He jerks in my hands, squirting jets of cum all over my fingers and his belly. My hands are a sticky mess, but he takes his hands and smears his cum on my stomach and chest. “If I can’t breed you, I’m certainly going to mark you.”
“Give me your mouth.” He slides his hand around my head and drags my body down onto his before kissing me fiercely. “Soon, I’m going to put my baby in here.” His hand splays on my belly. Despite everything, I want that. I don’t know how we’ll even survive when Rafael learns of it, but at the moment I don’t care.
A knock at the door interrupts our kissing. “Yes?”
“Breakfast.”
“One minute.” He lifts me off of him like I weigh nothing and sets me on my feet, and then he stands too. Swatting my ass, he growls, “Get your naked ass in the shower. I’ll be there.” He slips on some pants and a shirt, opening the door after I dash into the bathroom. A minute later, he sneaks into the bathroom, disrobing as quickly as possible.
“You shouldn’t be in here. I’m showering.”
“Well, you shouldn’t make me come, but it’s not going to stop me from helping you get nice and clean.”
His mouth goes to my neck. “Santino,” I moan. He reaches around, twisting and pulling on my nipples. It shoots straight to my aching pussy. His fingers move, dipping lower. “You shouldn’t. I’m...”
“I know, but I don’t care.” He cups my mound as the shower beats down on my body. His finger slips past my entrance and he strums my pearl, making me cry out. I’ve never come before. “I want to hear you come. I want you to know what I’m going to give you every chance I can. Orgasm after orgasm.” He pushes in deeper, stretching me, and it hurts but in an incredibly good way. I lean back on his chest and let him work magic on my pussy. “You’re going to come for your man, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Tell me you need it, Giada.” He growls in my ear and I come apart in his arms, experiencing my first orgasm. My body’s shaking hard against his. “God, that’s sexy. Next time, I want you facing the mirror so I can watch you as you come for me.” He pulls his fingers from me and then we wash up. His dick is hard again, but he keeps it away from me as much as he can. “Now we’re even. We have breakfast out there getting cold. And if you learn one thing from Rita, it’s that she gets pissy if you don’t eat her food when it’s ready.”
He kisses my cheek and steps out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around his waist. I rinse off and he hands me one. Thankfully, he leaves me so I can pee. After five more minutes, I’m back in the bedroom with a robe around me and a towel in my hair.
We’re in the middle of eating breakfast when he says, “The doctor will be here to check on you soon.”
“You called a doctor?” Apprehension runs through me because if someone else sees me they might tell Rafael where I am.
“Yes. Well, he was there when I brought you home.” That’s some relief.
“Oh. Um. Okay.” I haven’t had a physical since before I married Rafael, and it was to make sure I was truly a virgin. Santino, I’m guessing, wants to make sure I’m clean from STDs. And I can’t blame him. Hell, it’s something I’ve worried about since being with Rafael.
“Listen. I have to run some errands. Be good and watch some movies.”
Immediately my ire’s raised. I thought he’d be different and I’m crestfallen. “Am I ever going to be let out of our room?”
“Yes. Just not yet. I don’t know if he thinks I took you. So until I’m sure, you’ll have to stay here.”
“Do you promise?”
“Would you believe me if I did promise?”
“I’m not sure.” I can’t determine the change in his expression. It’s as if he’s almost closed himself off to me, emotionally.
“Then why should I bother even saying it. Excuse me. I have to make some calls.” Did what I say upset him? Does he expect me to believe him? Should I?
“Have fun,” I remark petulantly.
“Hardly.” He gives me his own attitude spurs on more sass from me.
I toss my hair over my shoulder as I brush it. Glaring at him, I hiss, “Then don’t.”
“I like it when you’re feisty.” He smiles and then leaves. I nearly melt from that look. He’s going to turn me into a simpering fool if I’m not careful.
An hour later, Santino comes back into the room with a bag, and he’s not alone. A handsome older man enters. “Hello, Giada. You are looking better.”
“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage.”
“I’m Dr. Francisco Reynaldo. Please take a seat over on the bench so I can get a better look at you.” I do as he commands while Santino looks on.
The doctor takes my vitals and then brings out a needle and several vials. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I hate needles.” Tears well up in my eyes.
Santino comes to my side and holds my hand. “Look at me, okay? I promise that it won’t be that bad.” I stare into his beautiful honey-colored eyes, and I barely feel the pinch. “It’s almost over.” Santino’s thumb brushes over my cheek, easing the tension.
After everything that I’ve been through, it’s surprising that I’m afraid of needles. “There, Giada. Now, I just have one more thing for you to do.” He waves a clear cup with a blue lid. “You don’t need to fill it completely.”
“But, I have...Well, I have my period.”
“That’s fine. Start your stream and then catch a small sample.”
“Thank you.” I stand up and take the
