42. VIN
VIN
Iwake up to Sophie in my bed, her hair loose, wearing nothing but my t-shirt. She’s leaned up against the headboard on her phone, frowning as she reads. She looks stressed.
Gingerly, I roll toward her, trying to look over her shoulder but she jerks the phone away.
I raise an eyebrow. “Really, princess. Try again.” I reach for the phone, and her eyes sparkle as she holds it out of reach.
“No, thank you.”
“This is not a negotiation.”
I lunge for it and immediately groan as pain spikes through my web of stitches. Fuck, that was stupid.
Sophie tosses her phone on the floor and pushes me back carefully. “Why do you do things like that?”
“I needed you to put the phone down. You weren’t listening. This is your fault.”
“Vin—”
She’s got that playful warning in her voice, but after what I did to her last night, she knows better than to fight me. I play up the injury and she’s instantly docile, my submissive little slut.
I grip her by the waist and pull her on top of me. Fuck the pain that shoots through my back. I need my queen riding my cock. Her pussy is already wet, probably still wet from everything I did to her last night, and I groan as she slides it over my bare chest.
I’m already hard—I stay hard sleeping naked next to her—and she jumps with a squeal when my cock pokes her in the ass, then glares down at me.
She slams her hands down flat on my chest. “Vincenzo, last night was already too much! You’re going to break those stitches open and Dr. Rossi is going to—”
“—say abso-fucking-lutely nothing, that’s what he’s going to do. He’ll sew me back up so my queen can ride my cock again. Now stop complaining and slide that wet pussy down Daddy’s cock.”
She raises an eyebrow, trying to contain her laughter. “Daddy? You’re ‘Daddy’ now?”
I grip her waist and lift her, position her the way I want, and slam her down hard on my cock, her tight pussy encasing me. “FUCK, Sophie.”
She half moans, half screams, her eyes popping open wide, her nails digging into my bare chest. I smirk. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making this woman scream.
“Marry me,” I say.
Sophie freezes, her fingers stiff and still on my chest. She stares at me and I stare back. I fucking meant it. I lift my hips, grinding my cock deep inside her, and she slams the flats of her hands against my chest.
“Vin!” She’s telling me to stop, but she spreads her thighs wider, letting that wet pussy take all of me. “We need to talk.”
“We are talking.”
I grip her hips hard and start moving in slow short strokes that drive her out of her mind.
“This isn’t talking!” She gasps. “Why do you always have to be in control?”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I continue with my short thrusts. “Because I own you, princess. You’re mine.”
She bites in a breath as I shift and thrust deep. “No.” She swivels her hips in figure eights and my eyes roll back in my head. “You don’t. And today, I want to be in charge. Of you.”
My eyes snap back open. “Not happening.” I dig my fingertips into her hips, knowing I’ll leave little purple marks to remind her later who owns her.
Her hands fly to mine and press down. Even while saying she’s not mine, she still wants the bruises. “Vin. I’m serious. I need to say something, and I need you to actually listen to me.”
“I’m listening.” My hands move to her inner thighs, pressing them open so I can watch her pussy move up and down my cock.
“You’re not listening.”
“I’m multitasking.”
“Vin.” She takes my hands off her thighs and moves them to her face, making me watch as a complicated form of exasperation takes over. “Yellow. Please. I need you to let me be in charge.”
That gets my full attention. She’s serious, but I don’t even know how to begin to give her the undivided focus she wants when her pussy is wrapped around my cock much less let her take charge.
“You’re asking me to let you lead,” I say.
“Yes.”
“In here. Right now.”
“Yes.”
It goes against every instinct I have. Every wire in me pulls toward control, toward being the one who decides, who directs, who sets the pace and the terms. It’s just how I’m built.
But I have a lot of shit to make up for with her, and she’s looking at me with those big brown eyes. She doesn’t trust me and that fucking kills me. But if being in control, just this once, is what she needs to start rebuilding that trust, it’s a cost I’m willing to pay.
“Okay,” I say.
She blinks. Clearly, she didn’t expect me to say yes. She has no idea how far I’ll go for her in order to get back to where we were.
“Okay?”
“Yes. Okay.” I drag my palms down over her chest and stomach and slide my hands under hers. “You’re in charge, mia regina. Show me.”
I can almost see a layer of her distance peel away, feel one small piece of trust come back.
She leans down and presses her lips softly to mine.
Slowly. Every movement is unhurried, deliberate, like she has all the time in the world.
I swear every ounce of stress and tension slides out of my body, but when she lets go of my hands I have to grip the blanket on either side of me to stop myself from throwing her on her back and taking what I want.
She keeps kissing me, warm and sweet like honey, as she lifts herself off me, releasing my cock. I groan and move to push back inside her but she pulls back just an inch. “Uh-uh. I’m in charge… Daddy.”
She winks as she inches her way down my body, dragging her tongue along the ridges of muscle to the head of my hard cock.
“FUCK. Sophie… princess…”
She maintains her slow pace, torturing me by staring at me with those big brown eyes as she drags the flat of her tongue up the base of my shaft, then wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and sucking softly.
It takes everything in me not to grab her hair and force her to swallow my cock whole, but even more than I want that, I want her to trust me. Trust that when I tell her I’m going to do something, I’ll follow through. And I want to give her what she asked for.
I want my princess to be happy.
But fuuuuck, her mouth is so warm and wet and I can’t fucking watch her and stay in control, so I glance up at the ceiling and back down again every time I feel like I can’t take it.
Abruptly, she stands. I can see up the t-shirt she’s wearing to that wet pussy that I want so badly. I bite down on the inside of my lip so hard that I bleed.
She smiles. She knows exactly what she’s doing as she lingers there looking down at me, watching me squirm. Gripping the headboard she slowly lowers herself down onto me, pinning me down with her brown eyed stare and I. Stop. Fucking. Breathing.
