Page 106 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

And it crescendos when he pinches hard on my clit, everything I feel climbing too fast, too high, leaving no room to think or slow it down.

I let it take me.

And the orgasm slams into me, overwhelming, pulling a sound out of me I don’t even recognize as my sex contracts around him, then gives, spasm after spasm.

It drags him with me.

I feel it in the way his grip shifts, the way his breath breaks, the way his body tenses beneath mine before letting go just as hard.

For a second, there’s nothing.

And then, my breathing comes back, blaring in the quiet room, reality creeping back in with it.

It takes a second, maybe more for my body to remember how to move.

I peel myself off him slowly, fabric pulling, sticking, and resettling. My skirt slides back down my thighs in uneven folds, my shirt twisted, barely where it’s supposed to be.

I plop beside him, flat on my back, staring at the ceiling.

We’re both staring at the ceiling, breathing too loudly. The kind of breathing that fills the room whether you want it to or not.

I can feel the heat still clinging to my skin, the echo of him still there, not gone, just… fading slower than it should.

A minute passes.

Then another.

He shifts beside me, clearing his throat.

“I’ll take care of you.” His voice is like sandpaper across skin.

“What?” I turn my head to look at him. And he’s still staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll make sure you have everything you need,” he continues, like he’s already decided this. “Her too.”

“Robert, what are you saying?”

“I am saying, I will stay away.” He turns, his gaze meeting mine, and there’s no softness in it. “I will stay away from both of you.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I ask, my throat working around the words.

“I think it’s safer this way,” he replies.

For a second, I just look at him, trying to understand how we got here. How we went from everything that just happened to this.

I know his world is dangerous. I know what he’s saying is safer, better for Blue. But hearing him say it like that, without even trying to find another way, without fighting for something different for her… it breaks something in me I can’t even begin to name.

I swallow down the bile rising in my throat, but it doesn’t go away. It just sits there, lodged in my chest.

“Okay.” I nod.

I don’t even know why.

Maybe because it’s easier than admitting that something inside me is cracking open in real time.

“Do you, Robert.” I don’t argue even though I want to. I don’t scream, even though I desperately need to.

He’s her father. Biologically, yes.

But not in the ways that count.

And in all fairness, to hell with him.