I Ran From My Ex Into My Best Friend's Father

Chapter 30

Gianni

Resisting Caterina feels as fundamental as resisting the need to breathe. Her presence is a liability in my shadowy world, and despite my deep craving for her, I must hold back. I’m acutely aware of the danger she represents, yet I can’t escape her pull.

Repeatedly, I’ve come close to letting her have the power to tear me apart. I know that if this continues, she’ll wound me so deeply that I’ll bleed out emotionally.

She holds the power to destroy not just me, but my life and everything I’ve built. I’m convinced of how this will end: I’ll end up destroying her.

Despite this, our path seems unavoidable. No obstacle we put between us can alter our trajectory. The moment I saw her—engaging with friends, flirting with another man, laughing at his jokes—the truth of our connection became undeniable, overshadowing everything else.

Even though I’m strong, I refuse to let anyone else have her. She’s meant to be mine, and that realization drove me to abandon all restraint. I stormed out, ready to confront anyone who stood between us, determined to overcome the reminders I’ve held onto, hoping to break free from my obsession with her.

I’m weak.

So fucking weak.

I can’t fight it any longer.

I’m not strong enough. Now I know that.

I refuse to let her wander the world without me, to leave her to the so-called men eager to taste what I’ve tasted and touch what I’ve touched.

No one can have her.

No one can touch her.

She is mine. Every breath, moan, smile. Every attribute and imperfection… mine. I know it to be true when she so willingly melts in the heat we create together. When touching her instantly soothes the burning torment I’ve suffered all these weeks. The frustration, the yearning, the constant questioning of who she’s with and what they’re doing. It all disappears now that my hands are on her, and she’s so eager to submit to me. Everything else becomes white noise.

I was a fool to think there was any other way, and I’ll destroy any man or woman who stands in the way of me owning her completely.

Her body shudders, and the glass in front of us fogs with every breath she takes. There’s an edge to what we’re doing. We can see everyone downstairs, but no one can see us, which heightens the pleasure, the need.

“What would your coworkers or your piece of shit ex think if they knew you were about to get your pussy fucked just on the other side of a thin piece of glass?” I ask while my fingertips dance along the curve of her ass.

“They… they can’t see us, can they?” The tinge of worry in her voice can’t be ignored.

“Could you see up here when you were looking? And yes, I was watching,” I remind her. “I saw everything. But you couldn’t see me, could you?”

My hand around her throat holds her in place while I lean in and brush my lips against her ear. I’m tempted to mark her flesh. To use her skin as a warning sign to any man that might show interest. “Unless you want them to see. Is that what you want, little bird? Do you want them to watch me claim you?”

“No!” she says, but I feel another truth in the way she leans back against me, her thighs spread a little wider, and the way she coats my fingers when I drive them deep inside her up to the knuckle. “Oh, my god…”

“All those men down there,” I mutter, staring down at the floor while pumping my fingers inside her lazily, teasing her. “Every one of them would die to be in my place right now. There’s only one difference between them and me… do you know what that is?”

“No,” she purrs, and I love the way she needs me, the way she clings to the pleasure I’m giving her.

“Well, little bird.” I nip at her ear, and she startles. “Only I can claim you this way. Only I can make you this wet. Only I can stretch your pussy, forcing my cock inside you. They only wish they were man enough to take you. To claim you like I can. But they won’t. Can’t.”

She gasps at the pressure of my cock against her ass. He’s eager and ready to go, but first, I need her to beg for it. I have to hear her whimper and plead for what she needs. She’s going to forget every other man in existence before I impale her on my cock.

“No other man has the power to make you feel this way. Not that stupid ex of yours or the mediocre bartender trying to flirt with you. Do you know why that is? Why are we so explosive, and why are we the worst and best combination? Why is the temptation so great?” I run my lips over the smooth column of her throat, and she tips her head back against my shoulder. I watch as her chest heaves with every ragged breath she takes.

I add a third finger, stretching her pussy, knowing if she’s taking my cock, she’ll need to be properly prepared. Her silky channel tightens around my fingers, and I grit my teeth. I’m ready to snap, rip away my pants, and shove inside her, forcing her to take every thick inch of me, but I restrain. Barely. I’ve waited this long. What’s five more minutes?

“It’s because we were made for each other, Caterina.”

Her entire body strains and her ragged breathing becomes a high-pitched whine as her body climbs higher and higher. “Gianni,” she whines, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound.

