Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
With nothing else to do, I go to the basement and drop onto the sofa of the entertainment room. I didn’t know it was possible to smile and frown at the same time, just like I didn’t realize it was possible for so much love and bleakness to fill a person’s heart simultaneously.
I ache for Rosa, but more than that, I long to be back in Leo’s arms, to hold him tightly and listen to his husky words of belonging. I’m unsure how much time passes with me just staring at the ceiling, thinking of the future. I dream of the first time I’ll hear Mama or watch as my baby collapses into a contented sleep after feeding.
At a knock on the basement’s main door, I climb the stairs.
“Yes? Hello?”
“It’s me.”
Leo’s voice is deep, husky, inviting, and wrong. He shouldn’t be here. Not so soon after what we shared. He’s going to make it too difficult to be good.
“Have you spoken to Rosa?” I ask.
“She’s refusing to see me,” he replies. “Open the door, Emma.”
“It’s not locked. I can’t lock it from down here. Prisoner, remember?”
“Maybe I don’t want to think of you like my kidnapped woman anymore. Maybe I want to give you a choice.”
I open the door to find him cloaked in savagery. Every inch of him is tense, like he’s on the verge of action. His contrasting eyes gleam intensely, the blue seeming to sparkle with the love we will bring into this world, the brown heavy with the weight of the rift with his daughter.
He steps forward, takes my hand, and closes the door. We walk down the stairs together, his touch warm. In the entertainment room, he sweeps me into his arms. When we kiss, I shamefully stop thinking about Rosa, about how she must be feeling. I stop thinking about all the wrongs of what we’re doing so soon after Rosa’s world split down the middle.
“Tell me you meant it,” he groans between kisses.
“I did. I do.”
“I do.” He smirks. “I like the sound of that.”
My heart thunders quickly, but then guilt tightens around me.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. Not now.”
“I know.” His hands slide over my back to my hips. He squeezes in that just-Leo way, and now I don’t have to wonder if he’s doing it with a sense of belonging and possession. I’m sure he is. “But I need you too badly. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. My daughter hates me. My brother and I aren’t talking right now. The insane part is that I can forget all that when I’m with you.”
He tightens his hold on my hips, presses forward, and lets me feel the solid length of his manhood pushing against my belly.
“You’re so perfect you could make me forget anything.”
This time, I kiss him, standing on my tiptoes and wrapping my arms around him. It’s bad. It’s the last thing we should be doing after what happened, but it feels like we’re destined to do this.
“You’re going to give me as many children as I can pump into that fertile virgin body of yours,” he snarls, his voice shuddering when he spanks me on the ass. “Tell me you understand.”
I stare up into his mismatched eyes. “I understand, Leo.”
He spanks me again. “Good, because I can’t wait any longer.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Leo
She moans when I bring my hand down on her plump ass. I should feel like an evil piece of dirt for my actions. I walked past the ruined shrine when I checked on Rosa. I walked past it again when I decided to come down here. Hell, decided is no way to put it. It was more like the hunger inside directed me down here, a tugging of lust, love, and everything a man feels for a woman when he owns her.
“You know we shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers, leaning back in my embrace, confident I’ll always catch her.
“Then you shouldn’t look so sexy,” I growl. “I meant it, what I said. You look fertile too. Your curvy body was made to bring children into this world, but whose children, Emma?”
I spank her harder than last time. I can feel her body rippling for me, the tempting plus-size jiggling that has my balls aching and the tip of my cock leaking hot precome.
“What was that for?” she moans, shifting against me.
“You didn’t answer quickly enough.”
She beams. “You didn’t give me time. You just wanted an excuse to spank me, but Leo, we should stop.”
“I know.”
I kiss her again, encircling her in my arms and pulling her against me. She must be able to feel my solid length, so hard I feel like I could erupt right here. As we kiss, we stumble across the room together, our tongues clashing as we walk down the hallway, then into her bedroom. I end the kiss, grab her shoulders, turn, and gently touch her upper back. My woman bends over the bed, sticking her ass out, so juicy with the dress clinging tightly to it.