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I reach between my legs to play with my clit, and he snags me by the wrist.
“You’ll only come by my cock tonight.”
“Santino,” I whine. “I’m so close. I need more.”
This time, he does tighten his hand around my throat, leans down, and whispers. “You’ll take what I give you and what I will give you will be enough.”
He turns me to my side, parts my legs, and drives back into me. I take him to the hilt and in this position, I’m grabbing the blanket, twisting it as hard as I can.
He’s hitting the spot I needed.
I bury my face in the mattress to muffle my screams.
He tsks, “Let me hear you or I’ll edge you.”
I can’t. I need to come. If he edges me, I might die. Dramatic, but true.
Turning my face, I scream. My throat hurts. Every shout and cry becomes hoarser.
“Santino!” My orgasm hits me hard and fast.
I clench around him, squirting all over him until the wet sounds of him pounding into me become too much for him.
He curls over me, groaning his release into my ear. “All mine.”
“Yours. Santino. All yours.”
22
SANTINO
It’s beenan entire day since Jovie told me she was pregnant, and I can’t wipe the grin or happiness from my face.
I’m going to marry My Sweet Girl. Not because she’s pregnant. Truthfully, I have wanted her to be mine in every single way since I met her for the first time with my son. I’m well aware how horrible of a father I am for falling in love with my son’s ex-girlfriend, but he didn’t treat her the way she deserved to be.
Son or not, he lost his chance at being the man she needed him to be.
There’s was no way he’d ever be able to rise to that occasion because I’m the man she needed.
“Someone is happy,” Omar says, opening the fridge door to grab the freshly squeezed orange juice.
I sip my coffee, smiling around the rim. Jovie is at work right now, making her beautiful bouquets and I’m here, why?
Actually, why am I here and not with her? I don’t like that.
Right. I need to talk to Luca.
I might as well get Omar out of the way since he’s here. He’ll be a good practice run for my other hot-headed son.
“I am. I’m very happy, Omar.”
He pours the O.J. into the glass, grinning. “That’s great, Dad. It’s been ages since I’ve since you like this. I actually can’t remember the last time you smiled. Jovie must be really good for you.”
My mug sets down on the counter with a clink. “She is. Actually, I need to tell you something before I tell Luca.”
His brows raise and he sighs. “Yikes. That should be fun,” he grumbles, knowing how difficult his brother can be.
“Which is why I’m telling you first.” I take a deep breath. “I’m going to marry, Jovie. I love her. I never thought I’d ever have another chance at love. Not since your mother.” My words are coated with sadness. “And Jovie is pregnant, which was planned on my part,” I smirk at the same time Omar does.
