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Alessio’s grunts vibrated through the air with the last thrust and his hot cum spurted inside me, filling me until it trickled down my inner thighs.

We were both panting, sweat slicked bodies joined and throbbing with the most exhilarating sensation.

Just as I was about to shift, he pulled me by my hair and his voice, dark as sin, whispered into my ear, “We have only just gotten started.”

And my inner walls clenched with eagerness.

Chapter37

Alessio

She surprised me.

She unraveled around me, always meeting my needs head on. Always giving me everything.

She was always meant to be mine. Kol, she, and I. Hopefully more kids. A lot of little girls that looked like her. Kol would be a protective big brother.

Yet, fear that my fucked up childhood would impact my skills as a father plagued me. That I wasn’t worthy to be a father. That I’d ruin our son. That I’d transfer my nightmare onto my son.

A mixture of fury, regret, and animosity burned in my chest.

Not at her. Never at her.

At this shitty thing called destiny that had damaged me. I meant it when I said she deserved better. She could havehadbetter. Instead, she got me. But God help me, there was no giving her up. I hated feeling a twinge of regret for attempting to be decent.

I wasn’t. Decency was fucked right out of me.

I stroked a stray strand of her hair off her sweaty face. She was fast asleep, naked in our bed. Her soft curves had my handprints from where I gripped her hips and fucked her raw. Her ass was marked by me too. And still she looked like innocence, sprawled for the filthy scum I was.

Pulling a sheet over her naked body, a soft moan left through her parted lips and my cock instantly hardened.

I straightened up to my full length and adjusted my cufflinks, rather than touch her again. If I touched her again, I’d wake her up and take her all over again. If I stripped my clothes off and fucked her, I’d be late.

And I had a fucking DiLustro to meet.

Dante DiLustro.

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Of course,Lake Ontario in November wasn’t the best idea. Meeting a fucking kingpin of Chicago in the middle of the lake even less so.

But I wanted to get rid of the last shipment of guns and then I was out.

For Autumn. For our son. For our family.

Our future. I’d marry my woman, get her pregnant and we’d have a big family. We’d see the world together. Fuck, I’d even sing and dance in the rain to some obnoxious song, as long as she smiled happily like she had in that video.

Was there another man that put that smile on her face back then?

She glowed in that video. And when her eyes lowered to our little Kol, there was so much love on her face. The unconditional kind that said she’d burn down the world for him.

And I’d burn down the world for them.

The temperatures had plummeted overnight, and I swore my balls froze the moment I stepped out of the cabin of my yacht. It would have been so much better to stay in bed and wake up with morning sex, then cook Autumn and Kol breakfast.

I might even become a stay home dad, I snickered to myself.Hmm.Not such a bad idea.

I watched the rays of the sun flicker across the surface of the lake and a calmness washed over me. Going fully legal was the right move, I felt it deep in my bones. I’d still keep us safe. I’d still have men watching my family. I’ve built enough businesses over the years to support us for many lifetimes.