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His eyes caress my face, and I continue my gaze down his neck, where there is a barcode tattoo.
I whisper, "You're gorgeous."
"Don't," he chokes out.
He is, but he won't hear it because on this island, the City of God, he isn't. But to me and the female population who has a pulse, Killian Cross is fucking hot.
My cheeks heat, and his left brow rises in mock surprise. "Are you blushing?"
I look away, embarrassed about getting caught fangirling him with a playful smile.
He points at my face. "You are." I snag my bottom lip with my teeth to make myself stop, but I frown when I see that his face hardens. "Don't pity me or feel sorry for me. The last thing I want is for you to lie to me and tell me what I already know. I wanted to show you because the day is going to come when I fuck you." My eyes flick up to meet his eyes, my jaw set. His eyes search mine, but for what, I don't know. "I'm not going to be wearing it. I'm going to look you in the eyes, knowing I'm putting my child inside you."
Oh fuck.
"Then what?"
His jaw clenches. His right eye shifts like a predator, and his left eye darkens. "You bear me a kid."
"And then what?" I challenge.
He gets up from the bed. "I haven't decided."
I stand. "If you think I'm going to have a child and leave it with you so you can then get rid of me or whatever sick plan runs through that thick skull of yours, then I suggest you annul the marriage and find someone else to marry because I'm not the one."
His lip curls into a snarl. "I don't work well with threats."
"Like. I. Give. A. Fuck."
I grew up without a mother, and it seems to me he wants a child just to appease the judges by continuing his family's legacy and making me the sacrifice. A woman no one would care to look for if she goes missing. Money does things to people, like making them inhumane. Evil. My father taught me that.
I would rather die than bring a child into this world knowing he or she will not have a mother because its father is a cruel bastard on a sick power trip with an agenda.
He bares his straight teeth and dips his head. "Be careful, Lillith, you might wake up the beast. I guarantee you it will be a lot worse than what I look like," he warns. He looks at the bathroom and then back at me. "There is a change of clothes in the bag on the table. Get changed and meet me for dinner."
I raise my chin. "Why? So you can leave me there while you go in the bedroom and fuck." His eyes harden, and his nostrils flare, but I push. "I'm sure you have them holed up somewhere waiting for you. You could have saved yourself the money, you know–– shack up with one of your skanks in secret and let her have your child. But that would go against the rules, wouldn't it?"
I flinch when he rushes me, closing my eyes and waiting for the blow. My father hit me a couple of times for running my mouth. I shouldn't expect anything less from him.
He lets out a breath. "You think I'm going to hit you?" My eyes pop open, and I realize I have my hands up, covering my face defensively, waiting for him to hit me. I lower them and look away. "Who hit you? And don't lie to me."
I remain quiet and move to go around him, but he grips my arm and stops me before I exit to retrieve the bag.
"I'm sorry. I run my mouth sometimes. It's none of my business who you take to your bed. You've made that clear." I rip my arm away from his grasp, refusing to answer him. I ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach, clawing my insides, because he didn't say he was or wasn't taking anyone else to bed. He doesn't have to because he already showed me.
"How was it?"
I look up from the screen working on the server while Ciro codes. "How was what?"
"Your honeymoon, dick," he deadpans. "I thought it would be more than a day with her, but I guess you didn’t want to take it slow."
My fingers pause over the keys on the pad. "I took her on the boat alone for one day so that no one would think any different. Nothing happened except that I showed her what to expect."
"You mean you showed her your face. And?"
I steeled my jaw because it’s a touchy subject for me. She is beautiful, and I'm a monster who had to pay to have a wife who looked like her.
I didn't ask her to marry me. I forced her to through her piece of shit father. It didn't take a genius to know that he hit her when she spoke her mind. I felt like an animal on the night of my own wedding. Lillith thought I would hit her.
