Chapter 20

"Mmm, babe." For the past three days I have been waking up to him between my legs and his hand around my throat grunting and cursing about how I belong to him and he"s never letting me go. Don"t get me wrong, I love the feeling of him completing me from inside out. I even love his hands shackling me and proving to me how much power he has, but what I don"t like are the lines of worry etched into his forehead or the tension that seems to follow him even when it"s just us home alone.

I"ve asked him multiple times what was wrong, but he"ll only look at me and say "nothing for you to worry about, Piccola. I"ll protect you with my last breath." He always cuts off the conversation with either his cock or his mouth making me come.

"Fuck, you feel so good angel. I will die to keep the secret between these legs. Do you know why you were kidnapped? Do you know what they wanted from you?" I"m trying to find the will to answer him but all I can do is feel the bruising force of his thrusts and the controlling nature of his hold. His hand squeezes harder waiting on me to answer.

"Yes. Yes I know." Of course I know. Whenever something seeps inside of him makes him more anxious, he fucks into a coma all the while telling me what they wanted from me that only he owns now.

"That"s right my greedy little angel. They wanted this snatch for themselves. They wanted that whole secret. That innocence. They wanted what they didn"t deserve but I earned it. I fucking earned it by rescuing you, spoiling you and now by owning you every damn day. Christ. Your pussy squeezed me harder when I said that. Do you like knowing I own you, Piccola? You love being a cosseted little slut, don't you?" Oh Crap. His mouth is so fucking filthy and too a woman who was a victim, they would sting and bring up all sorts of issues, but my husband, when he says them it is with a dominant obsessive possession that I crave. There is a certain freedom in his claim.

"Yes. I love it because I love you, Larabee." He growls and sits back on his knees. With my legs in his hands, he pushes them up and back and begins rutting into me with a desperate frenzy.

"Why is it never deep enough?" he shouts. He leans down and takes my mouth with the same abandon. Together we bite, lick and suck clinging to one another like this is the last time.

"Larabee. Please." I beg throwing my pussy back at him, meeting his thrusts.

"Look at you trying to suck my seed from me. You want that, don"t you? You want me to breed you, I've you my children and make sure you can never walk away from me. Say it. Tell me to breed this baby factory. Fuck. Say it, Satine. God damn it, this pussy is making me a bitch."

Hearing him talk about babies, makes my pussy gush and a tiny orgasm flows through me. "Yes. I want your babies, babe. I want to be a family with you." I finally give voice to the words I have been holding in not sure if he is ready.

He stops mid-stroke, and his eyes change from ferocious to soft and unsure, "Are you sure, angel? Do you really want a real family with me, even knowing what I do?" My big strong, sexy husband lets a hint of vulnerability pee through and the lioness in me wants to vanquish it for him.

With each of my hands on his face, I spread my legs wider, hook my ankles behind his ass and squeeze his cock before lifting up to kiss him. "I love you, Larabee. You are a strong protector, a vicious avenger and my own personal warrior. I want everything in this life and the next with you." I simply stare into his eyes and give him a second to find what he is looking for.

Not breaking his eye contact, he kisses me chastely at first, and slowly slides his tongue in and out of my mouth. He brushes my sweaty hair from my face and smiles at me. His strokes become slower, lingering and filled with so much love it is almost too much.

"How did you know?" I ask, wondering how he knew I needed this softer part of him after the confession I just made.

"I know what you need, Piccola. I always will." he says, sliding in so slowly my toes begin to curl.

"Larabee," I call his name, a whisper in his ear and a plea to take me over and over. He links each of my hands with his and extends them over my head. "So good. So full, babe. I love you so much." I cry out feeling more emotional.

"You are so fucking beautiful, baby. And all mine." He kisses me so sweetly, the love so clear and palpable I think both of us are going to burst.

Slowly, he makes love to me, and I can't tell where he ends, and I begin. It's soul consuming. Tears start sliding out from my eyes. The raw unspoken passion is heady and deafening. My body is preparing to let go and I can feel how hard he's shaking.

"You fucking own me, angel. You own my life." I whimper into his mouth and hold him to me, both of us completely naked and bare before one another in a way we have never been. "I can't hold it anymore, baby." His thumb moves between us and with a slight pinch he sends me right to the stars. "Shit. Shit. Shit!" I feel his salty heat fill me up and it triggers another orgasm from me. We lay there, him on top of me, smothering me and I don't want him to move.

