He slips beneath the covers, and the heat of his skin scorches me from the inside out. My body becomes his as he positions his cock at my wet entrance.
“Are you awake, Little Brat?” he growls into my ear, sending a flurry of goosebumps over my skin. “I need you so badly. I’m going to fuck you in your sleep if you’re not awake.” Then he pushes inside, and I bury my head into my pillow to stifle the scream threatening to escape at the sheer size of his cock impaling me, but it helps to indulge in his words. The prospect of him needing me, even in my sleep, has me smiling against the fabric, and I grip onto the sheet beneath me.
His knees are digging into the bed, straddling my ass, and his hands are caging my head in as he thrusts in and out of my dripping pussy. “Fuck, you feel good, Little Brat.” He groans, and I whimper. Leaning down to my ear, he says, “That’s it, moan for me, Little Brat. Let your mommy know Daddy is fucking you.”
My core clenches around him. “Oh, Jesus, Daddy.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Grip my cock like that, make Daddy come deep inside you.” His pace quickens. “I’m going to make you scream, Little Brat. I’m going to make sure your mommy can hear you scream. Let her know you’re mine.” He surges inside me; the mattress squeaks and the headboard bounces off the wall with each rhythmic thrust. “Beg me to fill you with my baby. I need to.” There it is—the words I long to hear. My body floods his cock with arousal. “Let’s tell mommy, Daddy put a baby in you.” I bite into the sheet to stop myself from crying out, and my body coils beneath him.
“Daddy!” I sob into the pillow.
His growl is feral as his pace stutters and his warmth pumps into my womb. Then, with his chest still heaving, he whispers, “We need to talk.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
THEA
His cock is still stuffed inside me, but he’s rolled us so he’s on his back, and I have my leg draped over his torso. One hand is banded around my waist, and the other is resting on my ass cheek.
He clears his throat. “You asked me if I loved her.”
I close my eyes, unable to comprehend his words.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Little Brat.” He slaps my ass, and my eyes snap open to give him my attention.
“I thought I did. But I was a seventeen-year-old kid with dumb notions and even dumber ways of expressing how I felt.” He shifts slightly but holds me in place. “The best thing she ever did was ask for that divorce. At the time, I was angry, hurt, and humiliated, but what I felt for her was not what I thought it was.”
I furrow my brow, unsure what he means. He rubs a hand over his jaw. “I had this idea in my head of creating a perfect family, of not needing the Mafia life. After all, it’s what killed my parents, my family. But when we divorced, I threw myself into La Familia, and I realized it was born in me. I wanted that life,the one I lead now. I craved the danger. I wanted it more than ever, but the need for a family was always inside me.”
I rest my palm over his beating heart.
“I want that family with you, Thea. You’re my forever. My only.”
“How can you be sure?” I whisper, hating to ask, because let’s face it, he might not have the answer.
“I’m a man now. I don’t need or want for anything but your love, and once I have that, then I know I can create the family I was destined to have.”
I place a kiss on his lips. “You have that already.” When I pull back, his eyes are full of an indescribable emotion, so strong it steals the air from my lungs.
“You telling me you love me, Little Brat?” His lips curl into a growing smile, but I don’t miss the flash of vulnerability in his eyes.
“Yes.”
He delivers a sharp slap to my ass. “Say it,” he growls.
“I love you.” I place another kiss on his lips.
“Guess your daddy best show you how much he loves you back, huh?” He rolls us over, and I giggle, then he spends the night showing me just how much he loves me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
MASSIO
I needed to get out of the house and let off some steam but couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Thea in her mother’s presence.
“If your mother asks, tell her you’re meeting with Posy,” I say, turning into the parking lot.
“She won’t ask. She never does.” She turns from looking out of the window to face me. “Why would she ask? You’re my bodyguard, Massio. You’re meant to leave the house with me.”