“Such a good girl.” I fuck her faster, my fingers slipping in and out of her with such ease now. “I know you’re ready. You’re going to come on my fingers while everyone below us continues doing what they’re doing, oblivious to the filthy things I’m about to do to you.”

“Oh… my…” Her entire body bows, her cunt squeezing my fingers to the point of pain. The tension breaks, and the rippling of her muscles begins, drawing my fingers deeper into her channel while she shudders helplessly, her hips jerking, and tits heaving with every gasp for air.

And the whole time, the crowd below us dances and drinks, unaware of the ecstasy I brought her.

She mewls softly, and I ease her away from me and push her against the glass again, this time unzipping her dress. She stiffens, appearing nervous, but the brush of my hand against the small of her back soothes her. “Relax. You’re safe with me. I might have threatened you in the past, but that was only to scare you away. I can’t think straight with you.”

She lets out a sound that makes me think she’s not sure she believes me. That’s fine. She doesn’t have to believe me, at least not right now. The dress pools at her feet, and I turn her in place, groaning at the sight of her tits encased in a sheer bra. Leaning down, I take one of her nipples between my teeth and nip hard enough to elicit a gasp, but the moan that follows reminds me again how perfect she is.

She was made for this, made for me. Pain and pleasure combined. The things I plan to show her. The ways I plan to corrupt her.

“Now, let’s see about this pussy.” She stiffens again at the touch of my hands on her hips before I peel the soaked cotton from her pussy lips. “Afraid? What are you afraid of?”

“Them. This. Us. What happens if someone finds out?”

“No one can see anything, and who cares what anyone else thinks? If we want this… if you want this, that’s all that matters.” When she tries to turn her face away, I take her delicate chin in my hand and adjust her, so we’re eye-to-eye. “Don’t hide from me, little bird.”

I lower her thong to the floor before savoring the smooth silk of her legs and the way she shudders and sighs beneath my touch. She loves every filthy moment we share, but at heart, she’s still a good girl. Naive to the dark world surrounding us.

Something inside me rises to the challenge of breaking down every one of her fears. The stupid walls she’s built up around herself.

I’ll start my descent into hell with my mouth. Skimming along her thighs, I lap up the juices that have leaked halfway down her legs with my tongue, groaning in helpless abandon as the last of my resolve melts away.

How the hell did I ever think I could ever live without touching her again?

A ragged cry escapes her mouth, and her hands find the back of my head and spear through my hair. I glance up at her, chuckling to find her head hanging back, her mouth open in abandon. Everything in my life is dirty and ugly, but then there is Caterina. A beautiful flower rising out of the concrete.Mine.Nothing and no one will take her from me. Not even my misplaced sense of right and wrong.

I plunge my tongue between her swollen, glistening lips. She grinds her hips, and her fingernails rake over my scalp as she rides my face, holding me in place. Using me. I fucking love the way she so easily comes undone and how eager she is to sink into sensual pleasure. How many times did she wish a man would take her this way? None of that matters because all she’ll know is me going forward.

“Gianni…” A needy moan fills the air, and it’s almost drowned out by the thumping bass of music playing downstairs, the sound reverberating into the floor. It’s so loud the glass behind her rattles.

I ignore it all in favor of focusing on her clit, lavishing it with long licks, and she rewards me by erupting. Her juices coat my chin and lips. The musky scent and honey taste are intoxicating, and before long, I have to reach down and pull out my cock for fear of it snapping in half behind the zipper. This is what she does to me.

It’s times like this I wish I had a camera in here. I would love to look back and watch us—Caterina’s naked ass pressed against the glass, her fingers running through my hair while I kneel between her spread thighs and eat her like it’s the last time I’ll ever taste something so delicious. Taking my cock into my hand, I stroke myself, getting off on the little sounds she makes and the knowledge that no matter what I do or say, she can’t fight what her body wants any more than I can.

“So good… Oh, Gianni, you’re so good…” Her voice becomes strained while her flesh ripples under my tongue. I struggle to hold back in the moments before she comes again, coating me in a flood of nectar sweeter than any honey and more addictive than any drug. I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive, the man with the pleasure of licking her clean.

“Oh, no, too much. It’s too much…” Even when she tugs on my hair, trying to pull me away, I keep going, teasing out every bit of sensation, shoving my tongue into her cunt to scoop out every drop of what still rushes from her.