I don't know how long he stays there but when he rolls over and pulls me on top of him, he kisses my head and takes a deep breath. I know he is about to say something. "Your dad landed in Miami three days ago." It sure as hell wasn't that. My head snaps up and like a well-planned trigger, I can feel the panic rising.

"What? Where? Does he…does he know where…I have to go." I don't realize I am actively pushing against him trying to get away before I hear a faint curse and then I am on my back staring into his concerned eyes.

"Baby look at me. You are safe. You know that right?" I try to take a deep breath and calm myself. I use the pulse of his hands in mine to lead me. "There's my girl." He kisses my nose before sitting us both up. "Are you alright baby?" Nodding, I bury my face in his neck.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I mean logically I knew at some point this was going to come full circle, I guess I just thought we had more time." Maybe I just wished we did.

"Yeah angel, I know." Then his words wiggle in my mind.

"Wait, you said three days ago. That was the day you couldn"t reach me." It all makes sense now.

"Yeah." He looks a little sheepish. "When I saw the pictures, this visceral rejection of him anywhere near you hit me like a ton of bricks."

"Trust me, I feel the same way. What do we do?" I don't want to show him I am scared. I don't want him to feel like I don"t trust him to protect me, but part of me is terrified.

Standing from the bed with me in his arms, he walks across the hallway of our bedroom and into the spare room that is going to be the nursery. Yeah I have been planning. I watch him move a picture and reveal a silver panel. "Put your thumb right here." I do as he says and watch when another panel opens. "Now look right into this with your left eye." Once I have done that, a secret room opens, and my mouth widens.

"What is this place?" A panic room. Technically it is like an apartment within a house. It is sound proof, has two bedrooms and a bathroom and is stocked with any and everything you could think of. If something happens, I want you to run for this room, do you understand?"

"Yes, but how will I know when I can come out?"

"Either I, your cousin, Rocco or Aurora will come and get you." Nodding, I lay my head back down on his chest. It is my favorite place to be. He lifts my chin, so I am looking at him. "If there is ever a reason for you to run here, I want you to do so with no regard for me whatsoever, Satine. Do you understand?" Fear flits through my body thinking of him being in danger which is silly because I know he basically is every damn day, but this, this sounds different. This sounds inevitable. Not like an ‘if.'

"I understand," I tell him although it is killing me to think of having to leave him behind.

Once all of that is done, we shower, he fucks me against the wall before washing me from head to toe and picking out a one-piece jumpsuit for me to wear for the day. While he showers I brush my hair out and decide to let it dry naturally so that it is curly. I like it. It gives me a Miami sort of look.

"So Piccola, what do you have planned for today?" Every time he asks me that question a small pang of anxiety hits me and then I remember, he only wants me safe and now, knowing my father is here, I don't want to be too far from protection anyway.

"Lily messaged and said she is going to be at the house. Something about a bump party?" He looks at me quizzically and I shrug because I have no idea what it means either.

"Those girls are always up to something. Here take this just in case." He slides the black card across the table and kisses me. "I have to get going, baby. I need to find your father before he finds us." Pulling his shirt so he moves closer to me, I stand on my tip toes, wrap my arms around his neck and look him in his eyes.

"Be careful and come back to me, husband." He yanks me even further in his arms and kisses my nose.

"Every fucking night angel. Can't let this pot of gold between your legs go unprotected." I squeeze my thighs together and lick my lips. "Or your beautiful heart." Gah. I love this man. "Now kiss me." Our mouths meet in the middle seeking a comfort we both need with all that is stacked against us. The feeling of his slick tongue running over mine, makes me moan and ache. I am seconds from climbing him when he growls and pulls back. "Fuck. You make me forget everything." He places his forehead on mine.

"Is that a bad thing?" Smiling, I give him my sweetest smile and of course he sees right through it and smacks my ass before rubbing his nose on mine.

"Be a good girl, baby."

"I promise."

Once he has driven off and I make sure I have everything I need, I grab my phone and a charger and put it in my purse. Making sure I have my keys; I make the wonderful walk to the main house. Before leaving our piece of land, I stop to admire the space Larabee is having excavated for me to plant a vegetable garden.

