8. Seven
Seven
Kayleigh
I tried to avoid Erik, but not even two hours later he was banging on my door.
“Seamrag bheag, open the door.”
I groan into my pillow. Maybe if I lay here quietly, he will think I fell asleep and go away.
“I can hear you, Kayleigh.”
“No, you don’t go away.”
“Quit acting like a brat and open the door.”
“No, I want to be alone.”
“That’s not an option.”
I groan again. I’m not in the mood to deal with him. I just want to be left alone with my feelings.
“Last warning.” I continue to ignore him and wrap the blankets over my head. I hear the door rattle, and fucking hell, why won’t he just leave me alone? I feel the bed sink as he sits next to me. “You going to talk to me or hide under the blankets?”
“Hide under the blankets and you go away sounds like the best option.”
“Not an option.”
“Go away, Erik. I said I don’t want to talk.”
“You are not running away from this. From us.”
“There is no us.”
“Oh yes there is. I told you that.”
“You can’t be with a woman like me.”
The blanket is ripped off my body. I sit up, growling, and reach for it, but the asshole grabs me by my hips and sits me on his lap. I push at his chest and try to get away, but he just wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to his chest.
“Erik, let go of me.”
“No.”
“No?”
“You heard me; I said no. You are not hiding.”
“Maybe I just don’t want to talk to you.”
“Do you think I don’t see you?”
“Obviously you do. I’m clearly sitting in your lap.”
He takes my chin between his fingers, forcing my gaze to meet his.
“Don’t be a smartass, seamrag bheag. I’ve been watching you since I brought you home with me. Don’t think I don’t see the facade you are putting on in front of everyone else and the fake smiles you wear.”
No. I shake my head and loosen his grip on my chin. He can’t see past the mask.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Want to try that lie again and make it more believable this time?”
“Maybe I just don’t want talk about it.”
“You don’t want to talk about this ‘I can’t be the woman for you’, bullshit?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s not bullshit. It’s the truth.” I yelp when a slight pain radiates across my ass, then he takes my chin in his fingers once more.
“You will not talk bad about my future wife.”
“Would you give it a rest? I’m not your future wife.”
“Oh, but you are.”
“I’ll give it to you, you’re a stubborn asshole.”
“No, I’m just determined and have never shared what is mine. I’m a very possessive motherfucker.”
“Well, let me know how all that works for you after you talk to my father and brothers.” I smirk knowing there’s no way in hell any of them would be okay with this. No matter how bad I want it.
“You leave your father and brothers to me. I did save you, and they can show their appreciation by minding their own business.”
I chuckle. “Good luck with that. After what happened with Connor and now Andrew, I’m going to have them all so far up my ass, I’m going to want to pull my hair out.”
“Connor? Who the fuck is Connor?”
“An issue from years ago.”
“Explain.”
“Nope.”
“Seamrag bheag, I’d advise you to start talking.”
“Or what?”
“Tell me, Kayleigh, have you ever had your orgasms denied?”
“Nope. And it won’t happen since you are not touching me.”
“I will be touching you. Trust me, you will be on your knees begging for my touch; you will crave it and will do anything for it.” Erik pulls me closer to him. “Feel that? All this is yours and only yours, just like your sweet pussy is mine.”
“Erik…I…”
“You want me to give that needy little pussy attention?” I ignore him, but he goes on, “Is your needy pussy wet for me?”
Fuck. I bite my lip. I will not give in to his dirty mouth and sexual advances.
“Is it clenching desperately for my cock to fill it?” he says as he lifts his hips and I dig my nails into his shoulder. He puts his mouth against the shell of my ear, whispering, “Does your needy pussy want me to slide my cock inside it?”
I pant, closing my eyes, tightening my legs around him, but his hands only pull my legs further apart.
“Open them; give in and thrust that needy and swollen clit against my hard cock. I know you wish that our clothes were on the ground and I could grind against that clit as I push my cock into your wet pussy. I would fill you so completely you would feel me for days. Would you want me to fuck you hard and fast or take my time as I tease you and slowly, oh so slowly, push inside you and slide back out only to do it over and over until your sweet pussy grips onto me, begging for me cum inside you?”
I push back onto him; I want that so bad. Want him in me.
“When I finally get you naked and sprawled out on my bed, we won’t be leaving it for several days. I will fuck you over and over again until I make sure you are filled with my child. Then and only then will I let you up, only to have you back in my bed every night and fuck you more because I will never get enough of being inside you.”
“Erik…” I moan.
“That’s it, mo bhana-phrionnsa shalach, let go. I want you to cover me in your cum.” He growls as he reaches between us and starts rubbing my clit over my thin athletic shorts.
“E-Erikkkkk!” His name bounces off the walls in the room.
“Such a good girl, cumming for me as you were told to,” he says as he continues to rub my clit and I ride out the most intense orgasm of my life. The black dots keep dancing behind my eyelids, and I try to stop my legs shaking on either side of his hips. Erik kisses the side of my forehead and holds me to his chest.
Once I have come down from orgasm heaven, it hits me that, once again, I let his dirty mouth distract me and seduce me. I try to push away but Erik wraps his arms of steel around me.
“No, you are not pushing me away. Talk to me.”
“You will hate me; I should have stopped.”
“What will I hate you for?”
Fine, he wants to know so bad, then he can fucking know, and when he kicks me out I’ll go home and do what I need to do.
“Because I’m fucking pregnant.”
He smiles softly at me. “I know, seamrag bheag,” he says as he pushes some of my hair behind my ear.
“You... you know. How? Wait, did the doctor tell you?”
“No, I overheard when he was giving you an examination after you woke up.”
“You were eavesdropping? You had no right.”
“I had every right, anything that has to do with you is my business.”
“No.”
“Yes. Now what do you want to do about the baby? You only have a few weeks left until it is too late for an abortion. You don’t have to; you do whatever you want. You have my support.”
“No man wants to raise a rapist’s baby.”
“It wouldn’t be a rapist’s baby. It would be our baby. The baby may not have my blood, but it will have my heart and soul in their little hands just like you do.” I wipe the tears off my face before he adds, “Why the tears, seamrag bheag?”
“I wish I was as strong as you but…but I ca…can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Can..n’t keep it.” I take a deep breath and continue. “It might make me a terrible person and even if this is my only chance to have kids, I can’t raise a baby that will remind me every day of the monster who stole my virtue. I know it might make me seem weak, but I can’t do it. I’m not that strong.” I sob into Erik’s chest.
“Shh, seamrag bheag. It doesn’t make you weak. You survived hell with him, and you are alive and healing. That makes you strong. When do you want to do it?”
“Soon.”
“Okay I will have it set up; do you want me with you?”
“Please.” I nod.
He pulls my head back against his chest and kisses the top of it. “I will take care of everything,” he tells me. “Close your eyes and relax. You are safe.” I do and let my body relax in his arms.
“I promise everything will be okay,” he says against my hair.
I feel like he is the first person outside the men in my family that I can actually trust. I just hope I never have to use the secret item that Emilia mailed me.