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She drenches my balls, her arousal dripping down her thighs.

I’m about to fly over the edge. Stronger than ever. Catching her turned head, cheek pressed to the mattress, naked, open, taking my cock and my fingers in her ass do me in.

“Fuuuuck,” I cry out, pumping faster in rhythm with her cunt spasming around my sensitive cock.

I use what’s left on my fingers to push my dripping cum back inside her cunt and coat her hole. My cock hardens instantly. I slip the head of my cock past the quivering ring of nerves.

“Yes, please. Fuck me there.”

She opens for me and I bury myself deep inside her ass. I keep her hips tilted and power-fuck her.

Climax after climax rushes through me. Cum gushing from her hole slicks out and my thighs are drenched with the juices from her dripping pussy mixed with my hot cum.

I should have gotten soft hours ago.

Not even close.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Ella

Locked in my bathroom at home, I stare at the positive pregnancy test.

The gala was two weeks ago, and I should have started my period the day after. When it didn’t come, I shrugged it off to all the sex Balor and I had that weekend.

Since that night, without the pesky hindrances of blood or cramps, we’ve gone at it like rabbits. Mostly when I arrive to wake him up.

Now that morning wood is all for me. I ride him in his bed and then he takes me in his shower.

I started working at Fredricks Elementary again, and I finally feel like my old self. Only better, because I don’t have a psycho boyfriend I’m afraid to go home to or bruises to cover with makeup.

Is Balor my boyfriend? It feels odd to think of a thirty-five-year-old man, who’sin the mafia,as a boyfriend.

And since we’re not public about our relationship, labels haven’t come up. I’ve not told my father because Balor is his boss and Dad can be a little...brusque when he’s mad. I assume he would only see another powerful man trying to take advantage of his daughter.

But Dadneedsthis job. It’s steady and safe. Freelance gigs can dry up at any time or get him into trouble. Worse, hurt him. I worry he’d forget all that and...

I don’t know what he’d do to Balor if he found out.

But we can’t hide forever when this baby inside me starts showing.

Warm tears build in my eyes and next, I feel them streaming down my cheeks. I’m not sure why I’m crying. Perhaps the hormones have kicked in.

I’ve felt so happy these past two weeks, and this bombshell will nuke the hot and casual fun Balor and Ihave every day.

I don’t want anything serious, and Idon’twant to get married yet. I know he feels the same about wanting to be casual.

A knock on my door is followed by my father’s voice calling out to me. Heart pounding, I close the test stick inside my hand and tug my sweater sleeve down.

“Estella, can I speak to you for a moment?” Dad’s Russian accent sounds thick and troubled.

“Of course.” I clasp my hands behind my back and manage to wedge the pee-stick inside my pants.

“I am going on business trip.”

“Where? For what business?” I snap, my baby worry spilling out of me before I can stop it. “Dad, Balor lets you freelance on the side, but you can’t just—”

“Itisfor Balor.” His right eyebrow raises at my tone.




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