“Why do you have it?” He whispers the question that deep down, I know he already knows the answer to. I can see the gravity in his eyes as he realizes there’s only one way I could have this symbol. Soon, when the phone starts ringing off the hook, and the company and family are all thrown into a panic, Henry will need to be very strong. Everyone will want something from him, and it will be a stressful time. We’ll get through it. Together. But for right now, he’s mine, andfuckthe rest of the world.
I kiss him sweetly as I lube myself up, notching the head of my strap-on at the well-prepped ring of his ass. Pushing one of his knees up and back with my hand, I use the other to continueworking his cock. With one strong push, I slowly ease my way into his tightness, greedily taking in every minute detail of his expression.
The pinch of pain, the blown pupils, the twitch of his cock, the shake of his thighs…it’s all so delicious. I can see why he gets off on my pleasure and my pain. I think of taking him in a million ways, wishing I could fill him up with my essence the same way he does me. Once I’m fully seated, I pause, the feeling of my hips flush with his erotic and overwhelming.
“I killed your father today.”
Hearing me say it so explicitly must make it more real, and his eyes widen as I begin to thrust, feeling giddy with joy at the gift I’ve given my husband.
“He went too far last week. You could havedied,Henry. I’m pregnant, and he could have killed you and left me alone. Alone with our baby! Do you understand what that did to me? To see you like that?”
I squeeze his cock harder, and he moans, torn between paying attention to me and losing himself in the pleasure. It’s a decent-sized dick in his ass, so I’m not surprised that he’s struggling. I loosen my grip on his cock to give him a fighting chance.
“Today, he wanted to see me. Nobody else was there, and I thought for a moment that he’d kill me before I had the chance to get the upper hand. Instead, do you know what he did, baby?”
There’s no chance for him to answer as I work him harder and fuck him faster, the base of the strap rubbing my clitjustright, keeping me on the edge. His eyes are all mine, though, looking at me as I’m meant to be looked at—fear, lust, disbelief,love, adoration.Like I’m a vengeful goddess, and he’s horny but afraid.As he should be.
“He threatened me.Me!And our baby. He wanted me to get an abortion and leave. So really, dear, he had to go. It was cleanand easy, and now our life isours.My gift to us, baby. Our little family is safe.”
We’re both on edge now, and I lean down again to try to draw blood from his bottom lip. Ineedto taste it. His DNA grows inside me, and his cum is about to coat us both, but I need everything. Every fiber of this man needs to be in me and on me at all times. He’smine.
“Come for me, Henry. Thank me for killing your father and for fucking your ass, and come for me. I know you can. You’re my best boy.”
That does it. He roars his release, coating his chest and my hand. His gaze never leaves mine, and I follow him into ecstasy as he bands his arms around me, pulling me tightly against his chest. Finally, I slowly pull myself out of him, enjoying the whimper he can’t help when the wide head falls free of his ass. I unclip myself and curl into his side, laughing as he rubs his cum into my skin as if it’s lotion.
Once the passion of the moment fades, the gravity of what I’ve done seems to hit him all at once. He plays with the ring on my thumb before regarding me again with love, fear, and confusion.
“I know you told me why, and I understand. If the shoe were on the other foot…But how, Blanche? Without any evidence?”
“Your father was deathly allergic to peanuts.”
“What?”
“Mm-hmm. Very few people knew. He played it off as hating them so he wouldn’t seem weak. But it was a fatal allergy. I laced a cigar with peanut powder, and by smoking it, he accelerated the reaction since he helpfully delivered my toxin straight to his lungs.”
He’s quiet, staring at me and alternating between playing with the signet ring on my thumb and my wedding ring.
“Thank you,” he whispers, and I see tears in his eyes. “I do think he would have killed me sooner or later. I don’t know whyI was never strong enough to stand up to him. If I had heard him threaten your life, or…or the baby’s, I think I would have been able to. I’m sorry you had to do this.”
“I would do any number of things for you, Mr. Sinclair.” My voice is so soft that I wonder at first if he heard me, but the gentle kiss he places on my forehead assures me that he did.
“I love you, Mrs. Sinclair. We have a hectic season ahead of us. Taking over the company under these circumstances, welcoming this child—”
“Renovating the estate, taking what I’m sure will be a much-needed honeymoon.” I interrupt, nuzzling further into his side. “It’ll be a lot, darling, but we’ll do it. Together.”
“Together,” he agrees, and we drift off into sleep.
Chapter thirty-three
“Kat? I thought you and Henry went to bed earlier.”
Blanche joins me in the solarium, laughing as she sees the plate of cookies balanced on my stomach. My feet are propped on the cushioned ottoman, and my glass of milk is full of crumbs from the cookies I’ve already dunked.
“We did, but I napped, then woke up hungry enough to apparently eat the entire cookie table! The giant piece of cake I found in the kitchen is already gone. This is my second course.”
She sits down next to me on the couch and laughs. “I had a rather problematic sweet tooth myself when I was pregnant with Henry. His father was constantly outsourcing my ever-changing cravings. One night it would be cheesecake, the next, brownies from a bakery across town. I’m surprised you were able to make it down here alone.”
She’s not wrong about that. It’s a testament to how exhausted Henry was today that he didn’t stir when I got out of bed. He’ll be angry that I came down alone, but I left a note on his chest so that he won’t worry.
