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  Tony grinned.

  "Your father wishes he had it this made. Come on. Pool."

  We passed by a few people walking the grounds, here and there. Some were in suits with earpieces—obviously security of some sort. Others were more casually dressed—men of the Esposito employ, perhaps? Their eyes turned on me curiously, some lustfully. It made me press closer to Tony, and oddly enough, doing so made me feel a little safer, especially when we came close to what I assumed was the pool house; I saw that there was a tall, ominous-looking security fence, and as I followed the line of it, I realized that it enclosed the entire property.

  I felt a little uneasy at that. Would I be trapped here too?

  I filed that away with things to ask Tony when he wasn't obviously intent on showing me around.

  I heard laughter and voices coming from the pool area. Splashes, too. Tony pushed open the gate leading us into the enclosure. The same man from the night before and another I hadn't seen before were fooling around in the pool, tossing a ball back and forth. The one from last night looked up as Tony led us in.

  "Aye, Tony! Evie! You two are up. What's up?"

  "Just showing Evie around. Evie, this is Allan. You met him last night. He's my boy. This is Peaty. He's a bit of a son of a bitch, but he's a damn good shot and can outdrink an alcoholic."

  "He is an alcoholic—"

  "Shut your shit, Allan. Aye, cuteness." Peaty, a good-looking man, though definitely thinner in frame than Tony, treaded the water over to us. He grinned. "Tony being nice to you?"

  "As nice as I think he can manage," I said with a small smile. Peaty laughed.

  "Ha! Girl got some jokes. I like her already, T. I like her already."

  "Yeah, well, you better not get any bright ideas," Tony said with a pointed look. Peaty waved him off.

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Keep your dick in your pants. I'm not dumb."

  I blushed at the implication.

  "Aye, so, Evie, you wanna join us or something? Ain't shit going on the rest of the day—"

  "I'm still showing her around the compound," Tony said. "Maybe later." Allan pouted.

  "Maaaan. Don't keep her all to yourself! She seems nice. Oh. Oh! Papa G said be ready for him this evening. He wants to, ah, talk to the both of ya'll." Allan nodded as if that was that and pushed off back into the water, going to dunk Peaty under it. Tony shook his head.

  "I'm sure that will be fun."

  "Does your father not want me here?" I asked, curious.

  Tony shrugged.

  "I hadn't actually asked him."

  "What?"

  He rolled his eyes and walked us from the pool house, back towards the main home. "I don't need his permission—"

  "Tony, we can't just do rash things like this—I can't just do rash things like this."

  "Listen." He closed the front door of his home and turned to me. "I told you I would get you out of that shit hole your father was hiding you in—"

  "And I'm grateful for that."

  "And I told you that baby is my responsibility. You think I was just bullshitting you or something?"

  "No, that's not it."

  "Then what is it, Evie? What is it?"

  I sighed. It was a lot of things. I thought, finding my words.

  "I just don't understand. We were just a one-night stand. But you risk yourself, your men, and your standing with your father just to help me when you could have easily just let the problem go to someone else? You could have left me to my own devices to figure this out on my own."

  "I'm not that kind of man, Evie," he said. "I told you—that kid is mine. I'm gonna have a say in what happens to it."

  His conviction, I think, was what surprised me the most. I had no idea what to make of that. Men like him ...did they have convictions? Morals? Did they care about the children they put in this woman and that woman's belly? I hadn't thought so. I had only called Tony as a courtesy to him to know he had a child, not thinking he was actually going to take responsibility.

  "I—thank you, Tony," I said. I placed my hand on his cheek. I didn't know what else to do other than show my gratitude in a soft way—a way that seemed to make the most sense. His hand covered mine, his fingers warm.

  He leaned forward, pressing me back against the door as he kissed me.

  It was like a romance. Two wayward souls, young, dumb, making bad choices, and facing the consequences of their actions together. He tasted like cigarette smoke, and damned if the weight of him and how solid he was didn't make me quiver.

  "Tony ..." I breathed against his mouth. My hands found his shoulders, clinging to him and drawing him closer. I needed the contact. I was desperate for comfort. And that ...itch that had been there since the first time I had let him take me was there. That fire that burned—

  His hands came to my ass and jerked me to him as he ground his cock against my middle. I rolled my hips against his, moaned again, and tugged his lip. Only when I felt his hands come around to the front of my shorts and move to pop the buttons did I have a small amount of sense come back to me.

  We couldn't do this. This temporary comfort wasn't what I needed. I needed answers. I needed to know I wasn't just here for this—he talked so much about taking responsibility, but I heard how he had spoken about what was his. Did this baby make him think he had claim to me too?

  A dirty part of me hoped it did. The logical part of me knew I had to say no.

