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“I’m out. I’m not about to get eaten a-fucking-live by that.” He points at the woman on the floor rising onto her knees where she once again locks eyes with me while she opens the loose ribbon holding her halter top in place.
“Yeah, me too.” I follow Tate while Mase throws money at the table and heads our way, leaving Reed with the two dancers, not looking the least bit concerned.
In fact, he looks like he’s enjoying every minute, and not too long ago, I would have too.
But now? Now I have a family.
Now I have everything I ever wanted. I just need to make it work.
EMI
I can sense his gaze on me as I roll onto my back. As tired as my body is, my mind hasn’t allowed me to sleep, replaying every hurtful word he said to me.
“Do you still hate me?” I ask the question so low I’m unsure if he heard me, but the sharp intake of his breath lets me know he did.
“Let me apologize to you.” His voice is husky as he tugs the sheet from my sleepy body, exposing my sleep shorts and camisole top that’s ridden up over bump. “Fuck. I’ll never get enough of you pregnant, Emi.” His cool hands trail over my legs up toward my shorts. I brush the hair from my eyes and sit up on my elbows to watch him.
Taking in Shaw’s disheveled state, a pang of guilt hits me that I caused that. When he lets out a sharp intake of breath after smelling my sex, I smell the alcohol oozing from him, and the thought makes me slightly uncomfortable. He rises on his haunches, and when I see lipstick on his shirt, my body freezes, and I scoot up to take a closer look. His shirt reeks of a woman, making my stomach roll in a wave of sickness. “You smell of cheap perfume, Shaw,” I grit out.
His eyebrows shoot up. “There was a dancer. Nothing happened.” I hold my hand up for him to stop talking and close my eyes to hide the hurt building behind them, determined not to expose my weakness to him.Never cry, Emilia.
“In blood we’re bound. In trust we live,” I mumble.
I snap my eyes open with a newfound strength. Shaw stares at me, pissed, and I choke on thin air at his audacity. “I told you, nothing happened.” His eyes implore mine.
“You need a shower.” I dart my eyes toward the bathroom, and Shaw sighs before stalking toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
It feels like an eternity before the shower turns off and Shaw comes back into the bedroom with a towel around his waist.
I nibble at my fingernail and turn to face him. “I don’t want you to hate me, Shaw. But I refuse for you to treat me that way.”
His eyes soften. “I could never fucking hate you.” He crawls on the bed and brushes my hair from my eyes. “I shouldn’t have said those things, Emi. I’m sorry.” My eyes meet his, and the regret in them is unmistakable.
My chest rises in emotion. “I can’t bear the thought of you hating me.” My eyes pool with tears, but I refuse to let them fall.
He brushes his trembling finger over my cheek. “Shh, please don’t.” His warmth spreads through me, and I turn into his touch, forever seeking his warmth and protection.
“Let me show you how sorry I am, baby.” His lips meet mine, coaxing my mouth open. “Let me make love to you.” My heart skips a beat at his words, wishing they meant the real thing. That he isn’t just going to fuck me slowly and call it making love, but actual love. If it was the real thing, I’d happily let him make love to me. But it’s not, and I can’t bear his tenderness.
I whimper as he works his way down my body. He pushes my t-shirt over my head and latches onto my nipple. Sucking it into his mouth, he flicks his tongue over the peak, making me squirm beneath him. “Mm, so responsive. I can’t wait for you to feed our baby from these.” He squeezes my tits, and my pussy melts with wetness.
My fingers find his hair and I hold him close to me as he sucks my nipple hard, and my body tenses with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Oh god, Shaw. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He sucks harder, then flicks his tongue over the swollen nub before moving to the next nipple. “Fuck, I’m going to suck these when they’re full of your milk.” He rocks his hard cock against my thigh, thrusting against the towel for friction.
He’s trying to control himself, to give me what he thinks I want. But not like this, I refuse to accept it. So instead, I tell him what he needs to hear.
“Shaw. I want you to fuck me. Please, I need you to fuck me so hard.”
His mouth pops off my breast, and I sink against the pillow. “Remind me who I belong to, Shaw.” I know I’m poking the bear when his eyes flare with a combination of searing heat and rage. He stands, throwing the towel from his waist onto the floor before he takes hold of my ankles and drags me down the bed, spreads my legs wide, then he thrusts inside me so hard I wince at the intrusion. “Don’t fucking complain when you’ve been testing me, Emi.”Slam.“I tried to be soft.”Slam.“Gentle.”Slam.“And you push me to fuck you hard like this, so you can fucking take it.”Slam.I moan with each thrust, my body wound so tight it’s going to explode any second. He grinds his hips, hitting the perfect spot as my pussy clenches around him, earning a low growl from his chest that makes my heart soar in delight.
Wetness pools between us, and the slam of the bed against the wall is a testament to the powerhouse between my legs. His chiseled body is taut, his eyes focused on the bounce of my tits, so I push them together and strum my nipples with my thumbs, reveling in the torturous expression of pleasure on his face.
“Fuck, I want to keep you pregnant.” His words cause me to let out an involuntary moan. It’s not the first time he’s said the words to me, and the thought that he wants another child with me makes me want him all the more. Makes me want us.
“Shaw, please suck my nipple.”
His mouth drops open and his heavy eyes flick up to mine in awe. He ducks his head and takes my nipple into his mouth, and groaning against the tender flesh, he sucks like a man possessed while his hips drive into me wildly. I dig my nails into his ass and meet him thrust for thrust. “Oh god, Shaw.”
He growls, and a sting of pain hits my tit before his tongue caresses the spot. My pussy convulses around him, gripping him as my back arches off the bed. The head of his cock swells and he lets out a low groan as I scream his name. “Shhhhaw.”
