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After about thirty minutes, he returned. I already had my shirt and shorts on again and looked out on the expanse of grass before a stone barrier. Even if I could escape, worse danger lurked beyond it. No matter what, I would always choose him. He made sure of that.
He came around in front of me in nothing more than a towel. "Maybe once you're pregnant, you won't be so eager to send me to another woman's bed." His chin jutted in the direction behind me. “Now, lay down, or I will leave.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Armon
Iwoke with a throb in my head and Sweet curled up in the crook of my arm. I wanted to mount her perfect naked body, but after all the fucking, my cock needed a rest. I wouldn’t let myself fall for her, so I couldn't continue to share a bed to sleep in.
Our time together was about justice and punishment for her family's actions and her cowardice. It was revenge against my bitch wife. It wasn't courtship or seeing to Sweet’s happiness. So why did I hate the hurt expressions and tears? I should delight in knowing she felt sadness. Who was she to deserve joy after not trying to find help for Katya?
In the dining area was the phone and lingerie I had Cade bring over, so I placed it and the roses by the bedside table. I also included a note to answer my calls or texts. She couldn’t contact anyone from her past since my number was the only one that could be contacted by the phone I left her.
I returned to my own bed with detest for guilt at my Sweet One’s discontent. Luckily, Nikki was already asleep when I came. At least, I thought she was until she cuddled against me. She wasn't a cuddler; she was an indifferent, self-absorbed bitch.
But my heart melted a little when she pulled my hand onto her stomach. I felt something, maybe a kick. Months ago, I would have craved this moment and closeness. Now, the only joy to it was my brother's child. This little baby within her was the only thing I had left of him.
Fury and torment had me wanting to march back to that guest house and bind my Sweet to the bed and fuck her every day until I knew she was pregnant. I wanted to punish her for the death of my brother. I wanted to make her suffer for Katya's long misery. Stupidly though, I needed to mount her and see a woman's genuine desire for me, but I clung to the feel of my brother's unborn child.
I could make out the faint delight in Nikki's eyes as she spoke. "Can you feel him?"
"Yes." I hooked an arm under her head as a pillow. I should accept this new Nikki. It would be better for Katya, who took anxiety pills at the mention of Sweet. It would be the responsible thing. Live the lie. Hope to be happy with my wife, or at least force myself to pretend to be happy.
Yet my little Sweet One lingered in my mind. Love her or hate her, punish or pleasure or ravish her, she would haunt me. She did haunt me. The thought of this bump being my child inside her sent a buzz through me. I could lay like this, so long as it was my Sweet and my child on my mind.
***
I spent the next day alone in my office. Sweet hated nothing as much as loneliness, so I made sure no one would be at the guest house to keep her company. She ruined the possibility of my satisfaction with Nikki and the children she could bear.
Child. The one child that I would take away from her.
Maybe my Sweet One pulled me from that misery, so I couldn't ever settle for the life I had. I'd become addicted to her presence. The smell and feel of her. The temper mixed with the walls she erected.
The longer the day went on, the more I sought out reasons to contact her. Finally, when I could hold back no more, I texted the phone I left for her.
Send me a picture, so I have a reason to come over there.
No response.
I should have known her pride would win over her misery. I waited. After plenty of time, I messaged again.I gave you an order.
No response.
If she thought I would tolerate her obstinance, then I would remind her of the punishment I could inflict. I paced, thinking on everything I could do to ensure her obedience. I found my cock stirring at the thought of the sting of my hand against my Sweet One's ass.
Needing my wife gone, I called Katya. "Take Nikki shopping, and don't come back until dark." Me and my Sweet would have hours, and I intended to use every one of them. My dick swelled until my pants were uncomfortably tight.
I called Cade. "I want her clean and a fucking maid outfit on her." I had to make a few more calls to make this fun.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sasha
Icouldn't bear it any longer. At times I looked at the phone, hoping for anything. At times wanting to cave and send him a picture. No, I wouldn't do that. But I wanted to. He knew this was a cruelty; that I would be broken by it. That I would give in to his demand to end my loneliness. It was my greatest weakness he mocked and would exploit until he left my mind irreparably broken.
I would rather have a shattered soul than to give in.
Cade came in with a bag and tossed it at me. "Take a shower and put this on."
