Possession, p.21
POSSESSION, page 21
“Raf, what are you doing?” I roll my hips, delighting in the way her pussy grips me. “Raf?” She taps my shoulder and my head springs up to face her.
“I’m showing you how much I care for you.” Her lips curve into a sweet smile.
“Care, huh?” She bites into her lip.
“Yes. Fucking care.” My pulse races to tell her I more than care for her, but something inside me stops me, like a brick wall I can’t seem to break through, so instead I hope to show her how much she means to me.
I sit back on my heels to watch my cock slide slowly in and out of her tight cunt, then I trail my gaze up her body, looking for a sign of her pregnancy. My palm spreads out on her flat stomach, and she watches me intensely as I glide it up toward her tits. “They grew, Little Doll.”
She bucks her hips beneath me when I graze over her nipple. The sight of her milk beading on the tip has my balls pulling tight and my spine straightening as I try desperately to keep control.
“They’re full of milk for you, Daddy.”
Jesus.
My brain short-circuits as I squeeze the milk from the tip of her nipple, reveling in it dripping down her tit.
My stare penetrates through her as she holds her breath, then she speaks. “I want you to try my milk, Daddy. I want you to feed from me.” She takes a hold of her other tit and pumps it in her small hand, teasing me. “Please, Daddy,” she begs so beautifully, as I concentrate on not coming too soon.
“Fuck yes.”
I drop forward on my elbow, unable to take it any longer. My restraint snaps as I bat her hand away and grip her tit roughly, still small but heavy in my palm, the sensation indescribably full. I squeeze it roughly and cover her nipple with my mouth. Her hand finds my hair and I groan as her warm milk splashes into my mouth.
“Oh god,” she cries as my hips thrust again while hers work against mine. We become like wild animals, feral beasts, ravishing one another with grunts and groans and slapping of skin. My softness and gentle approach gone, now replaced with my voracity to own her.
“I’m going to put a baby inside you, Little Doll.”
Thrust.
“I’m going to force your belly to round with my baby.”
The bed hits the wall as I power into her at a rapid speed. “Filling this little pussy to give me more babies.” She clenches around me, and I almost come, almost.
“Tell Daddy you want his baby, Little Doll.” Slam. “Tell him.”
“Daddy. Daddy, please put a baby in me.”
Hearing her say she wants my baby sends my vision hazy, and a frenzied need to see her stomach swollen with my child becomes my mission.
I circle my hips, rubbing on her needy clit, and she arches her back as her mouth falls slack. “Daddy, I’m coming.” Her pussy pulsates around me, and my mouth becomes flooded in her milk as it bursts from her like a dam breaking. It spills from my lips, and I greedily try to swallow it down, but I can’t take it any longer, so I follow her into the abyss.
“Fuckkk.” My cum spurts from me in intense waves of pleasure, feeling never-ending, groundbreaking, and I close my eyes to savor the pure bliss.
I’ll follow her wherever she’s prepared to take me, because she possesses me and I’m finally ready to embrace it.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Ellie
Rafael attempted to make love to me again in the night, but his filthy mouth and controlling manner took over, winning the battle to show me restraint and tenderness. He’s trying, when he really doesn’t have to because he already owns me. Every part of me belongs to him. I’m a willing prisoner in his captivity, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He’s reassured me every way he can, and the fact he wants me to adopt his son proves how much I mean to him and Oliver in the only other way he can solidify us, given he can’t marry me.
When he wasn’t pumping me full of his cum in a bid to get me pregnant, I spent the night suckling on his cock while he stroked my hair. “I missed you, Little Doll,” he whispered, causing tears to sting my eyes at his broken tone. I could only suck harder to bring us both the comfort we desperately sought.
Slipping Rafael’s shirt on, I stand between his widened legs as he buttons it up for me. “Beautiful, Little Doll.” My cheeks heat as he pushes my hair over my shoulder and his fingers linger on my neck. “I’m going to brand you with my name.” He grazes my skin with his knuckles before meeting my eyes.
