Chapter 1
Diamond
There were candles lit and the room seemed barely visible. My eyes struggled to adjust as I lay where I was trying to figure things out. Things began to come back to me. A sensation flew over my body. Someone was between my legs, slowly kissing all along the insides of my thighs until finally my pussy. I couldn’t pretend to be asleep any longer. There was no way that I could fight it. My knees began to quiver with pure delight. I hadn’t had a man between my legs in months…
A soft moan escaped my lips. “Mmmm,” I moaned.
“That’s it baby, wake up for me.”
His voice.
Surely, this was another cruel dream, in the last few months there had been many of them.
There was no way he was here with me.
Right?
Thierry had gone missing months ago. We’d presumed that he’d died in the fire on his family’s estate even though we’d never found his body. Or….or that someone had killed him a long ways away from the estate not leaving a trace of his being.
I had to be dreaming.
I have to be.
There was no way he would put me through something like that. He wouldn’t put his brother through something like that.
Hope dared to bloom in my chest. I wanted to give in to the pleasure, but I remembered myself. What I’d been going through. The immense guilt that I had felt over how horrible I’d been to him.
“Get the fuck away from me!”
Thierry stopped his movements. I was wearing a dress and sorely tempted to take one of my very swollen feet and nail him in the face. God, what was in the hell was going on? Getting myself back under control, I bunched the floral blanket up in my fist. The fabric felt scratchy and uncomfortable. The room we occupied had a weird rancid smelling odor. Every little thing offended my senses these days because my sense of smell had increased.
Reaching for the lamp and turning it on, I took him in.
He was alive.
He was breathing.
I was going to kill him.
“Thierry…”
His hair had grown out longer than I’d ever seen it. It was touching his shoulders. His beard was longer too and completely unkempt and his brown eyes looked hungry. It was like seeing a God in person.
A shudder ran through me. Just moments ago, he’d been eating my pussy.
Looking around I didn’t see my purse. Maybe I’d dropped it back in the parking lot. Panic wanted to flood my body and I tried to push it away. The baby gave a sharp kick as if letting me know that they were still there.
“Where’s my bag?”
He laughed. “Why so you can shoot me?”
I growled. “You’re already dead.”
“And you’re pregnant,” he looked straight at my belly.
“This baby is not yours,” I bit out.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh really?”
