I wonder if this is normal, to agree to create a child like signing a business contract. I suppose it must be, so I nod, excitement making my decisions for me now.
“I agree.”
His eyes gleam, and as his cock presses hard against me, my legs part as if they are in charge now, and I smile, “Go on.”
Amusement flickers in his eyes, and he shakes his head. “That’s not how this works.”
Before I can ask what the procedure is, his lips claim mine, and he holds me close against him. It’s as if this kiss is deeper, and I drown in delirium as I kiss him back, my body sparking into life as it bends to his will.
It’s as if he is controlling every part of me as he hoversagainst my pussy, pressing in hard but not quite through the door yet.
I’m impatient; it’s as if my body is aching for him, and yet my mind is wondering what the hell is going on.
He bites my neck—hard and I yelp as the pain runs through me like a wrecking ball, and before I can recover, he pushes in deep, and I scream as my body is ripped apart from the inside. It hurts so much, and tears run down my face in rivers, and then he whispers, “Nothing worth having is easy to obtain, Rose. Relax, give in to the pain.”
Images of a small version of me and one of him dance through my mind as if it’s a wild meadow, and I relax, loving the image as he moves more gently inside me. He nibbles my ear, and his thumb caresses my clit, and as I relax, the master strokes of his cock paint me in ecstasy. My mind is blown as he fills me completely, his body, his words and the images of what could be happening right now.
Another life could be starting its journey this moment in time, and then there is him. The strong body of a man who wants me is inside me right now. The painfully shy virgin who is frightened of life. I am married now. I am pleasing my husband, and I am possibly creating the next generation with a man I want more than anything.
Is this love? It could be, and so I relax and give in to the inevitable, and through pain, fear and hesitancy, a new version of me walks free. I am a woman now, his woman, and I have never felt more powerful in my life.
Julius explodes inside me with a loud roar, his body slick with sweat, mine alight with the most delicious sensation. He doesn’t pull out like I expected and instead his thumb rubs circles on my clit as he whispers, “Come for me, baby. Show me what a good girl you are.”
His words cause my body to jump off a virtual cliff, andas I fly through the clouds, I realize this is freedom at its finest. I made this happen. I determined my own future, and I don’t regret a single thing.
I am Rose Clementine Ravera, and what an amazing life she will have. What convent, what vow, because the only vows that matter now are the ones we exchanged in this hotel on what is turning out to be the best day of my life.
31
JULIUS
I’ve officially stepped off the ledge into hell because Rose deserved better. As I hold her soft body in my arms, I experience a moment’s madness. My heart is breaking for her. She deserves better than me. I hate that I’ve played straight into my father’s hands. He will consider this a win. I do not because in claiming Rose so quickly and so brutally; I have robbed her of one of the most basic pleasures a woman dreams of. Falling in love.
I’m not saying Idon’twant to make a child with Rose, or that I didn’t want to marry her. Nobody was more surprised than me when it became the most important thing in my world.
Images of her being taken from me haunt me and imagining her being taken by a callous criminal who doesn’t have her best interests at heart leaves me cold. But she belongs with me. It didn’t take long for me to realize that, and yet I’m the biggest asshole in the world right now because she deserved better than me.
For the first time in my life, I feel inadequate. As if I don’t measure up. I should have taken things slower, givenher the fairy tale, but instead I arranged a shotgun wedding of sorts and then sealed the deal almost as quickly as I said I do.
“Julius.” She sounds happy, content even, and my hold tightens as I bury my face against her hair.
“Thank you.”
I close my eyes tightly because this is God’s punishment. Can I feel any worse because she is thanking me for ruining her life? She will never be free now and always chained to the madness my world brings like a freak storm on repeat.
As I said, she deserves way better than me.
“Was it okay?”
I hate how nervous she sounds and whisper, “Baby, you have blown my mind.”
I pull back and kiss her softly, sensing I don’t really belong here. She is too good for me, and I’m the thief who just stole the rarest jewel from a collection that is priceless and doesn’t belong in my grubby fingers, and now that it’s there, I don’t really know what to do with it.
I must protect it from others who want what I have, but is it really mine?
“Do you think it worked?”
She sounds nervous, so I roll onto my back, dragging her with me and her head rests on my chest as I rub circles on her back.
