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I realize now that Gennero will always be the mafia boss semi-retired maybe, but you never really leave the life while you’re alive.
“Then, the stage is our new playroom. No tutus or leotards necessary.” He says as he walks over to close and latch the barn door, then returns, guiding me into a spotless stall looking like he had this idea all along.
“Where do you want me, Papa Santa?” I ask with a grin.
To me, Santa will always be real. Because Gennero is him. He’s given me everything I could ever wish for, for now and forever.
“Put your arms up here,” he tells me, running his hand down one of the wooden support posts, and I shrug and do as he says.
As soon as they’re up there, he grabs a long leather cord, and begins binding my wrists. Then he takes his place behind me and hikes up the back of my wedding dress.
“Hey, you’re not supposed to see that until tonight,” I joke, and wince as he slaps my rear kicking my legs wide as I bend at the waist ready for what he’s about to deliver.
“I’ve seen it before and I’ll see it whenever I like.” He traces the line of my pussy through my white silk thong then tugs it aside. “Fucking gorgeous. And fucking mine.”
“Fucking yours,” I agree. “So, what are you waiting f—” My words die on my tongue when he fills me with one forceful thrust. A gasp escapes my lips as I’m filled up to the hilt, my body collapsing under me, held up by the leather tie around my wrists. “Oh, Jesus. Oh, fuck.”
He thrusts, in and out, in and out, and has me mewling like a wild animal being bred.
“You might not be pregnant yet, but I’m not stopping until you are,” he grunts as he moves inside me.
“If you haven’t already.” I huff knowing we need to order another pack of pregnancy tests. It’s been two weeks since I peed on the past one and he’s filled me with enough sperm since then to impregnate every woman in Canada.
“I want twins. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, two little new Sabato’s running around.”
I nod because words are no longer possible, but he’s right.
I never thought about it before, but I’d like that.
And from the way he’s pounding my pussy like a steel spike into the barn wall, he’s got what it takes.
My papa wants to be a Papa and I’ll make all his Christmas wishes come true.
Just like he does for me.
CHAPTER17
Gennero
Epilogue 2 -12 years later
The sceneon stage is so adorable, I’m surprised some of the guests aren’t having diabetic seizures.
The twins, both of them barely able to walk are toddling around in their little tutus while the older children display various levels of ability, all the way up to 11-year-old Sofia with her aunt’s competence and dedication to the craft.
Two sets of families, but all eight children are dancers in their own ways. Carina and Lucy have taught them, but never pushed them.
With my financial backing, they’ve opened a dance studio in Chicago for underprivileged youths. It’s grown to a level that rivals any studio in the country.
It caters to dancers of all abilities and from all backgrounds and doesn’t ask them for a single contribution. Lucy runs classes for those who can make it in person, while Carina runs online group sessions for those who’d prefer to learn in their own homes for whatever reason.
They’re happy. And that’s all I ever wanted for them. Making a difference is what they love.
I look at Lucy, watching her children with pride in her eyes. Lucy and Sully struggled to have children of their own, and after several years of trying the traditional way, they settled on adoption.
They now have two boys and a girl: Benjamin, Luke and Petra. All of them fabulous and such a joy for me as much as for them.
I laugh along with the crowd as Carina rushes over to grab Allegra before she can toddle off the edge of the stage, but the truth is I would have caught her. I’ll always catch my girls if they fall.
