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I lick my lips. “I will spend a lifetime pleasuring you if you submit to me, Penny.” I lean down and attack her neck. Kissing, sucking, and nipping at her skin. “We could be everything.”
She nods and closes her eyes, breathing heavily. I can feel her leg shaking, so I pull out of her and turn her around, bending her over. I push back into her and move a little faster.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps. “Kervyn. I can’t. I need.”
I smirk and hold her hips, moving my hips fast enough that I’m not giving her a chance to recover from every time I slam into her.
I grunt and push deep inside of her, reaching around to finger her clit as I do so. Penny arches her back and cries out, her legs shaking violently as she chases her orgasm.
Once she’s done, I help her back up and bring her under the hot water. I pick up a sponge and slowly wash her, but she stops me. She takes the sponge from me and starts to scrub my chest. “I don’t know if this is the right thing to do,” she whispers. “I need time.”
“You have a lifetime with me to figure it out,” I murmur. “All I ask is that you give whatever we are a chance.”
She nods and looks up at me. “I can try. I’m still not sure I trust you, but I can try.”
I smile and stroke her face gently. “We can conquer this together.”
I take the sponge and start to wash her off, massaging her muscles as I work the sponge.
She sighs and relaxes, and I know we’ve done the right thing. I will always be the only one she feels on her skin, and I’ll ensure that. I don’t want her to ever feel unsafe in my world. I want her to feel like the Queen she is going to be, and I don’t care if that means I have to slaughter the world to prove it.
Zakhar was the first to try his luck, and he won’t be the last, but I will protect her from everything.
I would sacrifice myself to do it.
Chapter 14 - Penny
The days pass by slowly, and although Kervyn is still cold and calculating in front of the staff and men, there are moments when I catch him alone when I see a different side of him for the briefest of moments. I so desperately want to bring that side out because maybe, if that side does exist, I can come to peace with the path I’m being forced down.
He’s allowing Asher to come over and plan the wedding with me, and Asher’s been given access to an account to plan the gender reveal. This means she has to talk to Kervyn’s family, which is quite funny to hear her comment about them afterward when we text.
Although, she isn’t giving away any of the details of the party because she wants it to be a surprise.
It almost seems normal to have her come over and sit on the terrace with me while we indulge in the luxurious food and discuss the wedding. So far, we’ve been going over what Kervyn’s family wants for the wedding, and Asher has been trying to push me to talk to him about what I want.
It’s the only wedding I’m going to have, according to him, and I do want certain things. We’ve discussed it in private, Asher and I, but I haven’t mentioned it to Kervyn.
Today is no different as Asher spreads preserves over her overly-buttered toast.
“I’m just saying, maybe if you approach him about it and he sees you want to participate, he’ll let you have some things you want for the wedding,” she says before taking a big bite of her crunchy toast.
“Look, he is being very generous with the wedding, but I think his family is very traditional and wants things to be a certain way. I don’t want to upset the apple cart.” I reach for some more grapes. I’ve been trying to avoid junk food while I’m pregnant.
“Yes, but maybe they’re only planning it this way because he still thinks you don’t want it. I mean, from what you’ve told me and the way you gush about him, I’d swear you were falling for him.” She grins.
“Oh, hush,” I say, blushing crimson. “I am not falling for the guy who abducted me. I’m doing what I need to do for my baby and to survive.”
Asher holds up a hand, then leans forward and takes mine. “I know, darling. But you need to start adjusting your life to accommodate all these things that will be a permanent feature. Maybe try to make the most of it. He is hot after all and rich as fuck.”
“That’s not what I see when I look at him, and that’s not all that matters about a boy. You’re Italian. You’re supposed to be all about the romance,” I tease.
“So, there is romance?” she asks, grinning. “And that’s a terrible stereotype.”
“There is no romance,” I say firmly.
“Except he rescued you from his evil cousin who wanted to hurt you, and then you made passionate love in the shower,” she teases.
My blush deepens. “Keep this up, and you’ll never hear a juicy morsel again.”
