I thrust into her harder, take her deeper, let her moans spur me on and enjoy the moment we share between us as she comes beautifully, and takes me into bliss along with her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
–LUELLA –
I place a mug with coffee on the bedside table for Macsen and walk around the bed to sit on my side against the headboard.My hands are warm from cupping my second cup of coffee as I stare down at a sleeping Macsen.
The man is ruggedly handsome.The hard angles of his face are slightly relaxed, making him more approachable.Broad muscled shoulders, one of them carrying some kind of Celtic knot tattoo.Along his side is a larger tattoo of more swirls and knots leading down to his leg.The man is completely ripped.Lean and yet the man’s charisma combined screams strength.
I fought him the first time we met.I’ve felt the brutal strength and essentially overpowered him in a frozen second when he discovered the person he was fighting was a woman.That’s how I was able to place my knife at his throat and walk into the warehouse holding him captive.
Over the years I’ve fought many men, most knew their time was up when I confronted them, but Macsen fought...almost overpowered me...and then gifted me with a moment of his weakness.That fragment of a second drew me in, and it’s probably why I took the opportunity of spending the night in his bed when it was presented to me.
The comfort, pleasure, and warmth he cocooned me with was a unique experience.It threw me off, and it’s why I lashed out at Macsen the morning after when my father came to the clubhouse to return Livi and Kenz, indicating our time together was up.
Ever since my father told me about my first arranged marriage, I allowed myself the occasional daydream.Being a wife, becoming a mother, living a completely different life than the one I was used to.An untouchable mirage disappearing into thin air because life truly sucks no matter what.
Though, as I stare down at Macsen who groans and rolls onto his back, throwing a muscled arm over his eyes?I wonder why I couldn’t have the kind of nights and mornings we just had every day of my life.
My life.As if I had one.The way I was raised would horrify most people, and here I am complaining while my father has always been there for me.As a kid growing up, he sat right next to me watching cartoons, eating ice cream, making me bubble baths.He didn’t mistreat me, and I remember all too well it was me who told him I wanted to learn about weapons.
He started sharing hints of information with me and I’d always give him my opinion, even if I was only ten years old.As the years passed my self-defense training and gymnastics turned into rougher and harder training to fine-tune my skills.I’ve always sought the approval of my father, followed his advice and orders, never realizing there would come a time we would grow apart.
My father’s actions, setting up the arranged marriage, might have come due to ulterior motives, but he must have known it would drive a wedge between us.Lies have a way of bubbling to the surface.Then he repeated history...well, this arranged marriage shouldn’t take place because I killed my fiancé.Yet, it turned into something messier.
Macsen groans and I feel the reminder of his mouth between my legs.Not just his mouth, his cock spent a lot of time inside me over the night.No condom.There should be warning bells going off inside my head and yet the possibility of a pregnancy doesn’t scare me.Especially not now with the bond between my father and I disrupted.
A child would be a new beginning.A chance to cut out my old life and start to focus on life instead of torture, destruction, and death.One thing’s for sure, though.I would never take advantage of the power a parent holds over a child.
“I smell coffee,” Macsen rumbles.
The way Macsen reacted when he found out about my situation tells me he agrees with me.Which also makes me wonder if he knows the risks he took by taking me without a condom.
Without thinking I blurt, “Do you want kids?”
Macsen slowly drops his arm from his face and lifts himself into a sitting position.
