Page 172 of Lovely Venom

When I meet his gaze, molten heat sparks in the depths of his eyes, and I know the not-so-gentlemanly side of him is here to stay for a while. He lifts me up, bends me over the desk, and spreads my legs apart.

Two seconds later, he has his cock buried inside me, fingers biting into my hips as he fucks me.

It isn’t long before another orgasm crashes through me, and he pushes me through the relentless waves of pleasure.

The slick, obscene sound of how wet I am ratchets up the tension in his body, and with one last deep thrust, he unloads inside me.

I’m completely wrecked, so strung out on bliss, all I can do is lie there while he sweeps his hands over me, massaging my back.

After my breathing finally returns to normal, I peek up at him from beneath heavy eyelids as he withdraws and watches his cum spill out of me. Then, in that dominant way he does, he pushes it back inside me with two of his fingers.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing that,” he rumbles.

I offer him a sleepy, sated smile while he looks at me like there’s never been a better view than this. As my gaze rakes over him, pants hanging off his hips, cock glistening from our cum, I can say it’s a mutual feeling.

“Did that satisfy your craving?” he murmurs.

“Yes.” I drag myself upright and pat him on the chest. “You were a very good boy.”

A dark laugh rolls through him as he leans down and nips at my lip. “There’s only room for one pet in this relationship, dea.”

Proving his point, he lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder, carrying me down the hall to our bathroom.

He sets me on the counter, undressing me in the slow, methodical way he does, and I soak up every second of his attention.

Slipping off my heels, his fingers glide up over my stockings until he reaches my garter strap. He snaps it against my skin, and somehow, I just know it’s an urge he’s wanted to indulge for a while.

When I think about him sitting at Black Velvet, watching me from the audience after our time at Sanctum ended, it leaves a hollow feeling in my chest.

He said I wasn’t ready then, and he was right, but it doesn’t change how much I regret that.

It might not be the perfect time, or the perfect setting, but I want him to know that I want it now.

“Cristian.”

“Yes?” He meets my gaze.

“I’m pregnant.”

Warmth blooms in the depths of his eyes as his fingers feather over my jaw. “I know, baby. And you have no idea how fucking happy that makes me.”

It takes me a second to process what he just said. He’s so calm and collected, it’s obvious he’s had a while to think about this.

“How?” I ask.

“Because I pay attention.”

I should have expected he’d notice. This man doesn’t miss anything. But still, I need to know what his thoughts are.

“Is that all you have to say?”

“No.” His voice dips. “How many do you think we should have?”

A soft laugh escapes me as I smile up at him. I don’t know why I find that so charming, but there’s something to be said for a man who knows what he wants—and more importantly, that he wants it with me.

“Aren’t you even a little nervous?”

“Why would I be?” He raises a brow. “You wanted a baby. I gave you one.”