Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
By the time he was standing up behind me and pressing his length to my entrance, my legs were already on the verge of collapsing.
He held me up by my hips as he pressed himself inside of me. He didn’t stop until he was buried fully inside.
Every single inch of me was filled with him.
“Fuck,” I breathed, bracing my forearms on the bed as he slowly started to move in me.
He was slow, oh, so slow.
But it was what I needed. What we both needed.
I bit my lip as he pressed himself deep, twisting his hips.
“God,” I breathed.
Dante didn’t speak, just continued to fuck me.
His hips would press against my backside for long moments. His pubic hair teasing the pouting, sensitive lips of my sex.
Then he’d pull back, taking my breath with him.
In. Out. In. Out.
By the time I realized I was close, I knew it was going to be big.
The sounds of not just our breathing, but also my wetness and moans filled the air. And before I could even think to warn him of my impending release, it was upon me.
The orgasm was something that I experienced every single time with him. Relentless and all-consuming.
My eyes closed, and I dropped my face into the comforter to contain my scream.
I didn’t want to wake the child in the room down from ours. Not yet.
So, I silenced my screams and let him take himself the rest of the way there without much help from me.
He came moments after me, filling me with his seed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed, running his hand down the length of my spine.
I smiled into the sheets, then pushed up just as he pulled himself back.
I felt his release run down the length of my inner thigh and rushed to the bathroom before it could make too big of a mess.
Once I was cleaned up, I heard the pounding of tiny little feet making their way to our room.
I had to laugh as Mary appeared, peeking around the corner almost as if she knew she was interrupting something.
Luckily her father had heard her coming and had pulled on clothes.
I, on the other hand, hung out in the bathroom while Dante led her out into the hall.
Distantly, I was aware of them heading toward the kitchen. The sink turning on. Cabinets pounding.
And then Dante discussing what to have for breakfast with her.
All the while, I stayed there, naked, standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
I took in my appearance.
The bright pink scars that lined where my breasts had once been were never going to be pretty.
My body was skinny, and my belly poked out almost obscenely, even at five months gestation.
My face was flushed from what Dante and I had just done…but I felt beautiful. Dante made me feel that.
Smiling, I walked away from that mirror, not one hint of embarrassment anywhere in me.
I was proud of my body. Dante loved me and the way I looked.
And I loved him.
I loved his little girl—our little girl.
I loved everything about my life now.
Drake was a dark cloud hanging over us…but I just knew that everything would work itself out in the end.
We—Dante and I—had suffered too much loss for it to turn out any other way.
Right?
Chapter 26
I am so horny that I’m legitimately worried about your safety tonight.
-Text from Cobie to Dante
Dante
The day went off without a hitch.
I found an RV that I liked—one that would fit us all perfectly.
Drake hadn’t magically appeared.
Rafe, however, had discovered some new information, though.
Rafe came by after we’d gotten home to explain a few things and discuss it with us.
He learned that Drake had been a military arms distributor of sorts. He was the one who held the merchandise that was stolen from the military until they found a buyer, and then Drake would deliver the merchandise for a cut of the profits.
However, the last shipment that Drake had obtained, he’d apparently stolen from the original thieves. They found the merchandise after I’d unknowingly led them to Drake’s fortress, which just so happened to be located beneath Cobie’s old place—the same place where he held me captive for months.
Once the merchandise was returned to the military, the government moved forward with officially charging Drake with conspiracy to sell military arms, theft and a bunch of other serious charges that would get him a hefty prison sentence once he was convicted.
Although not the sole person responsible for the theft of the merchandise, he was the only one they had been able to identify so far. So, until he could be found and questioned, he would be the only person charged in what they claimed was a theft of millions of dollars’ worth of U.S. military inventory.
Rafe had said that they also suspected that Drake had been involved in over two hundred similar thefts of retired military inventory over the last few years based on the similarities between the cases.