“Okay.” I nod.
His shoulders relax, then he picks up the hairbrush from the bed. “Turn around and kneel.”
I do as he asks, and then he combs through my hair with one hand and the other smooths over the spot the brush just left.
“There, all done, pretty girl,” he coos as he smooths out my hair. “Stand.”
Nerves bubble inside me at the prospect of seeing Oliver again. “Come.” He snaps me out of my thoughts and holds his hand out for me to hold on to with Hudson cradled in his arm, and he pulls me to my feet. “He’ll be ecstatic to see you, Ellie. Don’t worry.”
“Of course.” I nod gingerly, and he chuckles at my feigned response.
“You’ll see.”
Rafael
She trembles as we step down the stairs. She’s fucking adorable to be nervous to see Oliver; it’s cute she thinks he’ll be anything other than delighted to see her.
Rosalita’s voice fills the foyer as she chats happily to our son, and when her eyes find mine, I give her the nod to slip away, leaving Oliver at the breakfast table.
Walking into the room, Ellie freezes, so with the palm of my hand on the bottom of her back, I gently push her in front of me, hiding Hudson from view.
“Oliver,” I call to our son, and he lifts his head. His eyes widen, then he scrambles off the chair to get to Ellie, and his face morphs into pure exhilaration.
“Ma-momma El,” he cries as Ellie bends down to scoop him into her arms. She sobs as he clings to her neck, and he only wails louder.
Jesus fucking Christ, it hurts my ears.
Hudson startles in my arms, and I cradle him closer. His small hands expand as if shocked, and for the first time since meeting him, he opens his eyes and stares directly at me. While his momma and brother embrace one another, I stare into my little man’s eyes.
Brown, they’re brown, with tiny flecks of gold sparkling back at me.
Then he scares me shitless when he opens his mouth and screams at the top of his lungs, cutting through the air like a knife.
Ellie and Oliver freeze, and she stands with Oliver in her arms. He looks at Ellie as if in question. “Do you want to meet your baby brother, Oliver?”
He scrunches up his nose and points toward Hudson. “Ba-bab.” He tries to say baby, and Ellie giggles at him, her smile so wide you’d think her cheeks would be painful.
“His name’s Hudson. Can you say Hudson?”
“Huds.”
“Good boy.” She kisses the top of his head, then bends down to place him on the floor while I kneel to let him greet his little brother.
“Be gentle.” I look at him pointedly, and he nods. “Stroke his hair.” His small hand hovers over Hudson’s head, and he makes a stroking motion, and I chuckle. “We’ll work on it, little man.”
“Huds.” He grins from ear to ear.
“Are you going to look after him? You need to be a good big brother, protect him. Do you think you can do that for me?”
My son’s gaze meets mine, and he straightens his shoulders as he stares back at me. “Yes, Papa.” His words are clear and concise, full of confidence.
And I know without a shadow of a doubt that he will.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Ellie
It’s been two weeks of bliss, two weeks of Rafael barely leaving our side. Tommy has stepped up and taken some of the burden off his brother, and I couldn’t be more thankful for it. Jade has established a perfect routine with baby Faith and has given me tips on nursing Hudson.
Today Rafael was pissed because he’s been called into the warehouse. Apparently, Rocco has been busting his balls, and he’s no choice but to go there.
After Oliver’s tutors are finished with his classes, I set him up with a painting exercise in the kitchen while I quickly change Hudson to lay him down for a nap.
I place a kiss on the top of his head, then button up his romper, but I pull back sharply at the sound of a muffled cry that has my blood freezing. Something inside of me knows Oliver is in danger, that he’s hurt, and I move quickly to place Hudson in the bassinet and rush from the nursery as quickly as possible.
“Oliver?” Did he climb on a chair to get cookies and fall? Oh god, did he switch the stove on?
