Chapter 8
Eight
VALENTINA
M y hair feels like it’s being pulled out of my scalp, despite me trying to kick my way closer to the man as he drags me toward a car. Malik’s car…
He keeps his hand covering my mouth as he tosses me inside while I try to punch him away from me. We wrestle for several minutes while I scream for help before he shuts the door, almost catching my fingers. Immediately, I push on it, but it doesn’t budge. Child lock…
Malik jumps into the driver’s side and I lunge at him, but he gains the upper hand and gathers both of mine up and zip ties them together while I kick at his chest. “You’re mine. And you better start acting like it. Or else.”
“I’m not acting like—” He slaps his hand over my mouth to stop me from talking, then follows it with a piece of duct tape. As I squirm in the seat, I swivel to place my bare feet on the window. Maybe I can try to bust out or stall long enough that Carson will find me.
“Fine. If you won’t cooperate, I’ll make you.”
When I lean back, however, a tiny prick hits my neck, and the world begins to blur before my eyes. The night sky darkens to pitch black until I’m out.
Who knows how long it is before I awaken again. My head pounds and my body aches, but as I try to move, I can’t. Everything feels so sluggish in my brain. Blinking rapidly, I can make out that I’m lying on a bed. Malik’s bed in his old place. You’d think he’d be smarter than to bring me back here, but no. Probably thinks he reclaimed his property or something.
With some effort, I twist my body to lie on my side, but ropes attached to my wrists and ankles prevent me from doing so. How am I going to get out of this?
“Lay still. Don’t try to fight this.” Malik’s dark eyes loom over me as he tightens one of the ropes holding my arm above my head. The tape is still firmly attached to my mouth, and I mumble a reply around it.
He reaches down and rips it off, the glue almost tearing my skin off. With a deep breath, I yell, “Fuck you!”
Instead of malice, his expression turns to joy as he belts out a loud laugh. “I will. You want it now? Fine…”
Squirming, I try to buck him off as he leaps on top of me and begins tearing at Carson’s T-shirt I managed to slip on before going downstairs for a snack last night. I feel so dumb for thinking I’d be safe in my own house with this psycho out there looking for me. Now, it feels like I’ll never escape him.
Even if I get out of this bed, if I get out of this apartment, he’ll come for me.
Malik digs his fingers into my hips and lifts them as he fumbles with the buttons on his jeans. Tears heat my eyes and fall over my cheeks as I look at the ceiling to avoid seeing what is about to happen. He grips my chin and forces me to look into his seething face. “No looking away from this. You’re mine. Always have been.”
His jaw drops in shock just as he says the words, and he rears back.
A deep voice cuts through the air just behind him. “You’re wrong. She’s mine .”
I gasp at the sight of Carson standing over my ex-boyfriend with a baseball bat. He lifts it to take another swing as Malik lunges at him while pulling out a gun. I scream while Jules stands in the doorway on her phone, muttering something into it in hurried whispers.
“He’s got a gun!” Jules yells.
Carson chops with his bat toward Malik’s head until he slumps to the ground and drops his weapon. Malik struggles to get up, and his hand reaches for the firearm. As if deciding if he should continue, Carson pauses. He gives another swing with the bat, and another, and another. Finally, he stands over the body, heaving deep breaths, and spits on him. Once he drops the bat, he rushes over to me and hurriedly unties my wrists. “Sweetheart, did he hurt you?”
A sob wails from my chest as he frees me and then gathers me into his formidable arms. “No. No, he didn’t. You came for me.”
His lips press to my forehead, my neck, as his fingers scan my body, searching for anything amiss.
“They’re here!” Jules yells from the living room. “The police are here!”
Jules hurries to my ankles and unbinds them as the police enter and begin scanning the room.
“This man’s dead,” one of the officers says as he crouches next to Malik’s slumped figure.
Jules snaps out. “Don’t speak. Carl will be here to represent you shortly, Carson.”
Carson presses his lips to mine as I lace my fingers through his hair. “Thank you for saving me. I love you.”
“Sweetheart, you and Jules mean the world to me. I’d find you anywhere.”
“We’re going to need you to come in for questioning,” an officer says to Carson. “With your lawyer.”
Carson straightens up as Jules grips my hand and we embrace one another. “Yes, sir.” He leans forward and gives each of us a quick kiss, then follows them out of the door.
Over the next few hours, I have to give my statement several times. Once we are allowed to go home, it’s almost dawn, and Juliet and I are exhausted. Both of us huddle on the sofa in warm robes, awaiting word from Carson or Carl to know what’s going on.
