I resisted the temptation to stalk her all day through the cameras, so I could see what she was up to and gauge her mood.I hate that I have to keep her locked away. I don’t want her to ever feel like a prisoner the way her father kept her locked up at home and then at that convent, but it’s for her own good, at least for now. I can’t let her father or even Salvatore know she’s back home, not until I officially make her my wife.
My wife…
Those words have a nice ring to them, and I can’t wait to officially make her mine.
As of now, the penthouse is the safest place for her. I want nothing more than to protect her and my unborn child, keeping both of them safe. There’s no doubt that her father will be pissed once he finds out that she’s not where he left her.
The place is quiet as I walk into the living room. I look around and see that she’s not in here, and the kitchen lights are off, which means she’s most likely somewhere upstairs. I know Dorothy’s already left for the day, so my girl is alone.
I head into the kitchen, turning the oven on to heat up our dinner since Dorothy usually leaves my food in there. I set a timer that turns the oven off when the food is done, before I go looking for her. I wonder if she ate enough today. Either way, I’m sure she must be hungry by now.
The first place I pass by and check is the library, feeling that’s where she’ll be, and I’m right. When I quietly open the door, she’s so engrossed in the book she’s reading that she doesn’t notice that I’m here or that the door has even been opened. She is so beautiful. She takes my breath away. I use the opportunity to take her in while she’s occupied. It’s a good thing I asked Giana who some of her favorite authors are, so I could build a library for her, because she seems to be enjoying the space and the book she’s currently reading.
She’s lying back on the oversized reading chair with a blanket over her lap as she reads her paperback. The setting sun is shining across her skin from where she’s sitting, glowing.Pregnancy looks great on her, and I’m already thinking of breeding her again after she gives birth and is cleared by the doctor. I want lots and lots of babies with her.
The thought that if I hadn’t found her, I wouldn’t have known, and she would have been left defenseless out there, all alone with our baby. It causes an ache to form in my chest at what could have happened to them.
She looks so radiant and breathtaking. I would have been miserable as hell because the first taste of her had me addicted and wanting more. Now, I don’t think I could ever live without her. Her pregnant belly is a bonus. Fuck! She’s so goddamn sexy! I can never seem to get enough of this woman.
Just looking at her has my cock hardening in my pants. Like the fucker didn’t have enough of her pussy last night before we fell asleep. I mean, he fucked her until we were both tired and couldn’t move any longer. That was some mind-blowing sex right there. Fucking her has always been that way, but, man, fucking her pregnant pussy was ten times better than anything I’ve ever felt before. I can’t wait to do it all over again. That is, if she doesn’t hate me for leaving her all alone today.
She must finally feel my eyes on her, because she looks up and our eyes meet. I see her give me the once-over, and a second later, she tries discreetly to rub her thighs together.
I smirk at her, and I’m sure my facial expression gives me away on how much I really want to devour her. She breaks eye contact when it becomes too much for her and looks out the window.
When she turns back to me, I see a wave of sadness flash across her face, but it’s gone just as quickly. I wonder what she thought about that made her sad. I guess I’ll have to question her during dinner to find out what’s bothering her.
“Hello,Principessa,” I greet her, huskily.
“Hi,” she says, blushing, no doubt hearing the need and want in my voice.
“How was your day?”
“It was okay. I spent some time getting to know my new cage,” she grumbles.
“It’s not a cage, baby. I just don’t want you to leave the penthouse yet. And this is to ensure your safety,” I explain as I walk over to where she’s lying back on the chair.
She puts her book to the side as I take a seat beside her, pulling her in closer and kissing the shit out of her. She’s dazed when I finally pull away and look down at her perfect face. I lift my hand, but then hesitate a little.
“May I?” I ask, pointing to her tummy, and she nods. I gently place my hand on her stomach and caress it. The feeling that passes through me is overwhelming as I feel a kick where my hand is. “Holy shit! Does that hurt?”
“No. It feels a tiny bit weird, but I’ve gotten used to it already,” she tells me with a smile. From the way she speaks, I can tell how much she already loves this baby.
“Thank you,” I murmur, choking up a bit.
“For what?”
“For giving me this gift. For deciding to keep the baby since I wasn’t around and for protecting her up until now,” I tell her before putting my mouth closer to her stomach and placing a kiss on it. “Hi, baby! It’s Daddy! I can’t wait to meet you.”
“Where were you?” she asks.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here today. I had some important work to complete. Though I realize I shouldn’t have left you alone on your first day here, and I’m sorry for that,” I tell her, pecking her on the lips again.
“It’s okay,” she says with a sigh. “Why was I locked in here?”
“I don’t want you going anywhere by yourself yet, babe. I don’t know how your father or Salvatore will react if they knowyou’re here, and I want to protect you and our baby. I promise, as soon as I have some things in place, you’ll be free to come and go as you please. It won’t be for long.”
“Okay.” I’m surprised she gave in without a fight, but maybe she does know that those two assholes would come after her, so she wants to keep our baby as safe as I do. I want to keep her as stress-free as possible, since that won’t be good for her or our child.
