That’s what happens to the women we love. It’s what this life does to beautiful, gentle things. Sophie deserves better than that and better than me. But fuck, I can’t let her go.
A physical pain sits in my chest, making it hard to breathe. I reach out, trace the curve of her cheek with my thumb, and she makes this little sound in her sleep, leaning into my touch.
I think about Emilia. About the twins, Aria and Adriano. My nieces and nephew, perfect and innocent with their whole lives ahead of them.
I fucking want that. I want a baby with Sophie’s big brown eyes, her smile, and her refusal to let this world make her hard.
If I can’t have Sophie as my wife, if I can’t wake up next to her every morning for the rest of my life, then I want part of her. I want our child. Something that connects us forever, something no Irish contract can take away from me.
And I can’t risk her getting pregnant with someone else’s baby.
The thought of some other man touching her, fucking her, giving her a baby while I’m stuck married to a woman I don’t even fucking know—fuckno.
I move closer, press my body against hers. She’s warm and soft, and when I slide my hand under her tank top, her skin is like silk.
She stirs but doesn’t wake as I pull her panties down, as I position myself between her legs. Her body knows me even in sleep, her thighs parting to make room for me, her pussy already getting wet as I stroke her clit with gentle circles.
I push inside her slowly, carefully, and she gasps, still mostly asleep but responding to me on instinct. Her walls are tight and perfect around my cock, gripping me like she was fucking made for me.
“Vin?” Her voice is sleepy, confused, but her hips roll forward, taking me deeper.
“Shh,” I whisper against her neck, my hands bracketing her face. “I’ve got you, baby. Just let me take care of you.”
She’s waking up more now, her eyes fluttering open in the dark. I can see the confusion there but also the need that mirrors mine.
“You’re so good, Sophia,” I murmur, my hips moving in slow, deep strokes. “Such a good girl for yourpadrone. My perfect queen.”
She whimpers, her hands coming up to clutch my shoulders, and I see the moment she surrenders, the moment she stops questioning and opens to me.
Her jaw drops open as she throws her head back, taking me in. I lean down, spit into her open mouth, and swallow her gasp with a kiss that’s more possession than affection. My tongue is aggressive in her mouth the way my cock is pounding into her pussy, claiming every inch of her, marking her as mine even if she fucking isn’t.
When I pull back, she’s panting, her pupils blown wide with lust.
“That’s what I thought,” I growl, my pace picking up. “You love being owned by this cock. You love it when I use that pussy. Isn’t this what you’re always begging for?”
“Yes.” It comes out as a broken whimper.
“Yes what?”
“Padrone! Sí, padrone—”
“That’s better.” I bite down on her neck, hard enough that she’ll feel it tomorrow when I’m gone. I pin her wrists above her head and spread her legs wider, pushing deeper until I’m hitting that spot inside her that makes her shake. “Now beg.”
“Please—” She’s trembling beneath me, her body coiling tight with the need to come.
“Beg, Sophia.” I’m close, so fucking close, my cock swelling inside her. “Beg me to come inside you.”
I feel it the moment before she breaks, the way her whole body goes stiff, the way her breath catches.
I lean close to her ear, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Beg me,regina.”
That does it.
“Please!” She’s crying now, tears streaming down as her hips buck against mine. “Please, Vin, please come inside me, I need it, I need you, please—”
We come together, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard it almost hurts, my release pouring into her in hot pulses that seem to go on forever.
“FUCK.” I can’t stop, can’t control it, my hips jerking with each wave. “Fuck, baby.”