I lift my head long enough to set her straight. “I decide when it’s enough.” There’s nothing for her to do but moan helplessly as I continue feasting on her juicy cunt.

A sudden buzz from somewhere near my knees startles me into finally giving up. “What the fuck?” I grunt, prepared to murder whoever the hell is interrupting me.

She abruptly comes down from her haze, peering around at the floor. “My phone. It was in my pocket.”

I see it, half hidden in fabric. I’m ready to ignore it until I catch sight of the name that flashes across the screen.

Luciano. That was her boyfriend’s name, wasn’t it? He’s lucky I brought her up here rather than beat his face in the way instinct first tried to get me to do.

“Why is he calling you?” Even my dripping erection gets pushed to the background while I get on my feet, holding the phone up for her to take a closer look. I know I’m acting irrationally, but the thought of her meeting another man here… makes me want to kill.

“Did you tell him to call you? What is this about?”

She brushes her hair back from her flushed face with shaking hands. “I told you. I didn’t want to see him. You think I want to talk to him after what he did to me?”

The ringing stops, replaced a moment later by a beep signaling an incoming text.

Luciano: Where did you go? I want to talk to you. I want to settle things.

He thinks she wants to talk to him?

I can’t hold back my sinister grin. I’m already going to hell, so why the fuck not?

“We better give him what he wants.” I drop my pants with one hand while gripping her phone in the other.

Confusion fills her features. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll show you.” Taking her by the hips, I turn her so she’s facing the window again. It barely takes a flick of my wrist to unhook her bra, which I work off her even as she tries to cross her arms.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” I remind her.

“But…” She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes swirling with a mixture of fear and lust. Yeah, she might be afraid, but something close to excitement glitters beneath those emotions.

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this.” I place a kiss against her shoulder, then another, until she finally loosens up and releases a loud sigh. Why does she bother trying to fight me? I’m always going to win.

“It’s just you and me,” I whisper into the shell of her ear while I take myself into my free hand and drag the mushroom head of my cock through her sopping slit. She sucks in a gasp through gritted teeth, stiffening at my touch against her sensitive folds.

“Is your pussy hungry for my cock?” I taunt, teasing her opening. It’s fucking torture, having to hold myself back, but her frustrated groans make it worthwhile.

“Yes. Yes, please!”

“Please, what? What do you want me to do to you?” I lean forward, pinning her to the glass, flattening her tits against it. “Say it. Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Please,” she nearly sobs. “Please, fuck me. Gianni, please.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want? Even with all those people down there?”

“Yes! Please, oh, please, I need you. Please, fuck me.”

Her begging breaks my resolve. With a single thrust of my hips, the head of my cock slides inside of her. Our height difference makes it difficult to get the perfect angle, so I bend my knees a bit and slide even deeper.

“Oh…” Her hands splay against the glass, looking for something to grasp onto. I can feel her entire body tense. I doubt she’s ever taken a cock as thick or as big as mine. “Gianni… you’re too big. It hurts. So…big!”

“Shhh,” I soothe, my lips against her shoulder. “If I have to spend all night working myself inside you, I will. I don’t care how long it takes. I won’t stop till I see your cunt swallowing every inch of my cock.”

Caterina’s body shivers against mine, and some of the tension eases out of her. I encircle her hips in my grasp and lift her to make it a little easier for her to take me. She’s so small and tight. The last thing I want to do is break her, but no matter what, she’ll take all of me.

Her muscles flutter around my length, and the pleasure makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Your pussy is perfect, so tight and warm,” I praise and inch a little deeper.

She whimpers, and I know I should stop to make sure she is okay and tell her everything will be alright, but I’m too far gone. It’s taking everything I have not to fuck her hard and fast. She’s struggling to take me deeper, but I’ll make her if I have to.

“You’re so big, it hurts. Please tell me you’re all the way in,” she whines at me over her shoulder, and her blue eyes look even prettier with tears shining in them. My chest swells, knowing that she’ll feel me for days after today.

“Almost, little bird,” I grit, knowing I still have four more inches to go.

Her walls grip me tighter, and I thrust my hips further, earning another precious inch inside of her. The heat of her body, her sweet floral scent, and the squeezing of her walls leave me unhinged. I can’t help myself. I need to be inside her the rest of the way. She can take the pain as long as I reward her with pleasure. Gripping her hips tightly, I press forward, stopping only once my balls press against her ass, and there isn’t a single inch of space between our bodies.

