“Those are mine?” she asks, like she’s surprised.
“Yes.”
“All of them?”
“Who else did you think they were for?”
“I don’t know. I thought they were some other woman’s clothes,” she says, screwing up her face a little, like she’s jealous, and I chuckle at the way she tries to hide it.
“Why the hell would I buy clothes for other women?” I ask, affronted.
“I don’t know. Who the hell knows what you’ve been up to in the last couple of months?” she questions.
“There are no other women. There’s only you,” I tell her with total seriousness in my voice.
“So, you’ve never had a woman here? And you didn’t buy those clothes for someone else?”
“No and no,” I state.
“Then why did you buy me clothes?”
“Because I buy clothes formy wife,” I say, enunciating the last two words.
“But I’m not your wife,” she says, confusion on her face.
“Not yet, but you’re going to be,Principessa,” I tell her with a smirk. “When I saw you again and realized that you were pregnant, I had one of my assistants get everything for you.”
“Presumptuous much?”
“Hell no. Make no mistake,Principessa, you are mine. Even before I knew you were pregnant, you belonged to me. I’ve been looking for you ever since you disappeared.”
Her eyes widen in surprise at my declaration. “You were looking for me?”
“Of course I was. You’ve got me addicted to your pussy, and I want more. Finding out about the baby was just a bonus, because you were always going to end up right here. There is no way in hell I would have ever let you get married to that fucknut Salvatore,” I grumble.
“Still, you didn’t need to get me all of that.”
“You are the mother of my child. You deserve only the best. So, if I want to spoil you, I will,” I tell her as she opens our room door and walks inside with me following behind her. “Come, let me show you some stuff that I’m pretty sure you missed.”
“What?” she asks, as she follows me. We step inside, and I open one of the doors to all of her maternity clothes. “Oh, I completely missed all of that. You’re sure this is all mine?”
“Yes,” I tell her, and watch as she admires everything with new eyes now.
“Thank you. I’ve never had so many nice things at once. I mean, when Luca was still here, he made sure I had things, but since he’s been gone, my father’s been stingy like he always is when it comes to me,” she says, with sadness coating her voice.
“I’m sorry your father is such an asshole. I figured you missed the maternity clothes, which was why you were wearingmy shirt. Not that I’m complaining. All I’ve wanted to do since coming home and seeing you is bend you over and fuck your tight little cunt raw,” I drawl huskily, and I don’t miss the way she clenches her thighs together.
“God! You have such a damn dirty mouth!”
“I know you want my big cock with all those piercings rubbing against your tight walls, baby, but we don’t have time right now. Dinner should be done. But don’t worry, I’ll fuck your little pussy until it’s red and you can’t take any more cock later tonight when we’re in bed,” I whisper in her ear, and her entire body trembles against mine. Thank God, I remembered to set the timer on that oven earlier!
“You’re the fucking devil, Enzo Andretti!” she moans as I kiss and suck on her neck a little.
“Never claimed otherwise, baby,” I tell her and then pull her along with me.
“Wait! Let me get the picture,” she tells me just as I pull her toward the bedroom door. Shit! I actually forgot that was the reason for coming in here in the first place. Talking about fucking her distracted me.
She walks over to the bedside table on her side and pulls out a little square before walking over and handing it to me. I take it, look down, and feel a wave of love hit my chest. I can make out the head and a tiny little body, though it’s mixed in with all that black-and-white blob in the picture. I think I have tears in my eyes, either that or it’s dust.
