Page 49 of Blissful Devotion

Moving toward her bed, I grab her pill bottle off her nightstand and slip it into my pocket. I’ll have the new ones up here before she has to take them again, and I’d rather she not question the change.

The less she knows, the better.

I toe off my shoes and slide off my jacket, draping it over the chair at her vanity before I crawl into bed beside her.

The feral voices in my head urge me to wrap my hand around her throat. To teach her a lesson and ensure she never calls me another name again.

My cock grows harder at the thought, but despite that, I resist. I might not keep Katherine forever, and then I’ll let those feral urges loose. For now, I’ll be gentle, or at least as gentle as I can be. I do need an heir after all.

I pull the covers back and find her in a slip of a nightgown I’d bought for her. She’d just recently started wearing anything that didn’t cover every inch of her skin.

As if able to feel my eyes, she moves, rolling into me so that her head rests on my chest before she lets out the most sinful noise that has me ready to fuck her and say, “Damn the outcome so long as I get to bury my cock in her…”

I take a deep breath, urging myself to calm down as I palm her ass, draping her leg up over me. She nuzzles closer with a sigh, and something about her sounds drives me wild, making it impossible to resist the need to taste her.

Grabbing her face, I tilt her head back and press my lips to hers. She responds beautifully, much better than she does awake.

“Mhm, Nathan…”

I see red.

I’m moving before I can stop myself. Rolling over, I hover just above her, my hand wrapped around her throat, pinning her to the bed. Her eyes fly open, and I see the fear in them as she looks up at me.

I nearly come at the sight of her like this, beneath me. It’s only made sweeter knowing I stole her from them.

I wasn’t always like this; once I would have worshiped the ground she walked on, never laid a finger on her, but years of scraping my way to the top taught me nice guys finish last.

Besides, it’s much more fun to simply take what I want.

I might not be able to kill her until after she has the baby, but I sure as fuck can enjoy what’s mine.

And that’s what she is now.

Mine.

I roll my hips, letting her feel just how much I want her and what she does to me as she blinks through her confusion.

My grip isn’t tight enough to cut off her air… yet, which lets me hear the sharp breath she sucks in despite looking very confused.

I need those pills to be ready now. If this is how she is with a low dose, I bet she’ll be putty in my hand with it doubled.

And once I’ve had my fun, I can send her right back to them in a box.

Win, win.

Fuck.

My cock throbs painfully, and I know there’s no more waiting; she can scream and beg, but I’ve waited long enough.

Honestly, I hope she does. I love when they fight back; it makes pumping them full of cum even sweeter, knowing they couldn’t have stopped me if they wanted to.

Reaching down, I easily push up her nightgown, feeling the soft cotton of her underwear before I reach for the button of my pants.

“Sir!” The door flies open, hitting the wall, and I don’t need to see Sofia to hear the panic in her voice.

Whatever made her interrupt me must be important; she knows better.

I pull back, sitting up on my knees before I turn to find her wide-eyed and panting.