Secret Daddy

by K.C. Crowne

“Don’t worry, dolcezza. He was just a boy. I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.”

He’s rough and demanding, proof that he wants not just my mouth, but the very air I’m trying to breathe. It’s all-consuming and wonderfully dizzying.

There’s nothing wrong with loving someone despite their flaws. What’s unforgivable is how he didn’t give you the same level of love and devotion in return.”

It’s time to grow the hell up and take charge of my life. No man is going to take advantage of me ever again.

“She’s your daughter,” I say as calmly as possible. “How old is she?” A part of me already knows the answer. Arin sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. “Four years and three months.” I stand, too overwhelmed to speak. Four years and three months… If I factor in the nine months it takes to carry a child, then that means… “She’s mine?” She nods slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. “Yes. God help me, yes.”

“Amazing,” I gasp. “This is a whole-ass fashion studio. Did Dominic really tell you to put this together?” “He told me to spare no expense. I hope you like it.”

“Do it,” I murmur against his lips, circling his neck with my arms. “Come inside me, Dominic.” “You mean that?” I kiss him tenderly. “Put another baby in me.” He lets out a feral growl as his hips piston in and out of me with renewed vigor. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want, cuore mio. Just tell me how many.”