my mouth with his.

I had to admit, I loved this side of him.Loving every second of him being so into me, craving me and not able to get enough.Any urge to complain vanished completely.I craved the way my moody, intense husband took charge, and I couldn’t wait to see what else he’d teach me.

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The next morning, I found Alfonso on the deck soaking up some sun.He got up when he saw me coming and handed me a white tablet.

We were already on open seas but could still see the shore.

“What is this?”I asked, staring at the small pill.

“Morning-after pill.”

“I thought you wanted an heir?”

He smiled.“I told you in due time.I first want to enjoy that tight cunt of yours a bit longer.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and Alfonso chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Then he turned and walked out, leaving me in silence as I swallowed the morning-after pill.

I joined him for breakfast and learned he had a meeting at ten.He also mentioned his sister, Fiona, said she’d be stopping by later.He hadn’t told me much about her, only that she existed, but now it was finally happening.

At ten sharp, I had to say goodbye to him, and I hated every second of it.I couldn’t believe that two weeks ago, he’d felt like a beautiful nightmare, unpredictable, distant.Now, he was something entirely different.And letting him go, even for a few hours, felt strangely unbearable.

Throughout the morning, my legs had a shake in them every few minutes.I didn’t know if it was a nerve that got stuck or if I just had enough.

It was only Sebastian and I on the yacht while Nico and Alfonso went to his meeting.

“You want to go into town, just let me know, Cami.”

“Thanks, Bas.I’m going to lie down for a bit.”

He nodded and I went to the room.

I drifted off faster than I thought possible, only to be jolted awake by loud music, its source unclear and jarring in the quiet.

It was just past one when I glanced at the clock.I got up, still groggy, to see if Alfonso had come back.

He hadn’t.I found Loretta and her friend from the other day with a bunch of other people.

They were all shouting, speaking in rapid Italian, and I swear Loretta set this up on purpose.

I didn’t even bother saying hello.Alfonso mentioned Fiona, not her entire entourage.And I definitely wasn’t in the mood for Loretta.“Bastian,” the girl with the blonde hair and big tits yelled.She barely had material covering her ass and breasts.No class.

I smiled as Bas rolled his eyes to go wait on her.

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