Chapter 23
H aving Helen by my side has been the only salvation to the otherwise never-ending nightmare that has taken over my life the last few months.
It’s been an endless cycle of meetings and proving myself worthy of the crown placed on my head.
Most of these men have watched me go from awkward teenager to a cocky little shithead, but now they need to view me as their leader—which is proving to be a harder task than anticipated.
Every move I make, every deal I negotiate, is met with more questions than they would ever dare have thrown at Da.
The only bright spots have been when I’ve had Helen in my arms. Not having her by my side at the funeral gutted me, but keeping her sheltered from the limelight was the best call.
Knowing she was waiting in my flat was the only thing that got me through the day.
And now, after a long day full of meetings, I just want to hold her and forget about my never-ending responsibilities; to soak up every inch of her goodness so maybe it’ll mellow out the evil crawling inside me.
But from the moment I picked her up, it’s been clear she’s a thousand miles away, any gentle probing on my end met with half-assed smiles and lacklustre reassurances.
Even now, as she takes the penthouse in, her usual awe is diluted.
With a frown, I cup her elbow. Turning her to face me, I link eyes with her as I try once again.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did the girls say something at lunch? ”
“Nothing’s wrong, I promise. It’s just… Everything’s so heavy at the moment.
I want to be here for you more than anything, but I don’t know how to help you other than being here when you need me.
” It’s a half-truth at best, but with a kiss to her forehead, I let it lie.
She’ll confide in me when she’s ready. Until then, I just want to hold my girl.
Threading my fingers through hers, I continue down the path to my room.
As the door closes behind her, she tugs me to a stop.
Turning to face her, I raise a questioning brow.
“Please. Give me some guidance here. What do you need?” she blurts, looking up at me with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
Reaching up, I tug it free with my thumb, only for her tongue to dart out and lick me.
With a groan, I adjust myself as I watch her suck on my flesh.
“You. All I need is you in whatever capacity I can have you.”
“I’m yours, mind, body, and soul,” she vows, leaning up to hook an arm around my neck, drawing my mouth down to hers.
Burying my fist in her hair, I haul her closer to me as I devour the taste of her.
She slots against me perfectly, like this is what we were made for.
With a breathy moan, she digs her nails into my neck before tipping her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat to me.
Letting go of her hair, I palm the curve of her perfect ass with both hands.
She circles her legs around my waist as I use my grip to lift her up.
Fusing our mouths back together with a curse at how good she feels, I walk us over to the bed before laying her down on the silk sheets.
“Please, Jonathan.” I’ve barley taken a step back when her whimper reaches my ears.
The sight of her laying there, blonde hair contrasting with my black sheets, chest heaving with each breath, pupils blown wide, has my cock rock hard.
With a smirk, I take my time rolling up my sleeves and basking in her whimpers.
“What does my pretty girl need?” I croon, watching the shiver that passes through her as she clenches her fists in my sheets.
“I need you to touch me,” she whimpers.
“Hmm, yeah? Where? Here?” Trailing my fingers along her ankle does little more than wind her up. With a huff, she shakes her head as I get rid of her shoes before pressing a kiss to each ankle.
“Higher,” she pants, reaching for my wrist. She tries to drag me further up her body, but with a click of my tongue, I unravel her fingers before gathering both her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. Leaning down, I nip her bottom lip.
“Use your words, pretty girl. Tell. Me. Exactly. What. You. Want.” Between each word, I kiss my way down her neck, skip past her enticing cleavage, and return to my spot on my knees at the edge of the bed.
“I need you to fuck me. To claim me. I need your cum. Please give it to me. Fill me up. Claim me as yours.” Goddamn, does she look pretty with tears in her eyes as her skin takes on a rosy hue of desperation.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I praise her, watching as her back arches at the words. Huh, looks like my girl likes a little praise. Good to know. Running my hands up her legs and under her dress, I hook her underwear around my fingers before pulling it down.
“Looks like someone is a needy, dirty fucking girl,” I growl, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal from the damp spot on her thong.
“Needy for you,” she confesses with a blush heating her cheeks.
As a reward for being so fucking perfect, I crawl up the bed and push her dress out of my way.
Letting out a curse at the sight of her wet pussy, I hook my arms under her legs to raise her hips off the bed before licking her from slit to clit.
Her moans wash over me as I eat her like a starved man, circling her clit with my thumb and rocking my hips down into the bed.
I need inside her now, before I blow and waste my cum.
It belongs inside her, coating her insides, claiming her as my fucking woman in every way.
“Come for me, pretty girl. Come all over my face, and then I’ll fuck you so full of my cum, it’ll be dripping out of you,” I growl, thrusting two fingers inside her and watching her face as pleasure ripples over her and she cries out my name. Fuck, I could watch her come all day.
“Jonathan, please, I need it,” she whimpers, reaching down to fist my hair.
With a groan and one last taste of her, I work my way up her body, kissing her stomach and sucking her nipples along my way.
I might be fit to burst, but my woman is always going to feel like the queen she is, and I’ll be damned if I don’t worship her the way she deserves. Every. Fucking. Time.
As soon as I’m level with her, she’s wrapping her arms around the nape of my neck and drawing my mouth to hers with a hungry groan.
Reaching between us, I free myself before notching my head at her entrance.
Pulling back, I take in the sight of her wet pussy gripping at me.
With a groan, I watch as I sink inside her before locking eyes with her again.
“You feel so fucking good. So perfect for me, aren’t you? Look at you, taking every inch, my perfect, pretty girl,” I ramble, mouthing at her neck as I build a rhythm that has both of us cursing. Pulling back to look at her, I cup her jaw.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” When she takes too long, I slap her tit. Her mouth drops open on a gasp before her eyes roll back into her head.
“Ahh…you!” she squeals, back arching into the pain. With a curse, I spit on her pussy, the need to come almost more than I can handle. Reaching between us, I thumb her clit until she’s a whimpering, pleading mess beneath me and her pussy has me in a vice grip.
“Be a good girl for me. Come all over my cock. Show me how much you want it, and I’ll give you my cum.
You can do that for me, can’t you?” Rather than answering, she arches her back and cries out my name as she does exactly what I asked.
With a curse, I follow her over the edge, giving her everything I have before pulling back.
Her eyes are glazed over as she smiles up at me, and not for the first time, my chest tightens with emotion.
Pulling myself free, I push my cum back in her, where it belongs, before laying down beside her and pulling her into my arms.
I may have tried to fight this, and now might be the worst possible timing for it, but there’s no denying my feelings anymore.
Helen is it for me. She has my whole heart in the palm of her hand.
She’s my obsession, one I don’t want a cure to.
I didn't think I could have something so pure—so good—until she stormed into my office and my life.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, only before I can say anything, she utters two words that shatter the peaceful moment and abruptly force us to crash back to reality.
“I’m pregnant.”