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“Glad I could be used by you again.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I breathed out, shaking my head. “You make me sound like a real bastard.”
“If the shoe fits.”
“This what you want to do for the next two weeks? Argue with me? Then by all means,” I baited. “I have no problem fucking the fight right out of you.”
With that, I turned and left, leaving my heart in her hands. Even though…
She was gripping the life out of it.
Chapter Twelve
—Belle—
I woke up in Tristian’s arms again. This was the second morning in a row that I had. Since we landed on the island yesterday, he was up my ass, on this mission to get me pregnant. He tried to initiate casual conversations with me, but every time he did, it’d led to a fight. He was relentless in his pursuit of trying to win me over.
The bungalow we were staying in was like nothing I’d ever seen before. It was breathtakingly beautiful. We were right on the water, jumping into the ocean anytime we wanted. Every room in our place had a view of the crystal blue water in front of it. Tristian rented out all twelve bungalows for exclusive privacy which he was taking full advantage of. Basically, if we weren’t fighting, we were fucking.
We brought hate sex to a whole new level.
Moving half of his body off me, I tried to get up, but he wrapped his arm around my stomach.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he hazily questioned, pulling me back toward him, engulfing me with his scent again. He tucked me into his chest.
Slowly, he ran his nose along the back of my neck. “I always loved the feel of you in the morning,” he groggily added, brushing his lips against my back.
“Why do you like to torture me?”
“This is torture?”
“It’s excruciating.”
“Don’t you want our baby to be born out of love?”
“There you go again, throwing that word around like it’s supposed to mean something to me.”
“It meant something to you at one time.”
“I was a young, stupid girl.”
“You were a strong-willed, gorgeous girl.”
“Are you trying to get laid again? Because let me remind you, I’m a sure thing, remember? I don’t need your lines.”
“You were also a stubborn brat, just like you are right now. Kitten, when are you going to let me back in? And not here”—he rubbed my core, making me inadvertently moan—“but here”—he placed his hand over my heart.
“That’s enough cuddle time.”
Before he could object, I propelled my body forward and rushed out of the bed, taking the bedsheet with me. Except, that left him completely naked in front of me. My gaze greedily took him in, from his chiseled chest to his rock-hard abs, down to the V above his dick. Which was just as hard as his abs, standing straight at attention.
I subconsciously licked my lips.
You’d think he’d have some sort of modesty, but we were talking about Tristian Hawkins. He didn’t know the meaning of the word. He simply sat up against the headboard, placing his arms behind his head.
“Kitten, you’re staring right at it. Why don’t you just come ride it instead?”
I glared at him. “You need to cover yourself. I have an appointment for a massage this morning. They should be here any minute.” Feeling generous, I asked, “You want a massage too? I can call down there and see if they can send someone up for you as well.”
