“Yes, Daddy!” She screams, her pussy pulsing around my cock until I come hard deep inside her.
Daddy…. FuckingDaddy….
Breathing hard, I lean up on my elbows and frame her face with my hands. “My beautiful fucking princess is having my baby.” My gaze flits from her eyes to her mouth and back. “I fucking love you, Sophie.”
She just smiles.
43
SOPHIE
The past 24 hours have been spent getting thrown around by Vin and coming harder than I’ve ever come in my life. Squirting is now no longer a novelty. If I don’t squirt, Vin won’t stop until I do.
I wonder if that’s a pregnancy thing? I’ll have to look into that, because I definitely don’t want it to stop. The look on his face every time is priceless.
But being away from the Arsenal for 24 hours is a lot, and as Vin watches me in amusement from bed, I start to clean the room.
“Princess, what are you doing?”
I fold a blanket on the floor and drop it on a padded bench by the wall. “Cleaning up.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
I shrug. “Maybe not, but I don’t want to leave you in a big mess that we made.”
He narrows his eyes and leans up on his elbow. “Leave me? You’re not leaving me. Now put that shit down and come back to bed.”
“I’m almost done,” I counter, replacing a lamp that we knocked on the floor and plugging it back in, taking my time so I don’t have to face him. “Marco and Rocco have been holding the Arsenal down since I’ve been gone, but I need to check on things. Check the prep work, look at this week’s orders, make sure nobody invented a new menu without telling me.”
I force a laugh but the weight of his stare is heavy and so is his silence.
“Rocco.” It’s not a question, but the way he spits the name out, Vin’s feelings are not a mystery.
I smooth the duvet and finally look at him. He’s sitting up against the headboard, jaw set.
“Yes,” I say, keeping my voice even. “Rocco. He works for me.”
“You fucked him.”
“A long time ago.” I hold his gaze. “And it has nothing to do with his job. He shows up, gets the dishes done, and he doesn’t cause trouble. That’s all that matters to me.”
“That’s not all that matters to me.”
“Vin.” I sit on the edge of the bed, press my hand flat on hischest. “Just because I am having our baby does not mean that we are together.”
He opens his mouth.
“Let me finish.”
He closes it and scowls.
“We are not together. That hasn’t changed. I care about you. I am going to have your child and I take that seriously. I want it more than I want to admit. But that is not the same thing as you and me being in a relationship, and I need you to understand the difference.”
“I told you.” He’s barely controlled as he gets out of bed. “I told you if you have my baby, you’re not getting rid of me. Ever. You aremine, Sophia.”
“I am the mother of your child.” I hold his gaze as I stand and pick up the bag I brought with me to the funeral. He follows me. “But I am notyours, Vin. And this…” I gesture between us, “…this right here. This is why.”
“FUCK.” He turns and slams his fist into the drywall.