In my mind when I requested this, I picture me and our children out there on hot days planting things, laughing, soaking up the sun with him not too far away. Just thinking about a baby in my arms gives me a pang in my heart. One hand rubs my chest while the other wraps around my abdomen. My heart flutters with the knowledge that right now a baby could be inside of me, growing and turning into this little piece of him and I.

Walking up to the house, I am a bit stunned by the number of cars in the driveway, but I shrug my shoulders and keep going. From the door I can hear laughter and excitement.

"Oh my word." My hand flies to my mouth at the craziness in front of me. "What in the world?" In front of me is a room filled with balloons, counters filled with cupcakes, champagne, juice, finger foods and tables filled with presents. There are about fifteen women in this room, most I don't know.

"Surprise!" Everyone yells at the same time. I am literally stunned and speechless.

"Ro, what"s going on?" She walks to me and pulls me in a hug.

"Well, you never got a proper bridal shower, and all of us preggers in here were having a combined baby shower/bump party so we thought we would do it all together." My eyes begin to water immediately at the kindness of these women who don't know me.

"I don't know what to say."

"Nothing. Just come in and have fun. Let me introduce you to everyone else. This is Mirabella, Caterina, and Ana." They all pull me into a hug, well as much of one as they can with burgeoning bellies.

Taking a second to look at each of them, it hits me they all remind me of Aurora. "Are you, do you work for." Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't be so nosey, I think.

"Do we work for Aurora? Yes. Each of our fathers had a place with the Family and when they are dead we all vowed to take their place but make it better." Wow. Each time I meet one of them I am more and more in awe of how they have seemingly normal lives but then all of them are such badasses.

"Here." Mirabella hands me a glass of champagne. "You"re the only one of us who can have this." She says, putting a glass in my face. Her statement gives me pause though because now that she mentions it, I have had my period since before Larabee rescued me. Holy cow. How did I not realize that? "Or maybe not." She smirks. "Is there something you need to tell all of us?" She says loud enough for the room to hear.

"Oh my gosh. Satine are you pregnant?" Lily squeals. Geesh. I have no clue what to say so instead I fall into a fit of giggles because these women are overwhelming.

"I have no idea," I say giggling more. Lily looks unsure how to take me until she starts laughing herself. And that officially breaks the ice. Unfortunately, all I can think about now is getting home and taking a pregnancy test.

Five hours later, I am escorted home with a handful of gifts and cards, not to mention they made me take all of the balloons and liquor. The party was fun like how I imagine having girlfriends growing up would be.

I got dozens of gorgeous, sexy lingerie, some that would make a dominatrix blush. I received gift cards and a money bag, apparently it is something their family has been doing for generations to celebrate the bride and groom.

It was equally as fun watching the baby shower part. There were no big gifts which makes sense seeing as how all of them have children and have the money to buy what they want. So what they gave instead were cute little baby clothes, played games guessing the genders and names and just overall enjoying celebrating one another.

Now here I am, alone and lost in thought. I have no pregnancy tests here in the house and I won"t dare leave out to get one. I could order one on a delivery service, but I think it is something my husband and I would like to do together. So, instead, I am going to lay down and nap and then get up to make dinner and wait until my husband gets home.

"Seems my angel was waiting on me, huh." His scent hits me first and then his gruff, lust heavy voice. My eyes open partially to see it is dark out. I must have slept longer than I planned.

"I'm always waiting on you, babe." His hand moves between bare thighs, pushing my t-shirt up. From behind me he palms both my tits and knees my legs apart. "That's because you're such a good girl. Now get that ass in the air." He commands, breathing into my ear, erecting goosebumps up and down my body. The only thing touching me are his hands on my tits and already I am rocking back against his already strained cock.

"Larabee," I whine his name because he is teasing me, sliding up and down my wet slit now, bumping against my clit and doing nothing else. "Mmm… Please." I beg like the greedy brat I feel sometimes.

"This pussy is so fucking feverish, Piccola. What have you been doing? Have you been playing with my fucktoy while I was away?" Oh my. His filthy words are making me gush.

"No. I would never touch her without your permission." Not unless I really want it rough.

"That's right. It's because you know who owns this masterpiece, don't you?" He dips his cock inside of me and right when I cry out from the slight pain and the satisfaction, he pulls out once more. "Answer me, my little fuckslave. Say it." His shoves himself inside of me, we both groan in unison. My pussy squeezes him and when he curses calling me a witch and then pulls out, I think I am going to die.

"Please. You. You own all of me. Please, fuck me." Please fuck me.