“I’m your wicked husband, remember? I can do as I please.”
“Are you? Where’s the marriage license?” I countered.
He bared his teeth in a savage grin.
“I don’t need a license toownyou. I owned you from the first moment I saw you.”
There was a strange warmth in my chest, something almostglowingas it spread through my body.
“Where are you taking me?”
His smile crinkled up the skin around his remaining eye.
“None of your business, wife. I told you I wouldn’t stop until I had you again. So I hope you didn’t think a fire and losing my leg was going to stop me.”
“No,” I said. “I didn’t think that.”
Gideon cocked his head. “Good. We understand each other now.”
“I understand you to be a cheater, bastard, whoremonger, murderer, poisoner, and overall Devil in human flesh.”
“And?” my husband retorted.
His beard covered scars too. Scars from when he had pulled his beloved Grayspires down around himself to save me.
“And–that’s not proper behavior for a gentleman.”
“What do you care? You aren’t proper yourself. Not deep down in your feral little soul.”
“Yes, I am!”
“A pregnant wife who runs away from her husband? Consorts with a monk? Not proper behavior.”
“I didn’t even consort with him,” I muttered resentfully.
“Of course you didn’t. You don’t want a soft gentle prick. You want a hard damn fuckingcock. You want the pleasure only I can give you.”
I wasn’t very agile with my big swollen belly, but I put my arms up to stop him, because I knew that tone very well.
“No! I don’t wantyou!”
Gideon lunged forward, pinning my skirt with his peg leg.
“Tell me when you’ve said something that interests me,” he snarled, flipping me firmly onto my hands and knees. “Because you’re babbling, wife. You know I will be taking you when and where I please.”
Outside, the moors rushed by. Strangely enough, they seemed beautiful to me now. Perhaps it was because the flowering bushes looked so lovely. Or perhaps because I’d grown used to their uncanny wildness.
When I didn’t move fast enough, Gideon pinched my thighs and spread them wide, flipping my skirts up so he could look possessively at my pink cunny. My belly hung down almost to the seat as he pressed down harder on my back.
“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not one of your mistresses.”
He snorted, then dug his fingers deep into my hips and pressed his thick length into me, stretching me wide so I had no option other than to take him.
“I’m tired of you running away to a monastery every time I fuck other women. Fucking brat. So from now on I’ll expect to breed as many pregnancies as I can get out of you. Don’t be fucking complaining about how many babies you’re going to have. And because of my generous offer not to stick my prick in whores from now on, you will in return be a good girl and stop trying to escape.”
“Bastard,” I hissed back at him, groaning as I tried to adjust to his size, feeling like he was going to split me open.
He only chuckled and thrust harder, deep, ravenous thrusts so his heavy testicles slammed against my bottom and thighs.