“I’m so fucking consumed by you, Caterina. I don’t know what’s up or down. I don’t know what’s right or wrong. I don’t care about a fucking thing except you. You’re under my skin and inside my head. I’m worried that if I don’t get another hit of your scent or taste of your body, I’ll die.”

“Fuck!” she whines and tenses all at once. “Gianni.”

“I’m crazy for you, little bird. Absolutely mental.” I’m not sure how it’s possible, but her fluttering muscles draw me deeper. So wet and warm. I could fucking die inside of her. I pause, allowing her to adjust to my size, but I can only hold out so long. I’ve deprived myself long enough.

“I’m sorry, little bird, but I can’t be gentle with you. Not now.” I growl, and before she can reply, I’m moving. I pull out and thrust back inside her. The pleasure of my movements radiates down my spine—finally.I’ve never felt something so perfect. “Do you feel that? The way your muscles quiver around me? The way you struggle to take all of me?”

“I’ve never felt so full. I… I think… fuck, it feels like…”

Like a faucet on full blast, she erupts, and I feel the gush of her arousal as it coats both of us, dripping down onto the floor. “Fuck, you just squirted.”

“I’ve never done that before.” She pants, and I thrust into her a little harder, wanting her to do it again. The head of my cock presses against her g-spot, and I follow that motion a few more times until she tenses again, her channel spasming.

“You take my cock so perfectly. I can’t wait for you to see it yourself.”

“Gianni.” She screams my name, and I’m rewarded with another gush of fluid that floods our joined bodies.

I grin. I’ve unlocked something new and exciting in her. Caterina might be innocent and sweet, but with my cock stretching her pussy, she becomes a filthy little slut seeking a release that only I can deliver.

Balls aching, I know it won’t be long till I explode. It’s been a long time since I’ve been inside a pussy, and I need to get my fill.

“Is this how you imagined it? Is this what you dreamed of?” I release my hold on her hip, leaving her to press up onto her tiptoes. My gaze catches the mess we’ve left on the floor, and I thrust forward. She’s so fucking helpless.

A little bird that can’t escape the trap she’s found herself in. One hand grips her by the throat, holding her head in place. “Look out there. Is this how you imagined it? Watching all those people with my cock inside you?” All she does is moan like she’s hanging on the line between the buildup and release.

Which makes it the perfect time to place a call to the asshole who drove her into my arms. I’m fucked up. I don’t need to be told it. I press the green call button and listen as it rings.

“Hey!” Luciano shouts into the phone when he answers. The pounding bass coming from his end of the call lets me know he’s still here, even if we can’t see him out there. “Where are you?”

“Moan for me, baby,” I whisper to her, grinning when her lustful moans fill the room. Then, into the phone, I growl, “She’s with me, you idiot.”

“Who the fuck is this?” he demands.

I look down over her shoulder, gazing across the dance floor, hoping to find him in the crowd. “Me? I’m the man who is currently balls deep in your ex-girlfriend. I’ve already made her come twice, and we’re going for number three now.”

“Bullshit. Put her on the phone. I don’t believe you.”

“If you insist.” I hold the phone closer to her, then growl into her ear while thrusting my hips faster. “Do you like that? How does my huge cock feel inside your little pussy?”

“Good. So fucking good,” she sobs, moving against me, fucking herself on me. “Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”

And just like magic, I watch as his form appears out of the corner of the dance floor. He works his way through the crowd, approaching the bar with one hand over his free ear like he’s straining to hear. Not that he’d have to try hard. Even with the music thumping, she’s practically shattering my eardrums.

“What the fuck are you trying to prove?” His head swings back and forth. Even from this distance, I see his expression of anger and confusion.

Caterina races to the finish line, crashing against me, and my muscles burn as sweat beads against my temple. I’ve felt nothing so fucking perfect. “Oh, yes, right there. Right there.”

“Your pussy likes that?” I release my grip on her throat and slap one of her perfect globes, and her moans turn louder than before. “Who the fuck do you belong to?”

“Oh, fuck. You!” she shouts, her body jerking against me.

“Is this some kind of fucking joke?” Luciano cuts back through the crowd, and I can’t help but laugh while I pound into her harder than ever. We’re both racing toward the finish line.

“Look around all you want, but you won’t find us.” I pant. “I see you, though. You are pathetic. I should thank you for underwhelming her so many times. Now she knows what it means to be fucked by a real man.”

