“You have to pull out.” Confusion flashes across her face. It’s as if she can’t decide if she’s more aroused or scared of the idea of getting pregnant. “It’s not the right time. I’m not on the pill.”
“Does it look like I care?” I emphasize every word with a thrust.
“But—”
“Mine.” Whether she likes it or not, I’m fucking a baby into her if it’s the last thing I do. “My woman. My everything. You belong to me.”
The rest of her arguments die on her tongue when I let go of her leg and stroke her clit. She cries as that orgasm strikes fast, right before I groan my own release.
There’s so much cum spilling out of me that it trickles down her thighs. Drenched in my seed, she’s definitely getting pregnant.
Warmth and something primal bloom inside of me at the thought. I’m still breathing hard when I kiss her like I’d die without her lips on mine. Once my pulse slows, I release my grip on her wrists and pull out.
“Duncan…” The look on her face says it all. The doubt, the hesitation, they’re there on display. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret anything.”
I could never, but what if she does?
What if she’s pretending to care about me?
What if what we have is just a transaction to her?
Don’t care.
In a few months, she’ll see it differently. It’s a motherfucking promise.
My eyes lock onto hers. “Be quiet.”
When I’m sure I have her attention, I lean back. I can hardly contain my possessive growl at the sight of her blood on my cock.
Already half-hard again, I rub my length over Elowyn’s pussy, painting her red everywhere.
“Please.” The soft touch of her fingers on my thigh has my teeth locking. “Stop.”
I don’t. I take two fingers, guiding them in and out of her pussy. Putting my seed where it belongs.
Elowyn relents and lets me.
“Listen to me,” I say eventually, my gaze hardened. “If this is about your compensation, you have nothing to worry about. I’ll keep my word. Won’t stop sending Barclay money either. Everything’s taken care of.”
“My compensation?” She sits up on her forearms, shuffling away from me. Her cheeks are flushed, eyebrows low. “Mycompensation?”
“Yes, the one I mentioned in the invitation,” I clarify, completely at ease. I’m done being angry at her. I’m not even upset about her staying here for my money. “Nothing changes. The transfers will run smoothly. The only thing I can’t give you is your freedom. And soon enough, you won’t want it either.”
Faster than I could ever imagine, Elowyn sits on her knees. She’s glorious in the faint light coming from above, wild hair and all.
I’m so mesmerized that I miss the shift in the air until her hand cracks on my cheek.
“You still think I’m letting you fuck me for money?” She crawls back, away from me, stopping at the edge of the pedestal. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“I’m not kidding.” I pull my jeans up, ready to chase her if she runs. “I know that’s how I got you here. You care deeply about Barclay”—no matter what the fucker does—“and your childhood home. Fine by me. As I said, I’ll make you fall in love with me. That’s the only thing I care about.”
“You cruel, stupid bastard,” she hisses, climbing off the pedestal. “If all I cared about was money, I could’ve married another man by now. Barclay, he…” She lifts her hands to blockme when I follow, when I’m less than three feet away from her. “He brought home a few men over the years. Wanted me to marry one of them for their status and wealth.”
My chest heaves, biceps flexing. I’m determined to destroy each and every one of these invisible suitors.
I want to touch Elowyn more than I want to cause harm, though. So I move closer.
Her hands flatten against my chest, blocking me.