My chest feels like it’s constricting, and it’s like my feet barely touch the floor as I fly down the stairs. “Oliver?” I push into the kitchen, but hands wrap around me and throw me to the ground so hard it causes my head to bounce off the marble tiles. My vision turns hazy, but I fight through it when Oliver rushes to my side, sobbing. Blinking, my blood curdles when I see he has a red handprint on his little cheek, and anger surges inside me like a tsunami as I push to sit up. “Mamma,” he cries as he attempts to help me up, his little hands gripping my arm to aid me, and the action clutches on my heart strings.
“Shhh.” I stroke over his face as my vision rights itself.
Fingernails clicking on the counter have my eyes snapping up to see Nikita staring at us from the barstool glaring vitriol in my direction. This woman hates me with a passion, and when she sneers at Oliver like he’s dirt, I find my spine straightening. She’s going to hurt us.
Both of us.
My fingers tremble to locate the phone in my jeans pocket as I discreetly tug it out and slide it behind my back. Fumbling with it, I pray I press the right number.
“Isn’t this sweet? The little bastard attempts to speak.” I wince at her cruel words, hating the fact that Oliver can hear them.
My jaw sharpens as I glare back at her with equal venom.
“I thought you said he was still mute?” Another voice has my head snapping to the side as two of Kendal finally slide into one.
“He is.” She curls her lip toward him, and my heart plummets at her derogatory words. This woman is meant to be his mother, yet she’s acting inhuman, and I want to destroy her for it while showering my boy in the motherly love he deserves.
Oliver’s lip wobbles, and I stroke over his face. “Let Mommy deal with them, baby. You take this and look after Hudson. Okay?” I whisper only for his ears.
He pauses, and I know he doesn’t want to leave me. I don’t want to leave him either, but I need to get him as far away from them as possible.
On shaky legs. I stand and push Oliver behind me. Noticing the knife on the counter, I snag it. “Oliver, run!” I scream as Kendal saunters toward me, and fear grips me at the gun aimed in my direction. All I can think about is protecting our boys, hoping I pressed the right number for Oliver to reach Rafael on.
With strength I didn’t know I had, I sail through the air like a madwoman. A shot rings out, but I slam the knife into her chest as we battle with one another. Glass shattering becomes background noise to our tussle, but her strangled choke alerts me to the fact she’s hurt, and I find a little comfort in that knowledge as my mind catches up with the floating sensation taking over my body.
Then I slip to the floor, my eyes battling to stay open, and I attempt to scream for someone to help Oliver, but nothing comes out. The feeling of helplessness consumes me as the realization that I failed our boys takes over.
I failed Rafael.
A lone tear trickles out of me as everything slips away.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Rafael
My phone rings out through the car speaker system, and my lip twitches with a happiness that recently seems to exude from me when I see “Little Doll” flash on my console, and I hit answer.
“Hey, I won’t be long. I’m a few minutes out. I want you in bed waiting for me, do you hear?”
The line is silent.
I wait a minute for a response. “Ellie?”
A strange creeping sensation washes over me, but I try to shake it off, knowing I’m being ridiculous. I only left for a few fucking hours, because my brother was bleating like a fucking girl that he needed “him” time.
“Ellie, are you there?”
Maybe the connection is poor? My finger hovers to end the call and attempt to call her back, but then a small grunt sets the hairs on the back of my neck on edge.
“Papa.”
“Oliver? Put Mommy on the phone.”
Sagging back into the seat, I breathe a sigh of relief as I drag a hand through my hair. “Give the phone to Mommy, Oliver.”
“N-no.”
Hudson delivers a soft mewl and something doesn’t feel right. “No, Papa. Bad mommy.”
His words are clear, and every one of them sends an electrical current through my body, an awareness that my family is in danger. I don’t hesitate in pressing the emergency button beneath the steering wheel. It will alert Kai and Rocco to my location.
“What do you mean bad mommy, Oliver?”
I press my foot on the accelerator.
“Hurt me.”
“She hurt you? Who hurt you, little man?”
“Bad mommy.” The sound of Hudson whimpering sets my teeth on edge. “Huds is okay.” Oliver attempts to reassure me.