“Fuck you,” he spits in the phone.

“Too late. Already getting fucked by this tight pussy.” Caterina almost screams when I slap her ass again, and he cringes, pulling the phone away from his ear, glaring at the screen like he’ll get any answers that way. “Enjoy knowing what you’re missing out on, you pathetic fucker.”

“I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Don’t waste your breath,” I tell him with a laugh that cuts off once Caterina’s sheath tightens. “Uh-oh, she’s getting close. Better go before you have to hear her come again.”

I end the call and drop the phone, delighted by the rage coloring his face and the profanity he’s so clearly spewing. “I think he’s jealous,” I murmur in Caterina’s ear. “Wishing it was him that was fucking you. I doubt he ever made you squirt or explode like I’m about to.”

“No, never.” She pants. “Harder. Please, fuck me harder!” She’s possessed now, determined, maybe because she remembers all the times she wished he’d fuck her this way. All the nights she went unfulfilled. I don’t need her to describe it. I understand without being told.

I forget about Luciano, about everything. My attention focuses solely on giving her what she needs. Taking her by the hips, I pound into her mercilessly until her ass bounces against my groin and she shrieks and claws at the glass.

I’m mesmerized, watching as her soft hair falls down the gentle slope of her back. All that can be heard are the slaps of our skin and the heavy pants and moans we both expel.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m…” Her entire body freezes, and then her pussy ripples, sending a rush of warm wetness over my shaft and balls. A broken cry of pleasure falls from her swollen lips. I don’t have it in me to wait another second. I’m so close, there’s no holding my release back.

It’s habit that makes me pull out, grab her by the shoulder, and force her to her knees while she’s still in the grips of her release. She offers no resistance. In fact, she kneels in front of me, her eyes lust-hazed, her pink tongue out, and her beautiful face prepared to take whatever I have to give.

“Get ready,” I whisper, my fist moving in a blur over my length. “Ahhhhh….” The groan of pleasure rips from my chest. Bliss. Sheer bliss.

It rocks me to my core as spurts of cum jet out of me. Each one coats her tongue, then her chin and cheeks. I aim the rest at her tits, painting them until cum drips down her skin. She’s a masterpiece. Smiling, proud of herself, eyes glowing in adoration.

My biggest weakness. The only temptation I could not resist.

“You’re such a good girl, letting me mark you with my cum,” I praise, dragging my thumb along her chin to catch my cum before pressing the digit past her plump lips. She sucks greedily, her tongue swirling, licking me clean.

Fuck, I am in trouble.

She isn’t like the others. How many pearl necklaces have I given to women whose faces I forgot minutes later? I can treat her like them, but she’s worlds away. It hits me square in the chest, right over the thumping organ.

I help her to her feet, and only one thing appears in my mind. I have to tie her to me for good. It isn’t enough for her to promise, even if she means it.

“Are you okay?” The question is foreign to me. I’ve never given a shit about the woman on a deeper level than getting my cock wet. “I didn’t… are you hurt?”

Fuck me. I should’ve taken it easier on her, given her more time to adjust.

She shakes her head, her face flush. “I don’t think so. I feel sore, but that’s all.”

Something close to relief surges through me. “Good. Hold on a minute.” I mumble to myself and walk into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. I twist the tap on and wet it, then ring out the access water.

When I return to Caterina her face is still flush, and I nudge her legs apart. I alternate between watching her features, and gently cleaning her pussy. My pussy. She watches me, almost as if she is shocked by my actions and I spend a little longer than necessary making sure she’s squeaky clean.

“I’ll take you home.” I announce, and walk back into the bathroom tossing the washcloth in the laundry bin. “Let me wash my hands.”

“Okay, yeah.” She replies. I’m not trying to get rid of her and I hope she knows that. I quickly wash my hands and reappear a few moments later, smoothing a hand down my shirt.

“Ready?” I ask and she merely nods. I lead the way down the stairs, then out through the private exit beneath the staircase. The narrow alley running alongside the building is dimly lit, and quiet compared to the raucous noise inside. In the light from a single bulb hanging over the door, her tentative smile cuts straight through my heart, but fractures of fear linger.

Sweet little bird.So hungry for my touch but afraid to hope.

“Are you afraid of me, little bird, or are you afraid of what my touch can do to you?”

She gives her head a shake. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid of what this means, of what could happen.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes. We need to talk. Clear the air between us.”

