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  “She’s gonna be spoiled no matter what you do, unfortunately.” If she grew up in this mansion and watched her father run the biggest bank in the world, she would be a bit entitled. It wasn’t the life I wanted for her, but there was nothing I could do about it.

  “Well, she’s not gonna be an annoying princess.”

  I liked that—a lot. “Alright. Forget the pink crib.” I looked through the other selections. “Where will the baby’s room be?”

  “Next to mine. There’re a few vacant rooms on this floor.”

  If it was on this floor, it would be easy access from my room.

  Cato watched the TV while I continued with my online shopping. Like a couple unwinding after a long day of work, we sat together in comfortable silence. His hand moved to my foot, and he started massaging it.

  My head immediately rolled back, and I closed my eyes. “Oh…”

  He chuckled. “You don’t even make that noise during sex.”

  “Because sex has never felt this good.”

  He used his other hand and got into the soles of my feet, rubbing the small muscles and even the pads of my toes. His big hands were perfect for the job, perfect for eliminating the tension. “You have cute feet.”

  “I know.”

  He chuckled. “You know?”

  I shrugged. “You aren’t the first person to tell me that.”

  “Really? Who else has given you that compliment?”

  “Well, the first person was my mother. And I’ve had a few lovers tell me the same.”

  His hands stopped working.

  I opened my eyes and looked at Cato, seeing him stare at my feet with a distinct look of irritation. “What?”

  His fingers started working again. “Nothing.” He still wore that agitated expression.

  “Cato Marino, are you jealous?”

  “I just think it’s inappropriate to mention old lovers when we’re having a baby.”

  “Inappropriate?” I laughed sarcastically as I sat up and pulled my feet away. “You brought two skanks here just a few weeks ago—while my room was down the hall. You want to talk about inappropriate? I had to get naked and agree to a threesome to get it to stop. So if I want to tell you that my other lovers thought my feet were cute, I will.”

  He turned my way slightly but didn’t continue the argument.

  “But I’ll admit it’s sexy watching you get jealous.”

  “Not jealous.”

  “You get pissed when I mention other men. That’s the definition of jealous.”

  He faced the TV again, his jaw clenched. “It was just unexpected.”

  “What? Did you think I was a virgin?”

  “Fucking you for the first time would have been a lot more difficult if you were.”

  “I think it’s obvious I’m experienced. The sex wouldn’t be so good if I weren’t.”

  His jaw clenched again. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Wow…you’re really jealous.” I couldn’t wipe off the smile that formed on my face. “I can’t even imagine how many women you’ve been with, and you don’t see me getting jealous.”

  “It’s not the same.”

  “Why? Because I’m a woman and you’re a man?”

  “No.” He kept his eyes on the TV even though he clearly wasn’t watching it.

  “Then what’s the difference?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

  He slowly turned back to me, his eyes narrowed. “Those women meant nothing to me. You had relationships with those men, real feelings. You had connections and secrets. You had enough conversations that they had the opportunity to compliment your feet. That’s the difference. So, no, I don’t want to hear about the men you used to love.”

  “Love?” I asked incredulously. “I admit the relationships were longer than one-night stands, but I’ve never been in love before. I’ve never told a man I loved him.”

  The rage reduced from an inferno to a simmer. “I’m surprised. You’re so perfect, you could have the man of your dreams in a heartbeat. You could settle down and have the family you’ve always wanted.”

  I smiled as I listened to him. “You think I’m perfect?”

  “I’ve never been monogamous before. I think that testifies to my opinion of you.”

  “I thought that was just your obsession with my cunt.”

  His eyes darkened as he looked at me. “It’s the whole package, baby.”

  It was hard to believe this was the same man I’d observed in the bar. The one making out with two women in a row even though he’d barely said hello. He was the same man who confronted me outside that coffee shop and subtly threatened me. He was an arrogant and standoffish asshole. But now he was kind, affectionate, and romantic. I dropped my phone on the cushion then crawled onto his lap. I straddled his hips and sat on his dick. It wasn’t big yet, but within seconds, it would be. My arms wrapped around his neck and I kissed him.

  As I predicted, within seconds, he was hard underneath me, his cock stretching until the head popped out of his sweatpants. His hands dug underneath my tank top and felt my soft skin, his fingers exploring me as they glided up to my tits. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so he could palm both of them easily. “And you have the nicest rack I’ve ever seen. Nicest pussy. Best lips.” He kissed me slowly as he breathed into my mouth, his eyes open as he looked into mine.

  I cupped his face and slowly ground against him. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.” My hands flattened against his stomach and slowly glided up his hard chest. “Beautiful eyes. Sexy shoulders.” I rested my hand over the left side of his chest. “And big heart.”

  His lips faltered against mine, his eyes widening at my words. It took him a second to recover from the compliment before he kissed me once more. He pulled my shirt over my head so he could bury his face between my tits. He kissed the area and smothered it with his tongue as he pushed my shorts over my ass.

  I yanked his sweatpants down so his cock could be free.

  My shorts couldn’t come off completely when I sat like this, so I got to my feet, turned around, and pulled them down to my ankles with my ass toward the sky.

