Chapter 79
THEA
It’s been three months since my mother passed away, and I struggled to grieve the loss. She just never felt like a part of me, so why would I miss that?
Massio insisted on getting me into therapy, and honestly, I needed it, though I’d never admit that to him. After years of being emotionally neglected and the trauma I suffered as a young girl, learning to live with the memories is easier with him beside me and someone to speak to.
My father is still in my life, through both of our choosing, and I can see now that he struggled to open up to me because of my mother’s threats of taking me away to live with my birth father.
A man I have no intention of finding, something Massio and my father support, leading me to believe he’s not a good man to be around.
I don’t have the need for anyone else in my life.
I have a father who is absent more than present, and a Daddy who showers me with love and affection.
I’m slowly creating a strong bond with Massio’s family. Their bond is something I’ve never witnessed before, and now that they’ve accepted me into the family, I feel closer than ever to the man I love, my husband.
“Home!” Massio exhales loudly as we pull into our driveway.
Two months ago, he purchased the first home we viewed, and I was beyond excited to move in and make it our own.
It’s smaller than Massio anticipated us having, claiming all the babies we were going to make wouldn’t fit in the house, but when I told him how much I fell in love with it, he relented.
“I swear I love my family, but they can be too much.” He pushes his hand through his hair, and I giggle. “There’s a reason I enjoyed being away from them so much.”
“Stop.” I smile, biting into my lip.
“Baby? Sal wants us to move in with him because he doesn’t want to miss anything with becoming a papi?” His eyes are as wide as saucers. “He realizes it’s not his kid, right?”
I roll my eyes.
“Maybe it’s the first opportunity he will have of having a baby in the family and watching it grow?
Fern and Fenton were raised by nannies and went to boarding school as soon as they were old enough.
Fern said she thinks Sal always wanted his own kids, but she thinks he’s held back all these years due to feeling guilty that you guys would feel pushed out.
” Sadness twists deep inside me, and my hand finds my stomach.
Massio’s eyes connect with my hand, and his eyes soften. “You’re right, I’ll be more patient with him.” I smile back at him, and he climbs out of the SUV. “But he’s not coming to the birthing classes, Thea. I draw a line there.”
Massio rounds the SUV and opens my car door, then takes my hand in his and tugs me out.
“He’s interested,” I say, rubbing my growing bump.
“Then maybe he should knock up a woman and have his own damn baby,” he clips out, and we head inside.
When the door closes behind him, I feel the tension leave his body. This is where Massio thrives—when we’re alone, in the comfort of our own home with nobody to impress.
He undoes the buttons on his shirt and strides into the kitchen. I kick my sneakers off and head straight into the family room, and a thrill of anticipation rushes up my spine at what’s to come.
Without needing to be prompted, I lift my summer dress over my head, unclip my bra, and wait with bated breath for him to follow after me.
“Fuuuckkk.” The word flows from him like velvet. When I cast my eyes up, he’s leaning against the doorjamb with a whiskey in one hand and his shirt missing, exposing every ridge of his abs.
“Can you crawl for Daddy, Little Brat?” he growls.
I bite my lip. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Then he positions himself on the sofa with his legs stretched wide, places his now empty glass on the floor, and proceeds to unbuckle his belt to pull his solid cock from his boxers. He points to the carpet, and slowly, I lower myself.
His hungry eyes never leave my body, roaming up and down. Like a wild animal struggling to remain in control of its natural reaction.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls as I inch closer. I glance up through my lashes to witness his tattooed fingers wrapping around his thick length.
Feeling the heat of his stare on me, I lick my lips and push my ass high up in the air. “Fuck, I love seeing my baby making you swell.”
When I’m between his legs, he swipes the pre-cum from his tip and yanks my head back by my hair, then he rubs the sticky substance over my lips.
“Climb up.” He taps his thigh, and I stand, but before I can climb onto his lap, he lifts me to straddle him.
“Lean back on my thighs, Little Brat, I got you,” he coaxes, gently pushing my chest.
I lean back on my elbows, opening myself up to him.
He swipes pre-cum from his cock again and drags the tip of his finger down my pussy. “I love seeing your holes open for me,” he rasps, and my breath catches in my throat.
“Are you going to let Daddy play in your ass today?”