Page 113 of Shark’s Pride

“Jesus, Bas. Oh my God. Ooooohhh!” She let out a string of praises, and my cock swelled along with my ego. I thumbed her exposed clit while I pounded into her, time, and time, and time again. I held her in place for my thrusts with an arm banded around her bent leg on the other side. Sweat gathered on my brow as I felt my balls tightening. I desperately needed to come.

“Red. Come, baby. Shatter around me. Let me feel you, love,” I encouraged on every exhale.

“So close, Bas,” she chanted. “So close!”

I pinched her clit and then held it between my fingers. I continued to apply pressure to the nub while fucking her with long, savoring lunges.

“Fuck. Fuck! I’m coming, Sebastian. Yes…ooooh fuck, yes!” Abbigail moaned and then finally detonated with her climax. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around my swollen dick, sparking my own orgasm. I thrust deeply into her, rotating my hips against her body when I came up against her skin, repeating the motion a few more times as I milked every drop of semen from my balls and shaft. When she left here today—when she left me—I was determined she’d do so with as much of my essence inside her.

Maybe even my child.

Fuck!

I staggered back from the table. Yanked up my boxers and slacks just as frantically. I jammed my shirt into my pants and tugged my belt into place. I bent to the ground for Abbi’s pants and underwear.

“B-Bas?”

“Get dressed, baby,” I returned through gritted teeth. I already hated myself for what was coming. “Please,” I amended. “I’ll…get you a shirt.”

I strode directly into my office’s attached bathroom. My steps wove, direct victims of the whirlwind in my mind.

What the hell was I doing? Thinking? How could I be mooning about getting her pregnant when I could barely protect her from the asshole lunatic who was following her around town and waiting for the creepiest Kodak moments, starring her—for the sole purpose of taunting me with them? But I’d gone there. Not just gone there but rejoiced in the explosion of images from the idea. I loved thinking about her with my child swelling inside her body and giving Vela a sweet baby cousin to play with…

Crazy talk. Crazier ideas. I was going goddamned crazy. Plain and simple. That had to be it. Who else but a crazy person would think of bringing a child—an innocent baby—into this dangerous insanity?

“Sebastian.” Her voice was louder now but still unsure. “Is everything okay?”

I ignored her. I had a prime excuse, now digging around in the built-in closet in my bathroom. I kept a few clothing items here for emergency situations, but nothing that would suit a woman. Still, I scrounged for something she could use. Because we wouldn’t say our goodbyes with her standing half-naked in front of me…

Not an option.

At last I found a plain white T-shirt. It’d be entirely too large but would have to do. Abbigail could change when she was reunited with her own belongings.

For the time being, I had to settle down and deal with the way I’d just fucked her like an animal instead of the loving goodbye I’d really envisioned. Was I honestly incapable of not being a barbarian in the bedroom? Well, there was one hell of a personal growth quest to work on—in my spare time from tracking down a demented psycho, of course.

Abbi was standing by the full-length windows when I came out of the bathroom. She’d been the dutiful girl and done what I ordered, so she was only missing a shirt. Her hair was unmistakably freshly fucked, so she attempted a finger combing after getting fully dressed. Didn’t take her long to give up and twist it into a messy bun on top of her head.

“I’m just headed home from here, so it doesn’t really matter,” she said with a shrug. She was already back to being so carefree. No. Beyond that. As soon as she rolled over the word “home,” she broke out a joyous smile. Even darted a delighted wink my way, probably anticipating how we’d make up for last night’s spat in our bed.

I was going to shatter her.

I knew that with certainty because I was already feeling it myself.

I took her hand in mine. Sucked in a deep, fortifying breath.

It was time. I couldn’t delay this shit any longer.

Elijah would walk through the door any minute, and she still knew nothing. That was my fault, but I wasn’t ashamed of it. If I could delay this confrontation by fucking her again, I would. Then again. And again…

But time was up. I had to level with her. “We need to talk, Abbigail.”

“Okaaaay.” She drew the word out while angling a newly cautious stare up at me.

“Baby…I’ve gone over and over this in my head…” I reached for her hands. She let me take them but not without a discernible quiver in her slender fingers.

“Gone over…what?”

“There isn’t a way I can word this where I see you not freaking out, so you need to just let me tell you what’s going on. After that, you need to trust me to take care of you. Can you do that?”