Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Hana

I managed to get rid of any evidence of the three positive pregnancy tests. I didn’t even have time to let it sink in—once I realized Jack was on his way home, I panicked and started to wrap them in toilet paper and stuff them at the bottom of the bathroom trash. I tossed the empty box back behind the bathroom bins and hurriedly shut the cabinet.

And then I started to bawl.

This was not at all how I envisioned my life at almost twenty-six. I was with a man I loved, but I was still scared. He still scared me, even though he was so sweet to me most of the time, because I knew what he was capable of. I didn’t want to have to raise a child with that fear always lingering. And what if it wasn’t Jack’s? How the fuck would that work? How would I even find out?

I quickly went to the living room, grabbed my phone, marched back into the bathroom, and opened Safari. I was about to search when is the earliest I can get a paternity test? when I realized Jack would probably, somehow, find out I had searched for it. I didn’t know what kind of spy technology he had on my phone, so I was always careful about what I did on it. Would he be able to know the things I asked Siri?

Fuck it. “Siri, when is the earliest I can get a paternity test?” I asked my phone as quietly as I could.

A few suggestions popped up, and I read that it could happen as early as seven weeks. Not wanting to risk tapping on any results, I immediately turned off my phone and walked out of the bathroom. When the fuck did I even get pregnant? How far along am I? How can I get an abortion without Jack knowing? There it was, there was my decision: I didn’t want this pregnancy. I had to figure this out somehow.

Suddenly, our front door unlocked—Jack was home. I hurriedly walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“Hana, darling. I’m home,” Jack called out, his voice light and chipper.

I put a smile on my face as he appeared in the kitchen. How was it possible that I still got butterflies when I saw him? He was so attractive that all I ever wanted to do was jump on him as soon as I saw him.

“Hi, babe.” I smiled, reaching for him.

Jack took me in his arms and lifted me slightly, twirling me around, and I let out a giggle.

“Hello, my wife,” Jack said into my ear before he pressed his lips to my neck.

There was that magic touch. I was instantly wet. He knew his effect on me and I didn’t try to hide it anymore.

I moaned as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Mmm, Jack, I need you,” I whispered, closing my eyes as I let my head fall back.

“Yeah?” Jack whispered between kisses on my neck. “How badly do you want me?”

Jack tugged down my leggings and quickly put his fingers to my slit. I moaned as he slipped one finger in, the slickness of my pussy easily guiding him.

“Fuck, Hana. I love feeling your wet pussy. This perfect wet pussy is all for me.”

His other hand fisted my hair.

“Get on your knees and beg for this cock, Hana,” he ordered, releasing my hair and letting me fall to my knees.

I still loved his bossiness. I loved him forcing me and me playing along. There hadn’t been a time in the last six weeks that I didn’t want him to fuck me.

I placed my hands atop my thighs and looked up at Jack, his eyes eager and lustful.

“Please, Jack. I need your cock,” I moaned. His huge erection bulged underneath the fabric of his jeans.

He grinned a little before his eyes turned dark. The scary Jack. My stomach dropped, and my heart started thumping wildly in my chest.

“Do you want me to hurt you, sweetheart?” he asked as he started to unzip his jeans.

I hesitated. Were we playing a game like we usually did, or was this real?

“Jack.”

I knew I wasn’t hiding my terror very well. I knew I wasn’t smiling.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Don’t you want to play?” he continued, lowering his boxer briefs and letting his erection spring free. There was absolutely no hesitation or worry in his face.

“Play how, Jack?” I asked cautiously.

Now it seemed he was starting to sense my fear. His grin grew even wider before he grabbed onto his thick erection and started stroking himself. He put his hand to the back of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth, hard and rough.

“Like this, Hana,” he moaned over his thrusts.

He was fucking my face, my mouth wide and dripping drool all over me. I didn’t know what he was planning but I was still wet, if not wetter than before. He quickly stopped and bunched my hair with his hand again. This time, he pulled me up by the hair and had me standing; I shrieked with pain and confusion. Jack stared right through me, like he was lost in his thoughts and couldn’t come back. All I could think was that he knew: He knew I was pregnant and that it possibly wasn’t his. He was punishing me.

“What are you going to do, Jack?” I whispered, tears filling my eyes.

Jack wrinkled his forehead. “Don’t you want me to hurt you, sweetheart?” he asked with confusion, one hand still stroking himself and the other behind my head.

Maybe I did. Maybe this would solve my problem.

“Like the night of our wedding party?” I asked hesitantly.

Jack smiled instantly. “Yes. You loved it, Hana. Don’t you want to remember this time?”

His voice was low and gravelly. He seemed like he was lost in a different head space—he was stuck in scary Jack mode.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to feel that pain again. He had hurt me since then, but this was different. This felt like day one all over again.

I blurted it out before I could even think.

“Jack, you can’t. You can hurt me, but…I don’t want you to hurt the baby.”

His face morphed from terrifying to terrified. My Jack was finally back.