Chapter 20 #2
“You left me.” The words were bitter on my tongue.
My gaze lifted to her face. Her hazel green eyes were red-rimmed still, but sharper in focus as she glared back at me.
She wanted to speak, I knew that much from the tight resistant expression on her face, but my hand on her poor little pussy was enough of a reminder not to cross the boundary.
In fact … I removed one palm from her ass and cupped her cunt. Heat poured over my fingers. Liquid fire as her arousal soaked me. Her pussy was ripe for the taking. I grinned. She might pretend not to like it, but her body certainly knew who it wanted. Me. Always and only ever me.
“You’re lucky, Angel,” I said, playing across her lower lips, spreading them and then sliding my middle finger right through the center of her heat.
She arched against my hand and a small whimper echoed back to my ears.
“Had you been pregnant with my child and I found out you kept them from me for five years … we would have had a very different reunion.”
Her breathing grew rougher the longer I toyed with her cunt, running my finger up and down her swollen and wet entrance.
Her reddened clit poked through its hood, practically calling out to me.
I gave it what it wanted—a firm pinch that had her moaning.
I wasn’t a complete monster, after all, not to my wife and the future mother of my children.
Angel sobbed as I teased her cunt, pushing in a single finger before pulling it out and running it down to her clit to circle it, encouraging it to stay out of its hood.
I could have played with her for hours, I realized.
Just kept her tied and bound and open for me as I edged her closer and closer to release, only to pull back and listen to her cries of disbelief.
She begged me with her body, shoving her hips out, swaying her ass back and forth as if that would be enough to tempt me.
Then again, it was enough. She was all that could tempt me. Perhaps it was the low-riding obsession I’d developed for her over the past five years, but whatever it was—I felt like I owned this woman. The only one who seemed to not realize it, was her, and that was confusing to me.
Ever since I’d shot my first man, taken my first life, made my first kill—I’d always gotten what I wanted. I’d risen to the top of my career and then found my way into an even more powerful position. Because of her. My key. My bride. My fucking wife.
Pulling away from her dripping pussy, I quickly shoved down my pants and took myself in hand. Her breathing caught, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room—soundproof, no doubt, with Ian’s attention to detail. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, waiting, curious.
Had she not realized yet that she was no longer protected against me?
I wondered how it would feel to fuck her and fill her with my cum and wait for her to realize what I’d done.
I knew very little about women’s birth control—it was never something I needed to concern myself with.
But I did know that sometimes women didn’t bleed on them.
Would she realize she was pregnant, or would it not be until she began to grow, ripe and swollen, with my child that she would understand her circumstances?
She likely still harbored some semblance of hope that she could escape me.
That I wouldn’t understand what had happened that night.
I knew that the true killer of Raffaello Price now sat in his mansion upon his throne.
Jackie. She was the reason Angel had run, and soon she would get her just rewards, but for now, it was time to do what I should’ve done five years ago.
It was time to fuck my wife and ensure she didn’t leave this room without a solid reminder of me growing in her womb.
I settled the head of my cock into place, and with one solid push, I thrust into her cunt. Angel cried out as I fucked into her, her back bowing and her head popping up as she strained against the cuffs holding her in place. Tight muscles wound around my shaft, pulling me in even further.
A low groan spread through my chest and moved up my throat. “So fucking tight, Angel,” I said through gritted teeth. “Your cunt is choking my cock.”
Angel’s body squirmed beneath me. She panted, she gasped, she tightened and released her insides, driving me that much closer to the brink. Every single movement she made rippled along my cock. Her juices dripped around me.
Pulling out, I slammed back in. My hands found her hips, and holding tight, I began my barrage.
I fucked her tight, wet pussy with the same violence as I had her throat.
With each thrust, she grunted and whimpered.
Her hands balled into fists above the cuffs, the muscles of her arms straining as she pulled them tight.
Using my hold on her, I forced her hips back, jerking her into my lap as I withdrew and then thrust back into her tight, welcoming insides. “So fucking good, love,” I whispered. “You take cock like a born whore.”
