I’m his wife. His.
A thick finger slides inside me, and I moan. He adds another, then I pant heavily, and my pulse thuds out of control. The slopping of wetness adds to the intensity behind his control, and when he adds another finger, I combust around him. “Massio!” I scream. He pumps in and out at a punishing pace until my grip on him falters and my body falls limp against the pillows.
Massio crawls over my body, his mouth dripping with arousal and pee. He swipes at his face, and a devious smile plays on his lips.
“Gonna fuck you now, Little Brat. Hard and fast. Hold on to Daddy.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
THEA
I rest my head on his broad chest, listening to the steady sound of his heart thudding against me, all while his tattooed fingers play with my tresses in a soothing motion.
His cum leaks from between my legs, but I’m grateful Massio had the foresight to place the towel on the bed. He used it to catch the pee, and then he rolled us over onto the dry sheets before he dropped down on his back with me in his arms.
“You ready?” He nods toward the test, and my mouth suddenly becomes dry. He doesn’t give me a chance to second-guess his question; he lifts the test and holds it up.
Pregnant.
I’m pregnant.
A gasp leaves me, and my hand slides over my stomach, then Massio’s thick palm joins it, cradling our baby.
My eyes well with unshed tears.
“You did so good, Little Brat. You made a baby for Daddy.” His smile is infectious, his excitement is everything, and for the first time in my life, I feel a sense of purpose.
I’m going to be a mama.
He bends down and places a kiss on my stomach before bringing his lips to mine. Our tongues toy with one another’s, and when he pulls back, we’re both breathless, panting.
Massio’s phone buzzes beside him, and a heavy feeling of resentment sweeps through me. I want to stay in his arms forever, in our own little bubble of contentment. Just me and Massio and our baby.
“Come on, Mrs. Marino, Let’s do this.” He taps my butt. “Go get yourself ready.” Rolling me onto my back, his hazel eyes bore down into mine. “For you,” he says, making my heart skip a beat. “I need to go change. You peed on my shirt.” A mischievous grin spreads over his handsome face, and I burst out laughing.
The positive result might have taken my mind away from the fact that my mother knows about my relationship with Massio, but it doesn’t take away the ball of dread swelling inside me.
A gut feeling that something is about to go wrong, very wrong.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
THEA
I slip the black dress over my head, then pull the braid to the side of my face and pin it in place.
The moment Massio leaves my bedroom, I hide the pregnancy test in my bathroom cupboard, throw the towel in the laundry basket, and go about showering and fixing my hair. It’s now pink again, thanks to the instant color I keep hidden.
Massio is right, I need to go to this event and be myself, not the person my mother has molded me into and insisted on me becoming. I’ll never make her happy, I know that now.
What matters is Massio, me, and our baby.
My mother is going to go crazy. I glance over my shoulder at the gold dress laid out on the bed. It’s tiny, would expose my tits with the see-through fabric and leave little to the imagination. My panties would show as I bend over, and the thought churns my stomach.
I’m more than an accessory for a wealthy man.
My mother makes me feel like she’s pimping me out, and I’m worth more than that. Massio has drilled it into me a thousand times, and I finally believe it.
I take another glance in the mirror. The long black dress with the slit up the side is definitely more me. It covers my assets but clings to me like a second skin, and when I palm my flat stomach, a thrill races through me. We’re having a baby, and I cannot wait. I shove my feet into the black high heels and relish the way I feel.