  “Fuck.”

  I gave him a few extra seconds to look at my ass before I turned around and straddled his hips. I pressed his cock past my lower lips and slowly sank down, reunited with the cock that made all my fantasies come true.

  He grabbed my hips and yanked me down all the way, like he couldn’t wait long enough for my body to acclimate to him. He forced me to stretch apart so he could have me, could have all my wetness and tightness.

  I sat on his balls and felt every inch of him inside me. Since he was bigger than any other man I’d taken, I did feel like a virgin when I fucked him. Every time felt like the first time. Not only did he hit me deep, but he stretched me wide. I gripped his shoulders as I enjoyed this man in a way no other woman ever had. “No other man compares to you…not for me.” I held his gaze as he throbbed inside me. It was ridiculous for him to be jealous of my old lovers, not when he’d put this baby inside me, not when he fucked me without a condom.

  He gripped my hips and guided me up and down his length, his eyes locked with mine. “Baby…you know how to fuck this dick.” He thrust his hips back into me, moving with me.

  My fingers dug into his hair, and I kissed him as I ground my hips back and forth. I could feel the cream sheathe his length, covering most of his shaft and forming a pool on his balls. I kissed him hard and dragged my nipples against his chest. His dick wasn’t the best part. It was this closeness, this affection. I loved feeling his hands all over me, deep in my hair and on my tits. I loved feeling those lips smother me. I loved having an intense and passionate relationship with a strong man. “Because I love your dick.”

  He stayed inside me when he finished, and after a few minutes, he was ready to go again. When we were finished a second time, he stayed inside me on the couch and kissed my neck and shoulders. Then he swelled inside me on
ce more.

  “You’re gonna get me pregnant again.” I tilted my head back so he could kiss the hollow in my throat.

  “I do have super sperm.” He lifted me from the couch and carried me to the bed with his thick dick big inside me. He moved me onto the bed and got deep between my legs as my head hit the pillow. Then he fucked me hard and deep, his face resting in my neck as he panted and grew slick with more sweat.

  I’d never been fucked like this. No other man had the stamina to pull it off.

  No other man could make me come for a third time. “Oh, right there.” I widened my legs farther and felt the climax burn me like a fire. I grabbed his hips and dragged him into me as I came around his big dick, sheathing his shaft with more of my come and his.

  He moaned as he came at the same time, giving me another load of his come as I gave him mine. His cock twitched inside me as he finished.

  I had so much come sitting inside me that it would destroy my sheets by morning.

  He lifted his body above mine and looked me in the eye. “Fuck. So much come.”

  “I can probably handle more.”

  He gave me a heated expression before he kissed me. “Maybe in another hole.” He slowly pulled out of me, and the second he was gone, everything seeped out between my legs. He stared at the insides of my thighs with approval. “It’s no surprise I knocked you up. No amount of birth control can stop that.” He got off me then retrieved his boxers and sweatpants.

  I turned on my side and prepared to go to sleep.

  Cato came back into the room, but he headed for the door.

  “What are you doing?”

  He opened the door but kept one hand on the knob. “Going to bed.”

  “You aren’t going to stay?” I asked in disappointment.

  He turned quiet, like he was considering it. He used to sleep with me all the time, but now it seemed like he never wanted to do it again. “Good night, baby.” He walked out and shut the door behind him.

  I woke up from a nightmare at five and couldn’t go back to sleep. I lay there with my eyes closed, but my heart rate wouldn’t slow down. Images of what I’d seen kept flashing across my eyes.

  I finally gave up and made my way to the kitchen. I didn’t know if anyone was awake this early, but I could probably find some leftovers in the kitchen. I walked into the room as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and spotted Giovanni in the kitchen, scrubbing a pan in the sink. Cato was at the kitchen table, wearing a workout shirt and shorts. He sipped his morning coffee and read the newspaper. “You guys are awake this early?”

  Giovanni turned off the faucet and turned to look at me. “Miss Siena, you’re an early riser this morning.”

  “I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” I walked to the counter close to Giovanni. “Thought I would get my day started.”

  “How about some coffee and breakfast?”

  “That would be great.”

  He made me an Americano then turned back to the stove. “I’ll make something good. Give me a few minutes.”

  I carried my coffee to the table and sat across from Cato.

  He was still reading the newspaper, his plate untouched. There were white cubes on the dish, along with sautéed vegetables.

  I squinted as I tried to make it out. “What the hell is that?”

  He lowered his paper and glanced at his plate. “Tofu.”

  I made a face. “That’s not breakfast.”

  “It has no sugar, no carbs, and no fat.”

  “So, it’s garbage,” I said with a straight face.

  He smiled slightly before he folded up his newspaper and set it down. “You just think that because it doesn’t have cheese on it.”

  “Even cheese wouldn’t make that good.” I sipped my coffee, wishing it had caffeine in it. Two things I loved most had been taken away from me—alcohol and coffee. “And why are you awake so early?”

  “I’m always awake this early. I work out in the morning.”

  “You work out at five in the morning?” I asked incredulously. “Five? The sun isn’t even up.”