A low curse drew from her lips at that, but I didn’t mind. She could spit and curse at me all she liked; I would still have her full of me by the end of the night.
Her insides contracted around me, and I struggled not to come right then and there.
I wanted her hotter, wetter, and far more out of her fucking mind by the time I dumped my seed into her cunt.
Now that the wicked thought had taken root in my mind, I wanted to see the shock on her face when she realized that I’d gotten everything I wanted from her and she’d accepted it—thinking she was safe.
I sawed in and out of her pussy, back and forth, gripping her tight as her inner walls squeezed me. I was drawing closer and closer and I knew that she was too. Unable to put it off any longer, I reached beneath her and pinched her little clit hard. That was all it took.
Angel thrust back against me, her head coming off the bed along with her shoulders as she twisted against her restraints. Her legs kicked. She screamed. But inside of her, I felt the hard clamp of her muscles as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Finally, I allowed myself that release. My hands on her hips tightened as I dug my fingers into her sides, holding her against me as I came and came, filling her insides.
I’d never had a family before and I wasn’t entirely sure that I could become a family man—not with the darkness that tainted my soul.
But family wasn’t the only goal here. An heir was.
The Price Empire would be mine and Evangeline Price would be my Queen. Her body would produce my right to rule, whether she wanted it or not.
My hips pressed into the fleshy underside of her ass and I bowed over her spine, sweat dripping from my temples and landing on the pale skin of her back.
She, too, was coated in perspiration. My cock jerked inside of her and a low groan rumbled through my chest. Never before had I ever felt so out of control above a woman tied to a bed.
Somehow, though, Angel made me feel both like a God and like a human bowing beneath something much bigger than myself.
When I pulled free of her pussy, I carefully took the pillow I’d pulled away from her earlier and then slipped it underneath her belly. She moaned and tried to tug herself away, over-sensitized most likely, but I didn’t let her. The cuffs and my unyielding hands kept her right where I wanted her.
“There, there,” I whispered to her, stroking my fingers down her spine. “Hold still for me, love. We have to make sure that Daddy’s little swimmers make it.”
Her head turned and she glared back at me. “It’s not going to happen, Gaven,” she said, her voice hoarse from all of the crying and screaming.
My smile widened. “And why is that?” I asked. Curiosity drilled into me. Would she admit the truth? Would she tell me about the implant? If so, would I be given the chance to tell her that it was gone?
Angel’s teeth raked across her bottom lip and she sighed. A play of emotions crossed her face—irritation, anger, regret, and something else … fear. But what did she fear?
I waited, but the answer I sought never came. Instead, Angel sighed and shook her head. “One time doesn’t guarantee I’ll get pregnant, Gaven,” she said. “It didn’t five years ago and it won’t now.”
Ahh, so she was going that route. My smile never faltered.
I turned away and found my discarded handkerchief, cleaning off my cock as I zipped up before pivoting back to her.
Leaning onto the bed, I reached up and stroked her hair back—away from her face before I cupped her cheek and stared down into her upturned eyes.
There was a flush to her cheeks, a dewiness to her skin that made me want to roll her onto her back and re-cuff her arms so that I could have her all over again.
“There are many things you don’t realize, Angel,” I said, hedging my truth the same way she had.
“But I can assure you of this—we won’t be fucking only one time, love.
You’ll have my cum in your belly every day from here on out until you're pregnant with our heir.”
She arched a brow back at me, her lips twisting into a scowl. “And what if I don’t get pregnant?” she snapped. “What if I can’t? Will you divorce me?”
“I only have one wife, Angel,” I replied. “I will only ever have one wife and that wife is you.”
Releasing her face, I stood up and took a step back, admiring the way her heart-shaped ass was stained red. White cum coated the outer lips of her sex. “You’ll stay this way,” I say. “Until enough time has passed.”
“It’s not going to fucking happen, Gaven!” she cursed.
She didn’t think so, and had I not had her looked over by a doctor who’d found her birth control implant, then she would have been right.
Now, though, we both held secrets and I felt no shame in letting her continue believing she was safe from me.
One way or another, I’d have my heir and my empire. It was only a matter of time.