“Rip this off me,” she whispers, and before the words are out of her mouth, I tear the shirt from collar to hem and push it off her, grazing my hands roughly over her arms, her breasts, her rounded stomach where my cock is deep inside—
I stop.
Fuck.
My hands on her waist, I go completely still inside her.
Fucking forgot about the birth control until right now, and I have a strange gripping feeling that is completely unfamiliar.
A crisis of conscience maybe? Fucking strange feeling but…
if I want her to trust me, I can’t knock her up. Not like this.
“Sophie.”
She continues her slow torturous pace, and I grit my teeth.
“Soph. Princess, I need you to stop.”
She drags her finger down my cheek to my lips. “I’m in charge, remember?”
“Baby, please. I need you to listen for a second. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I hope you’ll reconsider that,” she says, swiveling her hips.
Groaning, I grab her hips, force her to stay still. “Sophia. I’m not fucking playing right now. I threw out your birth control. I’ve been replacing new packs with placebos for over a year.”
She frowns. “What is happening right now, Vin? Why are you telling me this?”
I gesture impatiently at where we’re connected. “Because my cock is practically in your uterus right now, and if you don’t want to get pregnant, then we need to make some choices.”
“Vin—” She moves on me again, a fucking goddess on my cock, and I throw my head back so I’m not looking at her and dig my fingers into her hips.
“Sophie, I don’t want something to happen that you’re not ready for.”
She puts her finger on my lips, quieting me. “I know, Vin. I’ve known for a long time.”
Wait… what? “You know?”
“I took that birth control for a few months around the time that you stayed with me. I stopped right after because I didn’t like how it made me feel. Yet, new packs kept appearing in my drawer.”
I frown. “The placebos look exactly like the real ones.”
“Yes, but their expiration dates were different. It didn’t take long to catch on.”
Oh Jesus. I groan and rub my hands over my face, then snap toward her. “Wait. You let me come inside you since then. You begged me to come inside you. Does that mean—”
“I didn’t exactly have a choice, did I?”
“You could have said no.”
“Could I?”
She looks amused and my brain is whirring through this new information, piecing things together.
I run my hands over her stomach, feeling the outline of my cock inside her.
She moans as I press down. “Sophie, does that mean you’re taking me back?
Are you saying you—you want to have my baby, princess? ”
Overwhelmed with fucking joy is an understatement, but she crushes me instantly.
“That’s not what I’m saying.” She starts moving her hips again, bouncing that big fat ass of hers and making her pussy squeeze my cock.
“FUCK.” I grab handfuls of her ass with both hands and force her to stop moving. “I’m serious, Sophie. If you have my baby, you’re connected to me for fucking life. I’m never leaving your side. I don’t care if you hate me. If you have my child, you will never be able to get rid of me.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Vincenzo, are you saying if I don’t have babies for you, then you don’t want me?”
“No, mia regina, if you’ll have me, I’m yours for the rest of my life.
You’re my wife. You call the shots. If you want me to stay with you, I stay.
You want me to pass over head of the family to Tommy, I’ll do it.
You tell me you don’t want me anymore, I’ll go.
” I suck in a deep breath, smoothing my palms over her ass.
“But if you have my child and then decide you want me to go, Sophie, it won’t matter.
I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have to kill me. ”
She sighs softly. “I’m going to need you to stop talking.” She grinds down on my cock hard and digs her fingernails into my chest and fuck, I almost let her shut me down. Almost.
“God damn it, Sophia. You need to understand what you’re asking for if I come inside you. I know it’s not going to necessarily happen this time, but—”
“Vin?”
“— if you tell me that you’re mine then I’m going to be inside you every chance I get and—”
“Vin?”
“You will get pregnant, Sophie, it’s going to happen so—”
“Vincenzo!”
“What?”
“I’m having your baby.”
The world literally mother fucking stops. Every detail of my life past and present e-fucking-vaporates in that moment and all I see is this beautiful queen telling me she wants to have my baby.
“Holy shit, Sophie.” My voice sounds as breathless as I feel. “You want to have my baby?”
I pull her down into my arms and she pats me like I’m a toddler.
“Vincenzo, listen to me. Please. Stop. Let me up.” I immediately let go of her and she sits up. She moves my hand to her stomach and tilts her head at me. “I’m telling you that I am having your baby.”
My eyes pop wide and I stare at our hands on her stomach then at her face and back again. “You’re—”
She nods.
“Holy shit. Oh my God. Sophia.” Fuck the stitches, fuck everything.
I grab her, still inside her, and roll with her until I’m on top and I’ve got her pinned to the bed.
I frame her face with my hands and stare at her then devour her, kissing her, fucking her, pounding her—and freeze.
“Oh shit, is this okay? It won’t hurt the baby? ”
“We won’t hurt the baby,” she’s breathless and laughing and gripping my ass with both hands.
“But I’m kind of big—”
“Si, sei grande, daddy.”
Yes, you are big, daddy.
I groan and slam into her with my cock, nailing her to the bed with everything I have. “Fuck! I’m going to be a daddy for real.”
I fuck my queen’s sweet pussy hard then harder. “Come for Daddy, princess. Daddy’s got you, Sophia.” I bury my face in her neck, biting down until she screams, until she scratches me so hard she rips open my stitches and blood pours down my back, until she comes hard, squirting all over my cock.
“Yes, Daddy!” She screams, her pussy pulsing around my cock until I come hard deep inside her.
Daddy…. Fucking Daddy….
Breathing hard, I lean up on my elbows and frame her face with my hands. “My beautiful fucking princess is having my baby.” My gaze flits from her eyes to her mouth and back. “I fucking love you, Sophie.”
She just smiles.