  “I use my private gym, so it doesn’t matter. And if I don’t work out in the morning, then when?”

  I shrugged. “Don’t work out at all.”

  “Trust me, you wouldn’t want me to stop working out.” He grabbed his fork and ate a few bites.

  Giovanni brought me my plate. “Belgian waffle, egg whites with cheese, sautéed kale and mushrooms, and sourdough toast.” He set it in front of me.

  “Now that’s what breakfast is supposed to look like.” I pointed at my plate. “Delicious. Thank you, Giovanni.”

  “My pleasure, Miss Siena.” Giovanni walked back to the kitchen.

  Cato watched me as he ate breakfast. “He likes you more than he likes me.”

  “So do most people.”

  He smiled as he kept chewing.

  I dumped the syrup on my waffle and ate that first.

  Cato sipped his coffee and kept watching me.

  “Why won’t you sleep with me?” I blurted.

  His mouth halted for a second as he took in my question.

  I’d been living with him for a long time, and not once had it happened. He purposely avoided it.

  He took another bite and stalled as long as possible. “I don’t want to.”

  “I figured that part out. But why?”

  His eyes dropped as he stabbed a piece of tofu with his fork. “Too intimate.”

  “More intimate than fucking?” I asked incredulously.

  “I just don’t want to, alright?” He turned stern, treating me the way he treated Bates when he stepped out of line. He raised his voice as well as his anger, and that made the air in the room feel formidable.

  Despite the tender moments we’d shared, he still had his guard up. He always kept me at a distance, even when we looked into each other’s eyes and rocked together. He would never give me all of himself, not like he did before. The wound of my betrayal was still fresh.

  Minutes of tense silence passed, and we ate our breakfast and ignored the obvious discomfort we both felt.

  “I wanted to ask you something.”

  “Alright.” He had been staring at his phone, so he set it on the table.

  “I know you already said no—”

  “Then that means no.”

  How could he be so sweet at night and then turn into an asshole in the morning? It was like he was two different people. “This asshole thing is getting old.”

  “I’m always an asshole—so get used to it.”

  “No, you aren’t,” I snapped. “Why are you in such a bad mood?”

  “Because you’re provoking me. First, you asked me why I won’t sleep with you—like I have to give you a reason. And now this? I already gave you my answer, and that’s not gonna change.”

  I wanted to smack him upside the head. Just the other night, he held me in the shower and promised to protect me. He told me I was perfect, got jealous of the men who came before him. Now he acted like that never happened. “I’m gonna eat my breakfast upstairs before your bitchiness erases my appetite.”

  His eyes widened like that insult wouldn’t fly. “I may be your lover at night, but as long as the sun is up, I’m the master of this house. You don’t question me like you have rights. Our situation hasn’t changed despite what we do in the bedroom. You’re my prisoner—and prisoners do as they’re told.”

  It was a really stupid thing to do, but I did it anyway. I threw all the food off my plate and hit him right in the face with it. Syrup stuck to his skin, and the mushrooms and bread crumbs got stuck in the brown goo. “Fuck off, Cato.” I marched out of the kitchen without looking back.

  I knew I would have to pay for my outburst eventually.

  But Cato didn’t make his move right away.

  I stayed in my room all day, waiting for the sound of his heavy footsteps outside the door. I disobeyed him right in front of his staff, so there was no way he would let that slide. H
e would come for me with a vengeance.

  But he also told me he would never hurt me.

  So what would he do?

  I found out later that night.

  He barged into my room in his suit. The second he was inside, he slammed the door hard behind him and made all the walls shake.

  I jumped off the couch and prepared for a fight.

  He marched into the room with an aggressive look in his eyes. His body was revved like a burning-hot engine, and he squeezed both of his hands like he wished he were grabbing a fistful of hair.

  “You can’t be two different people,” I snapped. “You can’t be my lover at night then an asshole in the morning. Pick one.”

  He undid his belt and pulled it loose. “That’s easy. Then I’ll be an asshole.” He folded the belt in half then smacked it against his open palm. The sound of the smack reverberated against the wall, the crack loud and sharp. “Bend over. Or I’ll make you bend over.”

  Now I knew what he was going to do. He was going to whip me with that belt—and he was going to whip me hard. “I’m not letting you whip me.”

  “You don’t have to let me do anything.” He struck the belt against his palm again. “I want to hunt you down. Makes it more fun that way.” He made his move and walked toward me.

  I ran around the couch and dashed into the other room.

  He sprinted after me, his heavy footfalls like drums.

  I ran past the bed and headed to the door.

  “I can whip your ass in here or out there for everyone to see. You decide.”

  I ran into the hallway then stopped, knowing he would make good on his threat. He would whip me in front of all the staff and make them watch.

  Cato caught me by the arm and dragged me back inside the bedroom. He kicked the door shut with his foot then bent me over the bed. My dress was hiked up, and my panties were pulled down.

  “Don’t you dare—”

  He struck me hard, so hard the words died in my mouth.

  He hit me again, putting all his momentum into the hit. It stung so bad, I actually screamed. My ass was reddening right away, the inflammation kicking in. The pain was overwhelming. “Three more.”