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The next morning, I stumble to the bathroom to catch my breath after Kieran just spent an hour pounding me into the mattress. He climbed on top of me the moment I woke up, and I didn’t even get a chance to pee.
I amble to the toilet, sitting behind an octagonal privacy wall, and the euphoric feeling of emptying my bladder steals my attention for a moment as I close my eyes.
When I open them, Kieran is standing in front of me, naked, with a half-erect cock. He folds his arms across his chest, the muscles in his shoulders and biceps taking my breath away every damn time.
Just not now. I push on his sculpted abs. “Do you mind? My legs are spread so I can pee. Give me a minute, you beast.”
Kieran huffs a laugh. “I saw some blood on the sheets. Are you okay?”
My body tenses. My period. I should have gotten it a few days ago, actually. I’ve been a little crampy. But I’ve been busy with schoolwork. And between spending an hour a day shaving to keep myself smooth the way Kieran likes it, and then being railed for hours, I’ve lost all track of time.
Maybe my period is just light this month from the stress finally catching up to me.
“Bella,” Kieran calls out to me and then crouches, ignoring the fact that I’m on the toilet. “Did you get your period?” He’s expecting me to be pregnant. And given we saw a very pregnant woman last night, he might see me as…defective ifIcan’t pregnant. But it’s because I’m still taking those pills.
“I… I guess. Was there a lot of blood?” I push a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry. I’ll pull the sheets off and wash them myself.”
“I already stripped the bed.” He brushes my cheek. “Don’t worry about the sheets. Are you all right? Are you in pain?”
Is that a trick question? “A little,” I say, to slide by on a technicality because my pussy is sore as hell from all the sex.
“I was hoping you’d be pregnant.” His intense green eyes bore into me, and in that moment, I want to be pregnant.
That fades when I think of his mother and seven pregnancies to carry eight kids. And how I might bulk up. I heard that’s when powerful men get mistresses. They watch a kid pop out of your pikachu and never want to put their face near it again. A sudden prudishness comes over them, thinking they can’t get nasty with the mother of their children.
“I’m sorry,” I say to play on his sympathies. Iamsorry, in a way.
I’m only twenty-one, and I really want to finish my degree. I hope Marilyn gives me feedback on my independent study project and maybe hires me to get experience. Even when I do become a mother, I assume Kieran will hire me a nanny, and the children will be enrolled in an expensive preschool.
“Don’t apologize, bella.” He kisses my forehead and stands up, my lips in line with his cock.
God, that thing is beautiful and deadly. Kieran smirks, catching me looking at it. “I guess it’s another month of unbridled fucking, aye?”
“Aye,” I mimic him, attempting the accent.
I peek over the privacy wall to watch him open the glass doors and step into the shower, his muscles flaring as he moves. I look at him and then at me, not a dent of muscle on me. All round, curvy flesh with a potbelly of baby fat that Kieran seems to love.
The shower quickly steams up, and I watch for another minute as he lathers himself with expensive and amazing-smelling bodywash.
I get up and notice a few spots of blood on the toilet paper, too.Hmmm.
“Joining me?” Kieran asks from the open door, the steam pluming out behind him. The man is a machine. “Orgasms are great for cramps.”
How he knows this boggles the mind. “In a minute.”
“That wasn’t exactly an optional invitation, wife.” His voice gets dark.
“Be right there, husband.”
He closes the door, and I skip into the bedroom to look at my phone. I had an app on my other one that tracked my period, but I didn’t load it onto the new phone. I’ve marked my calendar with a fake assignment for school to note the days I got it.
Sure enough, I’m late getting it, so that’s odd. I blame it on all the sex. Not to mention all the cum jammed inside me. That’s got to be throwing my system off.
I go still, realizing I’m also out of pills.
I return to the bathroom and slip into the shower, where I’m immediately pushed against the wall, lifted up, and filled with a cock. “You feel so fucking good. My Isabella, you were made for me. Every inch of this curvy body is mine. Now I’m going to consume you with every inch of me.”
An orgasm tears through me right away from the angle and deep-as-shit penetration. Cramps. Gone.
