Page 41 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

“Shh.” His thumb brushed over my nipple, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. “Let me take care of you.”

And God, I wanted that.

I wanted to be taken care of. Wanted to feel like I mattered to someone. Wanted to forget—even for a little while—that I was trapped in a marriage to a man who couldn’t stand the sight of me.

Syx rolled me onto my back, his body covering mine, and I looked up at him.

Twenty years old. Eight years younger than me. My husband’s cousin.

This was so fucked up.

But I didn’t care.

Not when he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Not when he touched me like I was precious. Not when he made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t felt in years.

He kissed me—slow and deep, his tongue sliding against mine—and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

His hand slid down my body, between my thighs, and I gasped against his mouth when his fingers found me already wet.

“Fuck, Yaya,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so ready for me.”

“Then stop teasing.”

He grinned—that cocky, boyish grin that made my heart stutter—and positioned himself between my legs.

When he pushed inside me, I cried out.

Not from pain. From relief.

From the feeling of being filled, being wanted, being seen.

He moved slowly at first, his hips rolling in a rhythm that made my toes curl. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, and I hooked my legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his forehead pressed against mine. “So fucking good.”

I couldn’t speak. Could only hold on as he picked up the pace, his thrusts harder now, more desperate.

The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard tapping against the wall, and I didn’t care if anyone heard.

Let them hear.

Let Amai come home and find us like this.

Let him see what he’d driven me to.

Syx’s hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit, and I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me, white-hot and all-consuming, and I clung to him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

He followed seconds later, his body going rigid as he came inside me, my name a broken prayer on his lips.

We stayed like that for a long moment—tangled together, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync.

Then reality crept back in.

I had errands to run. Bills to pay. A life to maintain even as everything around me fell apart.

“I need to shower,” I said quietly.