  "Tony ..." I put my hands on his, pulling them from me. "Tony, wait."

  "Why? You want me. I know you want me. I want you." His mouth pressed against mine again, claiming. I was ashamed to admit it, but it was harder to pull away than it should have been.

  "We can't."

  He grumbled.

  "Why not?"

  "Because ...because ..." I shook my head. "Because this isn't going to be what I'm here for. I'm not ...I'm not property, Tony."

  "I never said you were."

  "You said you were coming for what was yours."

  "My child and the mother of my child. You're my responsibility now."

  "Tony—"

  He put his hands on either side of my head. I didn't know what to do—I felt angry at him for trying to trap me, but it excited me too. This possessiveness ...it was different than my father's. Was it a kind I wanted?

  "You and I both know," he said, putting his face inches from mine, "that if that baby wasn't in you, you'd still have come crawling back to me. I would have too. Your pussy has been aching for me, I bet, just like my cock's been thick for you. That baby just made it happen a little sooner and little surer, and it ensures no one else gets that sweet, little piece of yours—"

  I smacked him.

  "I'm not some whore just because we fucked—"

  He turned me around, putting his teeth at my nape. He growled, and I wasn't even afraid when he held my hands above my head with one hand and forced my shorts down with the other. I was dripping wet. What the hell was wrong with me?

  I didn't stop him as he kicked my feet apart and bent me a little closer to him. I gasped when he shoved his fingers inside me.

  "Tell me you don't want it now, Evie. Tell me you're not mine."

  Chapter Six

  Tony

  She wasn't gonna tell me no—because she wanted it and I knew that she wanted it. Her pretty, tight pussy convulsed around my fingers when I plunged them in, her curvy, supple body trembling. I wasn't one to beat around the bush for something that I wanted. Evie was mine. That baby was mine—she knew it. It would just take time showing her not to let her silly, little head get in the way of us.

  I had no notion as to why I wanted her so much. I'd only fucked her once. I didn't even know her past what you could learn from the news. But she was mine, and I couldn't shake the thought. Especially not when she rutted back against my fingers instead of trying to push away.

  "Tell me you don't want it now, Evie. Tell me you're not mine."

  She didn't answer as I curved my fingers in her, assaulting th
at patch of nerves with them. She gasped, her slick wetness flowing out around my fingers.

  "I thought so."

  "Tony ...Tony, please ..."

  I continued to work my fingers in and out of her.

  "Please what?"

  She turned her face into her arm. I could see how red her cheeks were. I chuckled a little and put my face back into her neck.

  "That's okay. I know what we both want."

  I bit her neck like a beast. Taking my fingers out of her, I undid my pants and took out my cock. I was hard and aching. I needed to be inside her like I was born to do nothing but fuck her. I jerked her back against me, sliding my cock along her pretty ass.

  "One day I'll claim that, too," I told her before I shoved inside her tight, wet pussy.

  She screamed out, the pleasure making her convulse around me. I let go of her hands in favor of grabbing her by the hips and slamming into her. We were in a pretty public place—the front of my father's home. Servants could pass by. Hell, dear dad himself could try to walk through that door.

  It only made me fuck her harder. Only made me drill into her deeper. She moaned and panted, and I kept her wedged between me and the door.

  "Tony ...Tony ..."

  It was Goddamn music to my ears, just like when I'd bent her over in the alley. Just like when I'd had her suck my cock. Just like when I’d pushed her against the wall again and fucked her and fucked her, until I couldn't get it up anymore, and then I’d still finished her off another round.

  Not mine.

  Bullshit.

  She was mine on merit that she got me hard.

  I went at Evie with abandon. I made her cum, but I didn't stop. Not even when she was sobbing and twitching.

  "Fuck, Tony—Tony!"

  "Yeah, say my name, Evie. Scream it!"

  "Ah, ah, fuck! Tony!"

  I felt my balls tighten, but I wasn't ready. I pulled out. I pushed her to the floor, on her back. She looked surprised as I did, gasping as I pinned her down by the wrists and shoved into her again. Her legs wrapped around me, forcing me inside her deeper, plunging in.

  "You. Are. Mine. Evie." I bucked into her, sure to bruise her in more ways than one. Mine—all mine. There was nothing and no one who was going to change that.

  "Tony—fuck, right there. Right there!"

  She came undone again, and this time I came with her—came in her. Panting, I stayed there a moment before pulling out. I rolled over onto my back. The tile felt good. Cold. It was calming against the heat of my skin. Evie lay beside me, panting as well. I looked at her, watching between her thighs as milky cum ran out of her. She was marked. She was mine.

  She was also standing up, flushed and refusing to look at me.

  I don't know why, but that made me feel guilty. I watched her slide on her panties and her shorts.

