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My mouth is sore, my lips tender, and I whimper as I lift my head, allowing his cock to slip from my mouth.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Little Pet. You did so good for Daddy.”

“T-thank you.”

His lip lifts, and he holds his hands out for me to climb up his body, and each movement has me wincing. Last night, I blacked out, but I know he used me how he needed to; he finally gave me his all, and I gave him mine.

He sits up, with me straddling his lap. “Come, drink this.” He holds a bottle of water to my mouth, and I swallow it back, then his thumb tenderly swipes at my lips. “Open,” he grunts, then places a pill on my tongue. “Pain relief. You had some during the night, but I don’t want you to suffer any more than you already have.”

“Idon’t mind,” I whisper, and he lifts the bottle to my mouth again, allowing me to swallow back the pill.

“I’m sorry about last night.” Guilt swims in his dark eyes, and I hate it. His fingers graze over the redness on my wrists from where the belt was bound around me. “I bathed you and covered you in lotion.” His fingers massage my thighs as though he’s reliving his actions. “I washed your hair.” He strokes my hair. “I fed from your tits.” Instead of squeezing my breasts, he brushes over them with the pads of his fingers. “All while I prayed for you to be pregnant.” His hand finally comes to a stop on my stomach and so do his eyes. “That way you’d need me to care for you, and I get to watch you grow. That way you never leave me.”

“I need you now, Vinny.”

“Do you?” He lifts an eyebrow. “I devoured your body last night like a savage, Gracie. I’ve killed men for less.”

“I consented, and besides, I liked it.”

“I fucked you while you slept,” he says, possibly thinking that would make a difference to my feelings toward him.

“Good. I wish I wasn’t on birth control.”

His head shoots up to lock eyes with mine and his pupils flare, but I ignore his reaction and continue on. “I hope I’m pregnant with your baby, Daddy. I never want to leave you again, you’re ours.”

His chest heaves, and the way his stare darkens, I can tell he likes that. I lower my head so my lips almost touch his. “I love you, Vinny, Daddy, Papa, and I never want to leave you. I’m only sorry I did.” He sucks in a sharpbreath, then slams his lips against mine, our tongues tangle and my hands weave into his silver hair as I grind my body against his.

When he pulls me back by my arms, I’m breathless, my body thrumming with desire. He slides from beneath me, taking me by surprise.

He doesn’t look at me as he starts getting dressed, and that stuns me more than him leaving me in bed with an aching need for him.

Marching toward the door, he shocks the hell out of me. “There’s something I need to do.”

The slam behind him has me deflating, and I bite into my lip, wishing I could take back every move I made that destroyed the man I love. But I wouldn’t change a thing about last night.

None of it.

Chapter Forty-Two

Vinny

All day, the disappointment on her pretty face has flashed in front of my mind, taunting me.

The door closes behind Tommy, and I wait for him to take a seat, then I stub out my cigar.

“You’ve been notably absent again,” Rafael spits out, his glare seething with rage. “We tidied up the mess, thank you for asking.”

“Papa, did you lose your way home? You need one of those tracker things you can have around your neck that you press if you need assistance.” I blink at Rocco. “Saw it on TV.” He shrugs.

“Do you have one for your wife?” Tommy quips, making me chuckle.

“Shut the fuck up. Least I didn’t raid a high school for a fuck.”

“You kind of did though.” Tommy grins back with a smug smile. He’s not wrong. Rocco’s wife was his teacher.

“I did, didn’t I?” He beams.

“Are you even going to ask what the hell happened yesterday?” Rafael glares. “Why have you even called us here if you’re not interested?”

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