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She rocked back into me with each thrust, and I lost all control. My cock plunged into her wildly as a frantic need to fill her with my seed took over. I wanted to lay a claim on her, no matter how much I might deny it, and breeding her tonight was the best way to do that.
“Are you ready?” I asked, as my balls tightened. “I’m going to fill you with my cum. I’m going to make you pregnant, Belle.”
The satisfaction of imagining her with a swollen belly, knowing that I’d planted my seed inside of her, was all it took to send me over the edge. I came with a deep groan just as Belle reached her second climax, her pussy fluttering around my cock as I pumped a hot load into her. I’d waited so damn long I felt light-headed by the time I was finally depleted, and it took all my effort not to collapse on top of her.
Instead, I pulled out, once again looking down at the place where our bodies met. She was glistening and slightly swollen from my rough treatment. But she rolled onto her back and looked up at me with a smile that radiated the best kind of sleepy satisfaction, and I knew she liked it rough and painful.
Good.
I soon realized that my desire to lie down next to her and hold her in my arms had vanished. The thought of being physically intimate with her was too tempting, and I knew I couldn’t allow myself to form any kind of emotional connection with her.
Still, as I returned from the bathroom with a small towel to find her curled up with her head on my pillow, barely able to keep her eyes open, I decided not to kick her out of my bed. I made quick work of cleaning both of us up with the towel and covered her naked body with the duvet.
I clicked off the light in my bedroom, and as the darkness settled in, I silently hoped that my efforts had proven successful and she would soon be pregnant.
Chapter13
Belle
Inoticed how sore I was before I even opened my eyes, but it was a good feeling. In the past, men had hurt me on purpose, taking pleasure from my cries of pain and the knowledge that they could do whatever they wanted to me. My pain never ceased; it just became worse the longer they kept me pinned underneath them. A nightmare.
While Sebastian clearly had a sadist streak to him, he made sure my pain was a gateway to pleasure. My cries turned him on, my tears made him fuck me harder, and in return my pleasure bloomed like a fresh spring flower. I couldn’t explain it. It was odd, something I had never experienced before. He made me come in the midst of molding my walls to his flesh and I enjoyed it. All of it, the pain, the cries and the roughness. I glanced out the window and focused on the snow-covered pine trees. Stretching my legs, they reminded me of the pain between them, and I winced as I moved.
Sebastian had trauma, and so did I. I wondered if our broken pasts had anything to do with the way he fucked me. The way he hurt me. Would it be the same if I wasn’t some dirty street girl he found in his castle? I could see myself growing addicted to the pleasure, which was a dangerous notion with a man like Sebastian. Despite his obvious sexual attraction to me, he was careful to keep an emotional distance.
I sat up on the bed and realized that I was alone. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen, and I wasn’t entirely surprised. Still, there was a lonely ache in my chest as I got out of his bed and started searching for my clothing.
I couldn’t find my panties, but my nightgown was on the floor in tatters. I vaguely recalled him ripping it off of me last night, but I was so lost in the lust and anticipation that I barely noticed. Well, shit. What was I going to wear? I briefly considered going through Sebastian’s dresser to look for a shirt, but quickly dismissed the idea. I instinctively knew that he wouldn’t want me rifling around his personal stuff, even if it was just clothing. Without any other options, I pulled the white sheet off the bed and wrapped it around my body.
The floor was cold against my feet as I headed back to my wing of the castle. I didn’t run into anyone along the way, and it was almost a disappointment. I wanted to see Sebastian, even though I suspected he’d be just as cold and distant as ever, despite what happened last night. Why was I looking to connect with the guy? I knew that this was just about sex.
When I reached my rooms, I headed straight for the bathroom. It was less impressive than the one in Sebastian’s wing, but it was still big and luxurious. I stepped into the glass-enclosed shower and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. It felt amazing on my skin, the heat helping to work out any lingering soreness in my muscles.
I washed my hair, pausing when my hand ran over my neck. The memory of Sebastian nipping at my skin there came to the surface, and I felt an almost shocking streak of arousal. I never would have thought I was the type of woman that liked it rough, especially since my history was full of harsh touches and cruelty.
But it didn’t feel like that with Sebastian. There was something about the controlled way he handled me that was erotic and safe, a combination that I wouldn’t have believed existed just a few weeks ago.
After taking a shower, I removed the bandage from my arm, being cautious not to hurt myself further. Since the bandage had become wet, it needed to be replaced, but I was also curious to see the extent of the injury. To my surprise, the incision was small, which was unexpected considering the size of the implant that he had removed and thrown away.
The cut had already scabbed over, so I simply replaced the bandage and went into the bedroom to get dressed. I chose a pair of high-waisted fleece-lined black leggings and a soft cream sweater that wrapped me in warmth and comfort. It was one of the new outfits Sebastian had bought me, and it filled me with a sense of appreciation. It was probably a simple thing to him, buying clothing for someone that was going to carry his child, but I’d gone without for so long that it meant everything to me to have something nice to wear, something that actually covered my body.
As I slipped on a pair of dainty ballet flats, my stomach grumbled, urging me to head downstairs in search of food. On the dining room table, I found a spread of breakfast foods, though I felt a pang of disappointment when I realized Sebastian wasn’t there. I pushed the feeling aside, took a seat, and began loading pancakes onto my plate.
A pot of coffee sat on a warmer in the middle of the table and I had my heart set on a nice cup to wake me up, but Barclay suddenly appeared and snatched it away. I looked up at him with a frown, anticipating that he would insist on pouring it for me, as he often did for Sebastian. However, he simply turned and walked away, leaving me confused and empty-handed.
“Hey, I want some of that,” I called out. He stopped and turned around, but he didn’t bring it back.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible. You’ll be pregnant soon, and you should get used to not drinking coffee. Caffeine isn’t good for the baby.”
“I’m not pregnant yet.”
Barclay’s brow furrowed as he shot me a stern look—as if I was a child—and he walked away without bothering to argue.
I briefly considered following him to press the issue, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t do any good. If Sebastian decreed, I couldn’t have the stuff, there was no way his butler would give it to me.
Still, I grumbled under my breath as I finished eating.
After I was done, I roamed the castle. I told myself it was because I was bored and there was so much to explore, but I knew in my heart that I was really hoping to run into Sebastian. My body hummed with anticipation at the mere thought of him, and I hoped he was planning to fuck me again. It would probably take more than one time to get pregnant, right?
