Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Who says there is going to be a child?”
“I’m not stupid. It only takes one time.”
“And that means you could already be pregnant, and I’m not going to take that chance.”
“You’re being unreasonable.”
“That is what happens when you fuck with a De Luca.”
Anger rushed through her, and she tried to hit him, to attack, but Damon grabbed her hands and turned her attack into his advantage, moving her legs to either side of his waist. He pressed her hands behind her back, and now it looked like she wasn’t attacking him, but instead, offering up her breasts.
“Now this is so much better,” he said. “Don’t you think?”
“I hate you.”
“Good. You can use that hate, because the sex is so much better.” He ran his hand up her stomach, going between the valley of her breasts, and chuckled. “So pretty.”
He licked one of her nipples, and even though she was so fucking mad at him, she couldn’t deny the sudden hit of attraction that filled her. She wanted him.
Life was so unfair.
****
Damon stared at Milah’s naked ass.
They hadn’t stayed in the city.
Genius had discovered where Russo was getting the drugs. It was from some backyard, high school science kid who was playing with chemistry. Desperate times clearly called for desperate measures, and Russo was allowing bad shit to go on the streets. All he wanted was quick money.
What he really wanted was access to Milah’s funds.
It had been a week since the attack on his own nightclub. He had already made sure the victims’ families had been compensated accordingly. So far, Russo hadn’t attacked him again, however, the cheap drugs were doing the rounds in all the nightclubs.
He had to deal with Russo soon.
As for Milah, every chance he got, she was being filled with cum. He hadn’t given her a chance to get used to it. Even sore, he’d fucked her long, hard, and deep, flooding her pussy. He had ordered Glory to keep an eye on her menstrual cycle, and he was to know the instant she missed one.
He also had the doctor on standby to do the necessary tests to confirm her pregnancy.
Every part of his plan was falling into line, just as he knew it would, but there was one tiny little hiccup he didn’t like. The feeling of guilt that swirled in the pit of his stomach as he looked at Milah’s sleeping form.
There were bruises on her waist, ass, and hips from how hard he held her. The blanket lay between her legs, curling up around her back. All he saw was one rounded ass cheek and juicy thigh.
His cock hardened at the sight. He wanted her again.
This was another problem.
When it came to women, he was used to being the one in control. Always. No one had the upper hand. Just him.
But as he looked at Milah’s sleeping form, and his dick wanted inside her once again, he knew she was different.
This was only supposed to be basic. Milah was a means to an end.
Sure, she was fucking beautiful, and her body was made to be worshipped. On paper, this was only supposed to be part of a business deal. An arrangement that put her at his mercy. But the reality was far harder to comprehend.
Milah moaned softly, her legs moving, and then she snuggled in deep. He didn’t like that. When she slept, he wanted to be part of her dream world, just as he filled her reality. There was no room for any reprieve.
After opening his robe, he wrapped his fingers around his stiff prick and approached the bed. He let go of his penis and put his hands on her thighs, turning her over so she was on her stomach.
Milah didn’t wake up but let out a soft protest.
That ass was so fucking juicy.
He gave a ripe cheek a squeeze, and then a small slap, jolting her out of her sleep.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. Even waking up, she looked sexy as fuck. Her hair was a mess, and it looked like she’d been fucked into oblivion, which was so fucking right.
“What are you doing?” she asked, moaning.
“You look way too good to leave.”
He pressed his hand between her legs, cupping her pussy. She was sodden. “Were you thinking of me?”
She gasped, thrusting her pelvis onto his hand. He stroked over her clit before sliding down to push inside her.
Last night, he’d filled this cunt three times. Each time he did, he hoped he got her pregnant.
His seed would take root soon enough. He was sure of it.
Adding a second, then a third finger, he began to rock inside her, feeling her pussy tighten around him. He didn’t want to fuck her with his fingers, but to feel that tight heat on his dick.
Pushing her to her knees, he moved into position behind her. As he gripped her ass cheeks, he spread them apart and looked at her anus and tight opening.