I pause.
“And you can’t stop me.”
18
NINA
I don’t want to stop him. The opposite, in fact.
Arousal flares through me, new and even hotter than before. Despite the orgasm he gave me, I want more.
“My perfect temptress.”
He’s braced over me, and suddenly I feel very small. His shoulders block out the light from the windows. I guessed that Blake was big, and saw it when he was fully clothed. But naked, and over me, his chest hairs brushing against my over-sensitised nipples, makes our size difference vivid.
It would be scary. It should be. But it’s Blake, and I trust this man entirely.
I’m also crazy with desire.
I roll my hips up against the solid bar of his erection, and the weight of his body.
“My beautiful girl,” he murmurs, and dips his head to kiss me.
I strain to reach him and the bastard teases me with the lightest of kisses before pulling back to look into my face.
“I mean it. I want to fuck you raw, Bunny. I want nothing between us and to come inside you, filling you up with my seed until you’re overflowing with it. And I want the consequences.”
I don’t understand…
The corner of his mouth hitches up. “You, pregnant.”
My brain stutters. He can’t have said what I think he did.
“Then baby bunnies. Lots of them. Children for me to spoil and care for.” He strokes his knuckles over my cheek in a gesture that’s just like him. Power and brutal strength under absolute control that makes his touch feather-light.
I whimper and turn my face into his hand, kissing desperately at his palm. Maybe this is a trick, or a dream. But if that’s the price of having my first time with this man who is everything to me, then okay.
I nod, agreeing. Scared to admit how much I long for this.
The desire for Blake was there from the beginning, and has grown with each moment we’ve spent together. There’s no denying that I belong to Blake, body, heart, and soul. He might be arrogant, difficult, deadly, and going to break me in every way. But I love him.
It’s a strange insight to make when you’re tied up and having filthy talk about being bred poured into your ear, but Blake and I haven’t done things normally.
“I want to breed you, little bunny.” He lowers his head, and I moan as he brushes his lips over mine, as soft as a whisper. “I was patient, but you’re mine. You’re my reason for living. I’ve been so alone without you. Now all I can think about is you, and the family we’ll have together,” he says hoarsely. “You’re my love.”
He pauses, and my heart does its best to try to beat right out of my chest, smashing against my ribs.
“Say you want that too. That you feel this rightness between us. That when I touch you…” he runs his hand down my face and to my throat, clasping me there. Warm. Possessive. “You feel our connection. Like you’re mine.”
All I’m capable of is a needy little sound.
“Bunny.” He squeezes my neck very slightly. My eyes fly open, I gasp in air, and he releases me. He holds himself away, and it’s instantly cool where he’s opened up the gap. “Use your words.”
I wanted to be wild. This is the wildest adventure I could ever have dreamed of.
It’s risky. He’s a powerful mafia boss.
But being with Blake is finally really living.
