“I don’t have an IUD. I was on the pill until several days ago.”
“You have an IUD. Cat inserted one when she examined you. Trust me. There’s no way in hell that I would fuck you if there were a chance of your getting pregnant. We’re covered.”
Emma Lia turns beneath me, despite my efforts to keep her facedown on the bed. She’s much stronger than I thought. And her open palm striking me across my face is further proof of her strength.
Fuck. That was unexpected.
“How dare you! You fucking sick freak. You had no right to make any kind of decision like that for me. This is my body.”
“It’s your body, but it’s going to have my cum inside it. A lot. And I don’t want a fucking baby. This is how I know for sure that it’s taken care of.”
“I don’t want a baby either, but this was not your decision. I would have taken care of it.”
“Well, now you don’t have to because it’s already taken care of.”
Her hand comes down hard against my face a second time. “You fucking prick. You don’t get it. This violation is… it’s of epic proportion.”
“No. A baby would be a violation of epic proportion. This is nothing, so calm the hell down.” I grasp her wrist. “And don’t you fucking dare to slap me again. Ever.”
She lifts her knee, aiming at my crotch and narrowly misses my nuts. “Whoa. Fuck. You almost kneed me in my balls.”
“I wish I had. And I may yet if you don’t let me up.”
She shoves and claws at my shoulders. I could overpower her and force her to remain beneath me, but honestly, I’m afraid of her making good on her promise to knee my nuts.
I roll off of her, and she clambers off of my bed. “Fuck this.”
Fuck this?What exactly does that mean?
Her feet hit the floor, and she doesn’t even bother to fetch her gown and thong before she storms out of my bedroom and into hers, slamming the door with a loud thud.
Fuck. That didn’t go well.
I think that it’s becoming abundantly clear that I didn’t think this situation through all of the way. I wanted a woman who I could break. Well, I obviously shouldn’t have gone and picked one with a backbone made of steel.
12
Emma Lia Grant
What a motherfucker.
The man is beyond belief. I’ve never met a more selfish or self-centered human being in my entire life. It’s no wonder that he’s a Dominant. He’s only interested in what he wants and how he’s going to get it. Everyone else in the world be damned. The fucker is completely missing the conscience portion in his brain.
I think that he may be a sociopath.
Was I planning to get pregnant anytime soon? Hell no, but the manner in which I prevent having a baby is my choice. This is my body. He had no right to have a foreign object placed inside of me without my consent.
This whole situation is fucked up on so many levels.
He is fucked up on so many levels.
I don’t think I can do this with him. Of my two choices, I’m beginning to wonder if I’m better off taking my chances with criminal charges. Because staying here and submitting to him… that’s not freedom.
Being charged isn’t the same as being convicted. Things could go my way. I could walk.
A few months of prostituting myself to Tristan Broussard. One hundred sexual acts, plus acts of submission versus being indicted and serving five to ten. Am I willing to take that kind of risk?
Maybe. Because I am not down with the shit that this asshole has done to me.
