I glower at him. “You’re a monster.”
“Am I?” He erases more of the space. “And here I was thinking I was going to keep you and my future child safe.”
Lies.
I don’t believe him. He’s probably trying to butter me up so I don’t run to the cops.
“Are we done here?”
“I dunno, princess,” he mutters. “Are we? Except for our random hook-up so I can get you pregnant.”
I immediately blush furiously. The heat crawling up my neck and burning my skin into backing down and shutting up.
I stare at him, willing my pulse to slow, but it just thunders wildly in my ears. “So, what? I just lie here and let you use me like some object?”
“Is that what it felt like the other day?”
“I didn’t feel anything.”
“Didn’t feel that way when your sweet cunt squeezed my cock and you came. You’re the one who dropped the bomb about being pregnant. I was going to take this slow. “
“You’re anidiotif you thought your father was believing that.”
“It didn’t matter. I showed up at a dinner I was requested to go to. You were just supposed to sit there and look pretty. Nothing more.”
I exhale. “Then tell the doctor I’m not pregnant.”
“Hard pass.” His gaze slowly descends my body, lingering too long on places I wish he wouldn’t. “I’m starting to like the idea.”
I swallow hard, trying to push past the knot in my throat. His words wrap around me, but beneath that, there’s an undeniable pull. An electric tension I can’t deny even if I wanted to.
“You’re mine, Sienna. Not just because of this damn contract or the stupid deal we made. You’re the only thing I want in this life that doesn’t make me want to punch a wall.”
His honesty cuts sharper than any insult.
I blink, trying to steady myself, but he’s not done. He reaches out, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear, thumb ghosting over my cheek.
“And you’d better get used to it.”
The room feels electric, and I want to pull away, to shove him, but my body betrays me with a small shiver.
“Don’t get cocky,” I whisper, voice trembling more than I want to admit. “Outside these walls, I’ll play my part. But I’ll never want you.”
He grins, victorious. “Challenge accepted. But, this time, I’ll make sure you can’t deny it when you’re begging me for more.”
Those words break the spell he has over me, and I pull away from his touch, putting some inches between us.
“You better pray you get me pregnant before the end of the month,” I ground out, the words making me sick to my stomach. “Because it’s going to start feeling like rape.”
Ben’s expression turns dark.
For a moment, his jaw tightens, nostrils flaring as if he’s fighting the next thing in his head.
Then, without another word, he turns sharply and strides toward the door. The weight of his steps reverberates through the room like those hidden thoughts demand to leave his mouth.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath before slamming the door behind him.
I’m left standing there. My heart pounding in the silence at his sudden departure.
