Page 4 of The Don's Secret Heir

“Yes,” I breathed. I squeezed my eyes shut when he slid his fingers through my wetness, groaning against my neck as he presses his face there.

“So wet already.” He pressed two fingers inside me, up to the second knuckle but not quite deep enough.

I rocked my hips for more friction, whining, but he just chuckled again, scooping me up by my ass and thighs and carrying me to his bedroom.

The whole penthouse was well-furnished—leather couch, leather recliner, black silk sheets on his bed. I didn’t have time to appreciate it as he put me down.

He stood at the end of the bed with my legs wrapped loosely around his hips, looking down at me. His erection was obvious in his tailored slacks, thick and heavy against his thigh.

“Look at you, all spread out for me, pretty,” he murmured, and then his fingers pressed back inside me and I arched my back, crying out.

“More,” I pleaded, my body on fire from his touch.“I want more, please, Dario.”

“You do remember my name,” he mumbled, his eyes on my body instead of my face as his fingers pumped in and out of me.“I’m going to make sure you remember it for a long time.”

God, how true that turned out to be.

I blink, coming back to myself as Felicia shoves the box of Sonny’s toys into my arms. I look at her for a long moment, wanting to hit her, narrowing my eyes.

But... it’s not worth it. She’s not worth it.

So I go, thankful that I’ve kept up with my savings. I have about three grand in an account that’s inmyname, but that’ll go fast. Especially with hotel rooms. I groan and go to a nearby hotel, checking in and setting up the room for me and Sonny.

What am I going to tell him when I pick him up from preschool? That his beloved Papa is missing, probably dead, and his asshole grandmother kicked us out?

I sit down on the edge of the hotel bed, looking into space.

What the fuck am I going to do?

2

DARIO

I squeeze my eyes shut briefly before opening them again, looking at the silhouette of a woman in my shower. She’s been in there for forty-five minutes, and I’ve got shit to do.

“Sweetheart, you almost done in there?”

I don’t use the pet name because she means anything to me. In fact, I can’t quite remember her name. I wasn’tdrunkwhen I’d picked her up, but I’d had a few, and even though she’d told me her name most likely, I sure as hell don’t know what it is now.

“Almost!” she calls.

I roll my eyes, leaning against the open doorjamb with one shoulder.

“I’ve got work soon,” I call back, hoping she gets the hint.

“Aw. I thought we’d have breakfast together. I could cook for you.”

“I don’t have groceries.”

I really don’t, that much isn’t a lie. I eat out or order in. It’s kind of the way my family has always done things.

The pang in my chest when I think about my parents gets pushed down immediately. They passed two years ago in an accident, and there’s no one to blame. No one but the other driver, I guess.

I draw in a deep breath as she babbles about going to the grocery store together.

“I’ll have to take a rain check, sweetheart. Like I said, I have to work.”

She gets out of the shower and the steam lessens enough that I get a good look at her body. She’s a little skinny, her breasts too small, hips too narrow, but she’s got a good figure, nonetheless. Slight interest makes my dick twitch.