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“I know you don’t want him, but I hope one day that changes. He’s going to need his father. Especially after I’m gone,” she finishes in a whisper, and my heart starts to race.
I stand from the bed and move to the door. This was a mistake. I need to leave.
* * *
My Kitten jumpsme the minute I return, and I let her. I need something to take my mind off of Cat. She kisses down my neck, and I toss her on the bed, kissing her lips. Her nails cling to the back of my neck, and she rocks her hips against mine. I shift, willing my dick to get hard, but it’s not working. I lean over and tease her nipples, and she moans.
“Please, Rexley,” she whimpers and I move down her body, licking and nipping as I go. She reaches down and grips my dick, but it’s not into this. I quickly get her off and let her play with me. She frowns at my lack of erection, and I sigh.
“I think I’m just tired, Kitten.” She nods, then leaves the bed to clean up. Fuck! I punch my pillow, then roll over and try to sleep.
“Marry me, Cat, have this baby with me and be mine forever.” I give her a big grin, and she shakes her head, but she’s smiling.
“You already have me forever, Rexley Scott. But this is crazy. We’re so young.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her hard, sighing against her lips.
“You make me the happiest I have ever been, Kitty. I can’t live without you…”
I wake up in a cold sweat. Kitten is on her side, fast asleep, and I watch her for a few minutes as my heart rate slows down. This is wrong. Everything is so wrong. What the fuck have I done? I climb off the bed and shuffle quietly to the door.
I pass the kitchen and stop, getting a cold drink. There is a plate of my favorite cookies, wrapped up on a plate on the counter, and I help myself to a few with a smile. I remember when Cat used to bake me these before every big game. I called them my good luck snack.
A noise catches my attention, and I glance up to Cat. “Oh, sorry. I just need a snack. I seem to always be hungry these days,” she says with a soft smile. I push the plate closer to her, and she joins me. Getting to my feet, I move over to the fridge and pour us two glasses of milk.
She groans after biting into a cookie, and my dick becomes rock hard. I move closer to her, and she freezes, watching me cautiously.
“I pictured a night like this for years. Me and you, just spending time together. I built this place for us. I wanted us to build a future here. To be happy here. But I guess fairy tales are just that, a tale.” She finishes her bite then places her hand on mine.
“I miss the old days. Before all the secrets and lies. When we would curl up on the couch and watch a movie. Would you like to do that now? Matthan is asleep.” I grimace at the name, but nod. She gives me her first real smile in weeks, and I lean down to kiss her. She holds her hand up and presses it against my chest.
“I’m sorry, I can’t. You're married to my sister. Unless it’s to try for another baby. I just can’t.” Her eyes tear up, and I fight my anger. I grab my glass and the plate of cookies, then head to the living room. I don’t spend a lot of time in here, but I did design it for this purpose. There are large leather couches and a huge screen to watch movies on. Cat takes a seat in the corner, and I take the one next to her, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch, I toss it over her legs.
I turn on the TV and pull up a list of movies. We pick one at random and settle in. About twenty minutes into the film, Cat curls closer to me and rests her head on my shoulder, falling asleep. She sighs in contentment, and I groan. Gently laying her down on the sofa, I remove her sleep shorts, careful not to wake her.
I always did like touching her when she was asleep and didn’t know. I slip off my own shorts and lean over top of her. She has been playing hard to get, and I’ve about had it. I have let her live. She promised me my princess, and it’s time for her to keep up her end of the deal. I rub the tip of my dripping cock along her slit, then ease in. She cries out in pain and jolts up. I wrap my hand around her throat, keeping her still.
“No, Rexley. Stop. It hurts. Please. It’s too soon.” She begs and pleads for me to stop, but the more she fights, the more I crave my release. I will own this little body and fill it with my cum. I will breed her again and again until she gives me what I want.
“I have been nice, Cat. You owe me,” I growl, then shift my hips faster, plunging in all the way to the hilt. She lets out a piercing scream, and there are tears and snot running down her face, but I don’t care. It just turns me on more. She gushes, and I groan, picking up speed.
“That’s it, baby. Soak my cock,” I growl then press my lips to hers. Her body is frozen, and she’s not looking at me or fighting anymore. My balls tingle, and I explode deep inside her. I rest for a moment, and when I pull out, she still doesn’t look at me.
“Cat,” I yell, slapping her along the cheek. Blood gushes down her thighs and soaks us both.
“Fuck, baby, Kitty. No. I’m sorry. Not again.” I pull her up into my arms, but she still won’t acknowledge me. I rush her into the medical room, and call someone I know on the island. He doesn’t know anything about us, but I wanted him on standby for the birth of our princess.
He tells me what to do and I prep an IV and bag of her blood type. I also give her a shot of Pitocin to try and stop the bleeding, as well as pressing towels against the flow, and massage her abdomen.
“Please, Cat, I was wrong. I can’t lose you. I need you,” I cry into her hair as I watch the life fade from her blue eyes. A baby cries from down the hall, and I shiver. She can’t leave me. She promised. Nicole rushes in with the doctor and takes one look at Cat. His face pales of all color, and he looks sick.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. I let the doctor get to work and push her from the room.
“Go, get the baby and calm him down. Everything is fine, Kitten,” I tell her, and like the good little wifey she is, she listens.
“Sir, what happened? We need to get her into an OR, immediately. She needs more than I can handle.” He starts to panic, but I move closer to my Kitty.
“We don’t have time. This room is sterile, you need to open her up and pack the uterus to stop the bleeding. I would do it myself, but I am too close to the patient, and my hands won’t stop shaking,” I order him. He gulps and looks at me with fear, but nods.
I watch him fight to save her life as I run my hands through her matted, blonde hair. I’m an idiot. She told me it wasn’t safe, and once again, I didn’t listen. This is just like before.
