Eyeing his thick rod and its slippery head, I whisper, “For putting on lipstick for someone else.”
“Damn right. And for laughing with someone else. For giving someone else your sweet fairy smile. For making all those people fucking look at you back at the shop.”
My breaths are harsh. “I didn’t… I didn’t know someone was looking at me.”
His free hand goes for my braid then and he uses it to tug my head back and bend down over me. “Because you never know, do you? Because you live in your fucking la-la land, yourrosy tits jiggling in your rosy dresses when you walk. Your sweet pregnant belly sticking out, all ripe and juicy.”
I dig my nails in his thighs. “Roman —”
His eyes are all mean too, predatory. “You know, I thought you’re pregnant now. My Fae is pregnant, her belly’s swollen and right there for all the world to see. For all the men to keep away from. But no, that’s not the case, is it?” His teeth clench, his fingers in my hair tightening. “They still look at you. They still want to sniff around your skirt. They want to know what’s under it. They want your creamy tits and your big belly. They want you for themselves, my pregnant ballerina, and fuck yeah, it drives me fucking crazy. It drives me to kill.Youdrive me to kill. Are you going to apologize for that, Fae? For making me want to kill every man who looks at you.”
I arch my neck up even more. “Yes. I will. For everything.”
His chest is moving up and down with his noisy, growling breaths. “Then you better take off your dress. You better show me that pregnant belly wheremybaby sleeps. While you suck on the thing that got you pregnant.”
And so I take off my dress for him and cradle the precious belly he gave me, making his eyes flash with primitive possessiveness, making him growl deep in his chest.
Then I take him in my mouth.
I suck on his dick.
That never ever fits in my mouth.
His monster, villainous,tastydick, dick that got me pregnant, that never fits in my good girl, fairy mouth.
I go for it anyway and he grunts and curses.
Even his knees tremble, my big, bad villain.
And that’s such a happy thought, such a satisfying thought that soon I’m taking him all in.
I’m taking him in my throat.
I wonder if my slender throat swells up with his huge dick. If he can see it. If he can see that his pretty and mean cock is inside of me and stretching my throat.
I hope he can.
I really do.
I hope he can feel how much I love him.
And when he comes in my mouth and I swallow what he gives me, I hope he can feel that I’m going to do anything to give him the dream that he doesn’t even know he has.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The Hero
Iknow something is off.
Something has to be for my father to call me into his study.
He hasn’t called me in here in months.
Usually we see each other at the office and that’s all we can take of each other. Besides, I’ve been right under his nose every day so I thought I was free.
Of this suffocating office at least.
But apparently not, because he’s called me in on Sunday morning. It’s fine though.