“Where are you, little man?”
“Clo-closet.”
Oh Jesus, he’s in the closet. Just what the hell is fucking happening? I can barely see straight, my pulse racing so fast my vision blurs as my mind fights with me to keep a level head. “Is Hudson with you?”
“Yes, Papa. I good big brother.”
A lump lodges in my throat at my little man’s words.
Turning into the estate, I race toward the gatehouse, seeing nothing out of the ordinary as I scan the estate.
“Hudson is okay? That’s good, Oliver. Is Mommy with you?”
“Nnn-no. Bad mommy.”
My eyebrows furrow. “Bad mommy?”
“Hurt me.” A volatile fury surges inside me, sending my vision red as I slam the brakes on outside the house. “Papa’s coming, Oliver!” I shout out as I slam the SUV door behind me. Then I run up the steps and swing open the door; the silence of our recently bustling household is an unhealthy quiet. I withdraw my gun from behind my back and move toward the kitchen. Knowing how much time Ellie spends in here with Oliver, it’s the first place I always try before the bedroom.
I swing open the door and take in the carnage as the glass crunches beneath my feet. Fear grips me, and I let go of every lesson I’ve ever been taught in the Mafia as I drop my gun and race toward my girl. I drop to my knees and feel for a pulse.
A pool of blood circles her stomach, and my hand trembles as I tug my phone from my pocket to dial 911.
“Ambulance. Now!” I end the call, knowing dispatch will already have a tag on my address. The front door opens, but I ignore it and rip my shirt off my back to use as a compression, only the warmth of her blood seeps through my fingers.
“Holy fuck, what the hell happened?” My eyes snap up to meet Kai’s wide eyes.
“I don’t know. Find Oliver, he said he’s in the closet.” The terror in my voice is unmistakable. He spins on his heel, heading for the stairs.
As I press my shirt to her stomach, I stare down at my lifeless girl, and everything around me swims with unadulterated dread. A heaviness takes hold in my stomach while my chest feels like it’s caving in, and my heart palpitates at the way her lips are turning blue. “Little Doll. Don’t do this,” I beg.
Emotion clogs in my throat, and it’s suddenly difficult for me to swallow. “Please, Little Doll,” I whisper as the sound of sirens approaching fills my ears, bringing with it a tiny ray of hope. “They’re going to help you, Little Doll. They’re going to save you for Daddy.” I lick my lips. “For our boys too.” My tears drip onto her face, and I swipe it away. “Know your fucking worth, Ellie. You’re worth everything to us, baby.” The coldness of her skin sends my breath hitching. “You promised me you’d never leave me again.” I hiccup, then roll my lip to prevent it from shaking further. “I didn’t get to tell you I love you,” I say as I stroke over her silky locks.
“I love you, Little Doll.”
Her lack of response sends desperation through me. “Say it back,” I demand, the firmness in my tone bordering on unhinged.
“Say it fucking back!” I bellow, but my broken little doll doesn’t so much as flinch.
The doors burst open, and paramedics rush toward me. Reluctantly, I pull my hands away, allowing them to take over while I clutch the counter, needing something to anchor me.
My eyes plead with her to not give up, not give in, when we only just began.
“Fuck. What happened?” Rocco’s voice snaps me out of my stare. Using my palms, I swipe the tears away, and somehow, my spine straightens, snapping back into Mafia mode. My weakness gone in the blink of an eye.
“Kids are fine. I have them secure in my car, security surrounding them,” Kai informs me, then places his hand to his ear, listening intently to whoever is speaking. “A body has been located on the patio. Description is Kendal, stab wound to her chest.”
Rocco’s eyes widen. “Shit. Do you think?” He waves his hand toward my girl, and I grind my teeth as paramedics shock her small body, causing me to grimace at how fragile she looks. Bile floods my stomach, and I’ve no choice but to turn away, unable to think straight while they work on her.
“I want security footage. I want to know what the fuck went down in this kitchen and what the hell Kendal was doing at my house.”
