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Her breath quickens and a hoarse groan vibrates from deep inside her. “I’m coming.”

I hold on to my own release, desperate for her to come around my cock before I fill her with my cum. I should pull out of her and cum on her face or in her mouth, but I want it to drip out of her pussy. Her body vibrates around me, her orgasm tearing through her with ferocity. The second she starts coming down from her high, I hook her leg over my shoulder and fuck her. With my balls smacking up against her and my cock wet from her cum and juices, I lose myself and release my load into her. My heart is hammering inside my chest as I watch my girl’s tits bounce up and down while I continue to pump into her. I fall over her body and kiss her mouth. “You’re perfect, Amorina.” She smiles as her blue eyes hold mine. I pull my cock out of her and lean back. I’m rewarded with a few drops of my cum spilling out of her. “Give me your hand.” Eliza lifts her hand and gives it to me. I snake it down her body and wipe her finger across my cum. “My cum looks perfect dripping out of you.” Eliza’s eyes widen as she intakes a small breath. “Keep being my good girl, and lick it.”

She lifts her finger to her parted lips, peeks her tongue out, and licks the white moisture.

If I wasn’t so fucking tired, I’d take her again. She smiles before moving off the bed and heading into the bathroom. I lie back and watch her ass as she walks away from me.

I should’ve asked her if she’s on the pill, but as far as I’m concerned, she’ll be even more perfect when she’s growing my baby in her stomach. It’s a conversation we should have, but for now, I’ll leave it alone.

Eliza returns and looks around the room. “What are you doing?”

“Searching for my clothes.”

“Back into my bed. Get your cute ass over here.” Her smile is bright and lights up her face. I pull the covers back so she can nestle into bed, and when she turns her back to me, I pull her in toward my body. I push my cock between her butt cheeks. “I’m not fucking you again tonight.”

She pushes her butt back and kisses my arm under her head. “You can if you want.”

Damn straight I can. But, for now, I’ll ask until she’s ready for me to take when I want. “Your body is incredible, Amorina.” I splay my fingers across her stomach and force her to meld her body against mine. I close my eyes and find myself exhausted and falling asleep easily.

“I love you, Ruben,” she whispers in the smallest of voices.

I tighten my hold on her.

Chapter fourteen

Eliza

The cold bedsheets wake me. I tap my hand further over toward Ruben’s side of the bed, but I can’t feel him. I crank an eye open and find my suspicions are correct. Ruben isn’t in bed.

Storm pushes the door open with his nose, trots over, jumps up on the bed, and curls up at my feet. “Storm,” I croak with a dry throat. He lifts his head to look at me. His tail wags; then he stretches out on his back. “Where’s Ruben, boy?” Storm wiggles on the bed and playfully nips at me.

I scratch at his stomach for a few moments before deciding to push the covers off. Storm instantly jumps off the bed and sits in front of me, wanting my attention. After petting him, I stand and walk over to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

When I return, Storm is sitting by the bedroom door waiting. “Come on.” Storm follows as I head downstairs to find Ruben. As we walk past the kitchen, I crane my neck to see if Ruben’s there. I’m surprised to see the kitchen is empty of everyone, including Maria.

Storm and I head into the games room, but Ruben’s not there either. Where is everyone?

“Miss Eliza,” I hear a soft voice call from behind.

I turn to see Isabella holding folded black satin sheets in her hands. “Isabella, where is everyone?”

“Dante is here somewhere, but I haven’t seen Mr. Sacco since I arrived. And Maria is in the garden.”

I eye the bedding in her hands. “Would you like help?”

Isabella’s eyes widen as a confused look passes over her face. “With what, ma’am?”

“You’re changing the sheets.” I point to what she’s holding. “Do you need help?”

“No, thank you.” Her brows squish together as she stands awkwardly staring at me.

“If you need a hand…” my voice trails, not knowing what else to say.

“I’ll be fine. Thank you.” She offers a small smile, then continues up the stairs.

I guess she doesn’t want my help. I continue toward Ruben’s office, and when I arrive, I can hear voices from inside. I knock once and step back, waiting to be granted entry.

The door opens and I look up toward Dante. His sheer height is intimidating enough, but his hard stare and tense jaw sometimes makes me cower, although my interactions with him have always been limited and fairly straightforward. “Eliza,” he acknowledges with a nod.

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