She doesn’t look convinced—and I can’t blame her after the way I’ve treated her, which she obviously doesn’t understand. There is no way for her to fully understand my need to push her away. Tangling herself in my web means many things, even death, and I don’t want that for her. I don’t want my enemies to become hers by association.

Taking her by the hips, I pull her in, my hunger for her stirring to life.Already.Every possessive instinct I have sinks its claws into my skin when she looks at me the way she is now. Like I’m the superhero that’s come to save her from the villainous monster. Doesn’t she know by now I’m the bad guy?

“I thought if I didn’t see you or talk to you, maybe I’d forget you existed. I’d forget how much I wanted you, but it’s impossible.” I trace her jawline with my fingers before tipping her chin upward, aligning our mouths. “I’m obsessed with you. Your essence, the air you breathe. You are mine. Nobody else’s, ever.”

Anything she wants to say is silenced as I seal my lips against her tentative ones. I kiss her softly, because I might have to take her against this grimy brick wall otherwise, and even I have my limits. I’d rather get her home and unwrap her beneath the silk sheets. She deserves more than to be fucked in some dirty alleyway.

One of the drivers brings the SUV around, and I help her inside before climbing in behind her.

“I still can’t believe we did that,” she whispers once we’ve pulled away from the curb. In the glow from streetlights, her flushed cheeks are clearly visible.

“You’re always going to be a good girl, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know. You’re stripping her away a little at a time.” Her teeth sink into her lip before she looks out the window, away from me.

“What’s the matter? There’s no way anybody saw us.” I can joke all I want, but this is real for her. She’s still so inexperienced.

“It isn’t that.”

I rub her bare knee. “Remember, I don’t want you hiding things. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“Him.” She turns her head in time for me to see the way she rolls her eyes. “I don’t want to say his name. Maybe we took it too far.”

I know better than to think this has to do with lingering feelings for him. She couldn’t possibly want him now that I’ve been inside her. “He treated you like shit. He deserves worse than a phone call while we’re fucking.”

“I hate to think of him retaliating somehow.” She releases a heavy sigh. “And just because he was a piece of shit boyfriend doesn’t mean I want to sink to his level. Rubbing it in, you know? That’s not me.”

This would piss me off to no end if it wasn’t for her kind heart being the reason she’s concerned. Despite everything he put her through, she cares about his feelings. To think, this angel is mine.

“He’ll get over it in time,” I insist, pulling her close. “We won’t rub it in again. Does that help?”

“It does. I don’t want to think about him anymore.” She won’t get any arguments out of me. Besides, I have more important things on my mind, such as how I’m going to keep her with me forever.

Once at the house, she goes to her room for a shower while I tag along behind, practically salivating at the sight of her swaying ass.

“Be right in,” I promise, loosening my tie and kicking off my shoes while she steps into the bathroom. When the sound of the shower greets my ears, I start my search.

She’s on the pill, or so she told me when I asked. Where would she keep them? Somewhere nearby, somewhere she won’t forget. A quick look through the purse she left on the dresser leads nowhere. I go to the nightstand and open the drawer, blocking it with my body in case she comes out.

Jackpot. Inside are three small, rectangular packages, one stacked on top of the other. I open the one on top to find her pills inside, then reach for my phone to take a photo that I send in a text to one of my contacts.

There’s something to be said for keeping a disgraced doctor in my circle. You never know when you’ll need a favor, and this guy has a talent for scoring anything I could dream up.

Me: I need a supply of sugar pills. Here’s the brand name we’re replacing. Three months’ worth. ASAP.

By the time I’ve finished stripping out of my clothes, my cell pings with an incoming text.

Him: Give me till the middle of next week.

“Gianni?” Caterina’s voice floats my way through the closed door. “You coming?”

“Be right there,” I call out while quickly typing out another message, almost as an afterthought. The buildup of rage at the thought of another man possessing her like I have sends me over the edge. If I’m going to do it, I might as well do it right.

Me: While you’re at it, add a fertility drug. Syringe. Three monthly doses.

Is it wrong what I’m doing? Yes. Very wrong. It’s morally fucked up, but I can’t let her go. By the time she realizes what I’ve done, she’ll be swollen with my child and attached to me forever. My cock comes to life at the idea. Evidence of her belonging to me and only to me. There will be no question of it.

Little bird, you will never fly away. Not if I can help it.