Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
I love this girl and I vow that nothing will ever happen to her again. She’s home now, with me, where she belongs and that’s just the way it should be.
EPILOGUE
ARABELLA
Nine-ish Months Later
I was able to survive the aftereffects of my kidnapping and assault because Bart was by my side. I survived just to get back to him. They did everything short of sexual assault to try to get me to break, but they didn’t realize that I really didn’t know anything until it was too late. Bart came in guns a-blazing and took out that entire branch of the Popov’s within seconds. Lita and I walked away with scars, both physical and mental. I was only there for six weeks, but Lita was there her whole life. My poor girl saw things she never should have but between therapy and my love for her, she’ll get through this. She’s young and tough as hell.
“Get this baby out of me,” I scream, sweat pouring down my face. Contractions are no joke.
“He’s coming, Mrs. Vitali. Just be patient.” Doctor Jones, my OB, says after checking me out. I have been in active labor for two hours, but I’m more than ready to meet my baby. “You’re still only eight centimeters. I’ll leave two alone to implement the rest of your birth plan.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” Bart says from his place beside me. She leaves and breathe a sigh of relief. Doctor Jones has been working with my general doctor for natural pain management. After the incident, every muscle in my body hurt and I wouldn’t take anything for the pain because of the baby. Both doctors are a firm believers in using an orgasm’s oxytocin production to manage pain. In the last nine months, I have had thousands of orgasms. Poor Bart. He never complains though. It works, thank God. Better than any pill, that’s for sure. When I was recused, I took the Lita with me. Eventually, the state let us keep her since no one knew who her parents were. I am going to raise her right and show her what love is. She’s been through so much. The road is going to be tough for her, but I won’t give her up for anything. She became a Vitali three days ago and is spending the next few days with her cousins so we can bring her baby brother home. Life doesn’t always work out how you imagine it will, but sometimes it’s even better.
With Bart, I pretty much have an orgasm anytime he touches me. He’s taught me everything I know. We have been using dirty talk and nipple stimulation all day. It’s sexier than it sounds, I promise.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Arabella. I’m going to get you good and bred as soon as I can, baby.
“Yeah?” I groan, as soon he pulls my gown down. I am addicted to him. I know it. No twenty-eight-day program is going to cure me of him.
“Hell, yeah,” he murmurs before wrapping his lips around with swollen nipple. He bites and sucks on it before moving to the other one. I reach between my legs and rub my clit while he goes back and forth between my hard nips. “That’s it, baby. Rub that clit. Get off for me.” His growl vibrates through his chest.
“Ahhh,” I moan as another contraction rockets through my core. I rub my clit harder and harder to the familiar euphoria washes over me. I squeal as it begins to take the edge off of the pain. The sage green paint on the walls of the birthing center is starting to make me sick, I think as I close my eyes and concentrate on the pleasure and the pain. For so long, childbirth was seen as burden, something to do as quickly and quietly as possible. I don’t believe that for one second. It can be fun if you let it and I intend to do just that.
It’s unconventional as hell, but it works.
“Good girl,” Bart says, moving up my body to kiss me.
“I promise when I get out of this room, I’ll return the favor tenfold,” I tell him, kissing him again.
“I’ll hold you too that,” he says, chuckling. He stands up and adjusts himself. My eyes going straight for his huge, hard cock. It’s tenting his shorts and I can’t help it as my mouth waters.
Six hours later, our son, Vito, was born. I look down at the perfect pink baby in my arms and smile. Things could have been so much worse, but Bart rescued me, again. Only I would get kidnapped twice but at the end of the day Bart would move the pyramids, if he had to, just to get to me.
Being bred by my savior was just the beginning. I love this man, and nothing will keep us apart.