Page 35 of Possessive Mr. Pen

“Alex Koch is my biological father.Jocelyn Koch murdered my mother but failed to kill me,” he says.

I shake my head and dig my nails into my palms.

“You want to use me as a pawn in your game of revenge,” I hiss.

“Not a pawn, Hilary.My queen,” he vows.

The dark promise in his tone fills me with want.He teases the shell of my ear with his lips.The lust simmering in my veins bubbles and steams.

“I won’t have a child with you.I don’t want a baby.Ever,” I promise.

“That’s not what your body says,” he growls with a nip to my ear and a roll of his hips.

My breath catches as his hard cock grinds against my ass.I shake my head and tug at my arms, but he leans his shoulders against me and flicks his tongue over my ear.

I turn my head and stare in the opposite direction.Sure, he could attack my other ear, but the movement represents my denial clearly enough.

“Connor, I’m serious.Attraction and being responsible for a new life are two completely separate matters,” I shudder.

He drops his forehead to the door beside the back of my head and sighs, ruffling the hairs on my nape.

“We’ll add it to the contract,” he relents.

I blink, needing a moment to process his capitulation.

“Are you sure?”I ask.

“Why are you asking when you brought it up?”

The tightness in his voice pulls me out of my thoughts and focuses my attention on him.A slight trembling affects his entire body and an almost imperceptible wheeze follows his every inhale.

“Don’t most cheesy inheritance plots say the first one to have an heir wins it all?”I ask.

He scoffs.My worry compounds at the hint of wetness in the sound.

“We’re not in a cheesy movie.We’re in a tale of revenge, but I’m not so much of a monster I’ll force an innocent life into existing in this mess,” he rumbles.

He turns his face and nuzzles the back of my head.Since he can’t see my face, I bite my bottom lip and enjoy the sting as he loosens his grip on my forearms and covers the back of my hands with his.Every nerve ending in my body tingles with sensitivity as he interlocks our fingers.

“Sign the contract, Ms.Winthrop.Marry me, Hilary.Take your rightful place by my side, my warrior queen.”

My heart gives a prolonged squeeze as hunger throbs in my core and fresh arousal floods my panties.

He stiffens before disappearing.

I blink in shock and stumble backward.He coughs.The wet, phlegmy sound fills me with alarm.

He turns his back to me, grabs a napkin off the desk, and spits into it.I step around him and grab his wrist.

Horror steals my thoughts as I stare at the red blotch on the napkin.

He coughed up blood.

Indignation, worry, and purpose flow through me.

I wouldn’t put it past him to be hiding a terminal illness or some horrible disease while on his quest for revenge, which would explain his willingness to part with so many of his assets.

I shove the thought aside.I’ve seen his medical reports.He’s in obnoxiously perfect health.