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My body already feels worn out and exhausted. I think the fear of being taken from my job, driven to a new city, and told that the rest of my life was planned for me is finally wearing me down. “I think I need a nap,” I admit quietly beneath him.
Lorenzo raises his head and I’m met with those dark eyes again. “What’s wrong?” He asks with a frown.
“Nothing,” I quickly reply. “I’m just tired. This is a lot to take in.” In truth, I didn’t realize how heavy it was to take on this burden until I said it out loud.
Whatever crosses his mind when I say that, he takes it in stride. “Let me draw you a bath,” he decides. Slowly, Lorenzo pulls out and I feel his pleasure leak out of me. As he pulls back to get on his knees, his eyes catch sight of it. He stares wistfully at my core with his warm, wet seed dripping out. “I did that to you,” he whispers.
I wait for a moment to see if he’s going to say anything else, but he doesn’t. “Yes,” I admit, “but I’m on birth control.” I forgot about it in the heat of the moment, but I am. There’s a package of pills on my dresser at home that I take every day after work. “Shit. We didn’t grab it before coming here.”
He looks up from my cream-filled center and the burning look of passion in his eyes cuts me to the core. “We’re not going back for it,” he says with a glare.
“I don’t want to get pregnant just yet.” I return the look with one of my own as I push myself up onto my elbows. “If you want to keep coming inside me, you’ll get the damn birth control, Lorenzo. And when we decidetogetherthat we’re ready to have kids, then you can flush it down the toilet or throw it away or whatever it is you want to do with it.”
He goes through a slew of emotions that show on his face immediately. Anger, frustration, excitement, happiness. He settles for a smile. “You want to have a baby with me one day,” Lorenzo says after a minute.
I didn’t realize that I’d followed his train of thought. I’ve only been here for an hour and I’m letting him steamroll over my life. Am I really going to let him fulfill all my hopes and dreams? “No, I just, well, I mean, I want a baby one day.” I hate the sound of my voice stuttering. “I don’t know if it’ll be with you. It could, but maybe not.”
Lorenzo grabs his semi-hard cock and starts to stroke it again. “I said I’d get you whatever you wanted. If you don’t want a baby right now, I’ll acquiesce. But I’m coming in your tight little pussy every day you’re taking those pills. I’m going to keep you topped off like a fucking Twinkie. You hear me? So that the second you decide you want a kid, one of my fast little swimmers gets you knocked up. Because they’re always going to be inside you.”
His words shouldn’t make me wet. It should scare me that he wants to lock me down with a baby. But I can’t help what turns me on. It’s like being someone that gets off on pain. It isn’t a choice; it’s just what happens.
When Lorenzo leans forward and wraps his fingers around my throat with one hand as he masturbates with the other, I slip into a submissive state. He gets himself hard and when he positions the tip of his cock at my entrance, I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him into me.
My body is exhausted and my brain is going crazy, unsure of what to do next or how to handle the change in my station, but I let him impale me over and over again. I let his fingers tighten around the sides of my neck until I’m lightheaded. My orgasm comes even quicker than before, but Lorenzo holds himself back.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Now beg for my cum. Beg me to put a baby in your belly.”
It’s all a game now. He knows I’m on birth control, but he still holds power over me. We both know it. We both know that one day I’ll let him put a baby in me for real. “Fill me with your seed,” I whisper.
“Louder,” he orders. “I want everyone on the fucking property to hear you call me daddy.”
I don’t know who I am anymore, but I know what I’m not. I’m not a dancer. I’m not a stripper. I’m not a cam girl posting nude pics and videos of me doing naughty things to myself. I’m his. I’m Lorenzo Riva’s.
EPILOGUE
HAVANA
Ishouldn’t be here. I’m not stupid; I know when I don’t belong somewhere.
“Are you okay? You seem overwhelmed,” Lorenzo whispers in my ear. I’m standing beside the fireplace with a wine glass in hand, and my heart is beating like a hummingbird’s wings. “Do you want to take a minute to yourself?”
He wasn’t wrong. He said that Christmas was a busy time at the Riva household. I underestimated how many people would be here. “No, I’m okay. I just wasn’t expecting to tell our story a dozen times.”
A rueful smile perches on his lips as he wraps an arm around my waist. “We’re getting married this weekend, Havana. Everyone that we haven’t spoken to over the last few months wants to know what you see in a man like me.”
Sometimes I still ask myself that question. Like the day I had to quit Mustangs and Nicholas Calvino threatened to kill Lorenzo. Or like the day that I moved out of my apartment. Or when I moved to Lawrence with my father in tow. I’ve asked myself a million times what I see in Lorenzo Riva. Surely there must be something. It can’tjustbe his kindness, his heart, his empathy, his commitment, his romantic side, his aggressive side, his sweet side, his possessive side,andhis rugged good looks. There has to be something else, right?
“Come back to me, love,” he whispers after a minute. “What are you thinking? Where did you go off to?”
That place in my brain that questions all of this. “Nowhere,” I force a smile onto my lips. “I was just thinking about our wedding day. If everyone is here, where are we going to go?”
Lorenzo breathes a sigh of relief. “We’re going to Chateau Avalon in Kansas City, for the rest of the weekend, at least. Then on Monday, we’re going on our honeymoon.”
I forgot about that. I hadn’t thought much about where we were traveling to or what we’d be doing. After our move to Lawrence, my father’s health deteriorated rapidly. About a month ago, the doctor said it looked like his cancer was in remission again. But pulling himself back from the edge of death for a second time had really taken the wind out of my father’s sails. “What about my dad?” I bite my bottom lip.
He soothes me with a kiss on the cheek. “My mother is going to stay with him while we’re gone, along with her sister. They love your father.”
I’m surprised that our families got along so well, but Lorenzo said his parents love everyone. They loved me despite what he told them about me. They took me under their wing as if I wasn’t some stripper that convinced the head of the Riva family to marry me on a whim.
