Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“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.