“How much did you pay her?”
“She’s set for the rest of her life.”
“Why did you do it?”
“I want you to have my baby.”
“That’s not a decision you make on your own, Art!”
“It’s done. Get over it.”
“This isn’t about you wanting me to be the mother of your child. You want complete control over me.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Having another baby without a ring on my finger is not an ideal situation for me.”
He pulls out of me and walks over to his desk. I remain on my back, legs spread wide with his cum trickling to the crack of my ass. He rummages through the drawer, then returns holding something.
“What do you have there?” I ask, moving to a sitting position.
He grabs my hand and slips the largest diamond I’ve ever seen onto my finger.
“Is this your way of asking me to marry you?”
“I’m not asking.”
“You’re making a hell of an assumption.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“I won’t be forced into a marriage.”
“You’re going to do exactly what I want.” His self-assurance grates on my nerves. “Resistance is futile. In a few months, your name will be Cinnamon King.”
“What you and Dr. Gates did is highly illegal…” I pause for dramatic effect. “Maybe I’ll contact the DA. You both could go to prison for a very long time.”
“Be my guest. You don’t have any proof.”
“Your phone records and bank statements can be subpoenaed.”
“Do you think I’m stupid enough to use a cell phone and bank account that can be traced back to me?” He laughs. “Come on. Give me some credit.”
“Swiss bank account? How many illegal dealings are you involved in?”
“The Falcon name wouldn’t be what it is today if only squeaky-clean tactics were used.” He smirks. “You have five minutes to clean yourself up. Thanks to you, we’re going to be late for the meeting.”
“Me? You really are a piece of work.”
“You’re not allowed in my study again.” He nods towards the blood and semen stains on the cream-colored sofa. “You ruined my sofa and broke my vase.”
“And you conspired with my doctor to get me pregnant. So yeah, my grievance is more severe than yours.”
“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep you.” The ferocity of his tone leaves me breathless. “You belong to me and always will. God help anyone who tries to take you from me.”
“I’m not a possession.”
He stoops until we’re at eye level. “Property of Arthur King is stamped on your ass.”