Gripping my hot tea, I bite my lower lip and tell her, “I can’t take this waiting, and I feel like this is my fault.”
Her hand reaches over to caress my calf. “Hey! This is not on you! I don’t see any way this is not self-defense. Carson will be home. Don’t worry.”
Swallowing a large gulp of the chamomile in my hands, I take a deep breath and try to steady my voice. My throat feels constricted, but I manage to squeak out, “I’m pregnant.”
Juliet’s eyes widen as she scans my frame. “Y-you are?”
I nod, wondering how she’ll take the news. “I kept getting up to go to the bathroom last night and figured I would take a test. But I ended up taking three. I wanted to surprise you both today when we woke up?—”
Juliet leaps across the sofa and gathers me in her arms, burying her face in my neck. “I’m so happy!” Her back shakes with emotion as she cries, and when she sits up, I grasp her cheeks in my hands to make sure she’s okay with the news. Instead of any anger or resentment, I see worry.
“Valentina… I?—”
“Girls? I’m home!” Carson’s voice rings through the air like a call of victory. We both scramble to the garage door and under his waiting arms. The three of us stand and hold each other for a long time. “No charges. The prosecutor sees no need for them. Pure self-defense. I’m okay.”
Relief floods my soul as I gaze up into my fiance’s face. He smiles broadly, heating up my insides as he presses his lips to mine, then to Juliet’s. Before I can ask the question, he says, “You’re safe.” And for the first time, I feel it.
“Can we go to bed now?” I ask, and the two of them chuckle and agree. As we snuggle under the covers, I realize how unfair it is that Juliet knows my big announcement, but Carson doesn’t.
I slide between Carson’s legs as he lies on his back. Juliet’s hand rests on his chest, and the two of them gaze up at me as I lean over Carson’s face. “Carson? I’m pregnant.”
The dimples flair up in his cheeks, which presses into his eyes as tears form on the lower lids. “My sweetheart gave me the best Valentine’s present ever…”
“Well, I may add to that,” Juliet says softly.
Carson and I freeze and wait for her to continue. “I’m pregnant, too.”
Carson sits up, dragging her with him, and I grip her waist. “What?” I ask.
“How?” Carson gathers both of us by caressing the backs of our necks.
“I don’t know, but I think Valentina being here had something to do with it. I took the test two days ago, but was too afraid to think it was right. So… I just did another before getting into bed. It’s positive.”
If I didn’t think I could be any happier, the news that Juliet will be pregnant with me sends my heart soaring with joy.
Carson meets our lips with his own until the three of us combine into one. His tongue, mine, Juliet’s, all swap into one another’s mouths. “My girls are pregnant. Both of my wives are pregnant together! This is more than I could have dreamed of.”
With a slap on his chest, I laugh, but he catches it and brings me in for another searing kiss. His cock throbs underneath my core, which makes my pussy yearn for it deep inside me. As if reading my mind, he arches a dark eyebrow, then slides down and pulls himself out from under the sheet.
“Sit on my dick while my Jules sits on my face. You two can use me.”
Pressing my palms into his chest, I lift my hips and aim over his hard dick. Juliet straddles his mouth and settles in for a ride of her own. When I slide over Carson’s thick cock and his tongue delves inside her pussy, we both sigh happily and lean forward for a kiss. Her lips are soft as they caress mine.
One of Carson’s hands grips my thigh, and the other Juliet’s, while we writhe on him in sync. His thickness fills me so much, I stretch every time I hit the base.
“My girls fuck me so good!” Carson moans between Juliet’s thighs. I work him harder, shifting my hips each time I sink down. It tickles when he slides his palm up to my belly, then does the same to Juliet. “I can’t wait for both of my girls to get big pregnant bellies.”
Juliet whimpers and sits down harder on him, and I know she’s close. Gently, I let my lips dance across her neck, then suck there and down further and latch onto her sensitive nipple. She screams as she comes and threads her fingers through my hair as she does. Carson grabs my waist and shoves me down on him, and the sensation makes me explode all over him as he erupts within me.
As I dismount, Carson gathers me in for a deep kiss, giving me everything of Jules painted on his lips. She joins us, licking the seam of Carson’s mouth as he holds us close to his sides.
When we settle in under the covers together, Juliet and I hold hands on top of Carson’s broad chest, and we each sigh with contentment.
“I love both of my wives with all my heart. You’ve made me the absolute happiest man in the world.”
Juliet’s fingers rub my hand as she says, “And we love you.”
With a delicate peck on his cheek, I find myself slipping into sleep, but stop long enough to squeeze her back and say, “We do.”