Chapter 47
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.”