  "I'm going to go shower," she said, her voice hoarse and regretful. I let her go.

  Chapter Seven

  Evie

  "Tony ... Tony ..."

  I stood under the spray of the water, touching my clit and thinking about how much I loved the feeling of Tony Esposito forcing his way between my thighs. It was …well, honestly, it was crazy. I should have been furious. I should have felt disgusted.

  I didn't.

  I was hot, wet, and throbbing.

  I wanted him.

  I didn't know if I truly wanted to be his. I didn't know if I wanted to be possessed—not permanently. Not forever. But in moments like the alley, and the one that I had just had with him, I liked being his and being possessed in the moment. I liked how he fucked me. I liked how he handled me. I loved feeling used in the moments when his cock and fingers would just ... shove into me and claim my pleasures.

  But there was a baby in me now, and I couldn't ...I shouldn't ...I had other things to think about! I shouldn't have let him take me like that, but there was something that made desire burn to my very core for Tony.

  "Tony ...Tony ..." My fingers worked furiously at my clit. Circles, pressing in. I was so sore inside from how hard he’d taken me. I loved the ache. It made me wetter—made it run down my thighs and into the water as it slid down the drain. I grabbed one of my breasts, pretending it was Tony's hand. I imagined what it'd be like to have him take me with his mouth—

  "Ah!" I clenched, cumming all over my fingers and panting.

  What was wrong with me, I wondered, that after everything, I was getting off in the shower with Tony's name hot and heavy on my lips?

  # # #

  Later that evening, Tony and were called into his father's office. I had spent the remainder of the day in the music room, where the piano was. I hadn't dared touch it, knowing that it had been Tony's mother's piano, but I did long to do so nonetheless. Instead, I sat in the window seat, watching the comings and goings of the compound and trying not to let myself think too hard, knowing that it wasn't going to do me any good. Allan came by, poking his head in.

  "Hey," he said. "Boss wants to see you and T."

  He'd led me out, and we were met by Tony. Tony stared at me a bit, and I averted my eyes; I didn't know what he was going to say to that, but I also didn't know whether or not I wanted to be the person to break first.

  We walked in silence down the hall, to the other wing of the sprawling home. Allan gave a little salute as he dropped us off.

  "Have fun, kiddos."

  Tony rolled his eyes and shook his head.

  "Big idiot."

  He looked down at me again.

  "You ready?"

  I laughed, a little lacking in the humor of it.

  "As I'll ever be."

  "It'll be okay."

  The softness in his words was a huge contrast to the way he had taken me earlier, and they surprised me. I hid it well as he opened the door and let me in. I stepped in first, with Tony behind me. The room was like a typical office space, but large and spacious. There were book cases lining the walls and pieces of art in the spaces between, small sculptures and statues adorning some of the shelves. My eyes were drawn to the man sitting behind the large, dark-wood desk in front of the giant, wall-length window that the office boasted.

  I could see where Tony got his looks from. Though his father was older, he was still handsome—still could probably be a lady killer if he tried. His grey hair was slicked and combed back away from his face, his mustache and beard thick. His dark eyes regarded me, and I stared right back at him. I wondered what he thought of me. About this situation.

  "I'm glad to see you're finally awake and about," he said. "Geno Esposito. Head of the Esposito family and babysitter to my son and his ...negligent behavior."

  I raised a brow.

  "Evie Brown," I said. "Thank you for allowing me to be here, at least for the time being."

  His lips twitched beneath his mustache.

  "You're aware I had no idea you would be coming."

  "I surmised it, considering the less-than-ideal situation. I'm sorry that this was brought to you so suddenly, Mr. Esposito."

  "Please. Call me Geno."

  His head tilted a little and he continued to stare. He looked a little more interested, however. I wondered what had changed his mind, if anything at all.

  "I'm impressed that she seems to have more manners than her father," he said. "I like her. She's courteous. Obviously smart. You could learn from her, Tony."

  "Father—"

  "I want to ask her some questions," Geno said, interrupting. "What do you make of all of this, Evie? This ...accident of a pregnancy between you and my son."

  "It was an accident that happened between two people who weren't ...thinking quite clearly."

  "Hm ...I'd say. You both had to know who the other was."

  "I did."

  "Spunky. You let my son at you even knowing who he was. Intentional?"

  "I just wanted to have some fun that night. I wasn't thinking past getting off, to be honest." It was a little crude, but I was picking up on how to answer Geno Esposito, especially if
I was going to be around the man a lot. Like I thought he would, he smirked, impressed.

  "Up front. I like that. And what do you intend to do now?"

  Ah. That's where he was going to get me. I bit my lip.

  "I want to do whatever is best for my child," I said finally. "I know my father thinks that ...giving it away is the best. I think he's wrong. I think—" But there I stopped.