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My lips part.Say it again. Say anything again as long as you say it like that.I had no idea what to expect coming here, but I am mesmerized. It’s spiritual. It’s majestic. Breathtaking and holy. My mouth is dry, and I’m hardly breathing. I can’t look away.
Carlos removes a black onyx ring from his pinky and places it on Callisto’s. I don’t even fight the tears from falling now. The room explodes with applause as the other men stand to congratulate the two of them. I stay quietly in my spot, watching Callisto accept his responsibility with grace and confidence.
I’m proud of you too, my love.
He grabs the knife from the table, leaves the group of men and aims straight for me. His fist curls around the knife in his hand. His eyes slowly lock with mine, bruising and burning me. The space between us grows smaller. The air grows thick. Heavy with something I can’t explain. Something carnal. Something divine. Sacred. He’s close. So close that my body hums. The background noise in the room fades away. There is only this. Us.
My gaze falls to his mouth. His lips are plump and blood-stained. He brings the knife to my mouth, resting the tip against my bottom lip. I stand completely still, though my breath is ragged.
“Do it.”
A growl vibrates his chest as he presses the tip of the blade into me, breaking the tender skin. It’s a sharp sting. A gentle prick. But I am spellbound. I’m on fire.
He dips his head, sweeping his tongue across the cut. Then, his lips smash against mine. I bite his bottom lip, drawing more blood. The metallic tinge coats my tongue. He pulls my lip between his teeth, then sucks it into his mouth. The knife falls to the floor with a thud, and his hands fly up to cup my face. He’s gripping me so tightly, kissing me so deeply, consuming every part of me. Devouring me. My body arches into him, savage and unhinged.He’s hard.
He breaks away on a heavy breath. Blood smears his mouth, his teeth, his chin. He doesn’t bother to wipe it away. Neither do I. “There’s no taking it back now, angel. You. Are. Mine.”
* * *
After the celebration is over and the crowd has gone home, we’re back at the hotel in the comfort of a king-sized bed, and I decide it’s time. Finally.
No more secrets.
I let out a breath and the weight of the last couple of weeks floats into the open air. My stomach is in knots—the good kind. The butterfly kind. The kind that happens when you’re waiting for them to announce the winner of an award you’ve been nominated for. The kind you get when you’re next in line to ride a rollercoaster. Anxious. Nervous. Excited.
Callisto is lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, staring at me in that way that makes my entire body come alive.
“You know,” I say, trailing my fingertips across his chest and down his body. I take his hand and place it on my stomach. “There’s one more title you can add to your impressive resume, Mr. Suppato.”
I let go of his hand, and he draws circles around my belly button. I swallow, then wet my lips.Oh, God. I’m doing this.
“What’s that, sweetness?”
My heart pounds faster. Louder. This is it. This is the moment.
I take a deep breath. Blow it out. Close my eyes. “Dad.”
He doesn’t say a word as his hand falls from my stomach.
This moment that I’d been playing on a loop in my mind for weeks is filled with cutting silence and thick tension. Two hours ago, I felt like we could conquer the world. Not anymore. All the hope drains from my heart, and I suddenly feel delicate and breakable.I open my eyes, and the look he gives me snatches the breath from my lungs. I was reading him wrong all along.
He doesn’t want this.
I think I’m going to be sick.
“You’re sure?” he asks, finally, and my heart starts to beat again.
“Yes.” My voice cracks, my words not more than a broken whisper. “And there’s no taking it back so—”
His hand lifts to my face. The look in his eye is foreboding, dark, and dangerous. His fingertips slide into my hair as his grip tightens. “I don’t want to take it back.”
A lone tear escapes and trickles over my temple. “But you aren’t happy.”
He pinches his eyes closed for a split second. When he looks at me again, the darkness is gone, replaced by something else—pain. “I can’t think of anything I want more in this world than to have you carry my child.”
“Then why—”
My words are cut short when Callisto leans in and presses his lips against mine. His hand inches slowly back down to my stomach. The tension that suffocated me earlier melts away. My heart feels as if it could shatter into a million pieces from the sheer gentleness of his touch.
