She whimpers in protest, and I flip her around, tossing Nikki onto her back. “You better not be done,” she says, staring at my rock-hard cock.
I scoff under my breath.
Done?
Not until we’re both done screaming.
I plunge into her, harder and deeper. I guide her legs to my shoulders, and her insides tighten against me.
“Please.” She’s gnawing on her bottom lip again. Her eyes are open, but they are tiny slits as she struggles to stare up at me.
“You may come,” I command as I rub her clit, and she’s clenching and tightening. Her toes curl and her back arches off the mattress.
It takes every ounce of energy to hold on another few seconds as I listen to the soft gasps and moans as her orgasm overtakes her body.
One.
Two.
Three more strokes and I’m there with her, spilling myself inside of her, buried in her warmth.
I pull out and climb off the mattress, heading back to the bathroom.
“Dante?” her voice is soft and sweet like a faded whisper.
“Go to sleep,” I say.
She climbs under the covers. My covers.
I never let anyone else sleep in my bed.
I stalk into the bathroom and shut the door.
What have I done?
Fucking her wasn’t part of the equation.
She’s the mother of my child. But a relationship? That could get complicated too fast. I lean on the bathroom counter. Staring at my reflection, I see my father, his hatred in my eyes.
I hate him.
I hate myself even more.
He was a cruel man, bringing countless women into his bed. It is any wonder that I’m his only child. I expected to discover a half-sibling somewhere out there, waiting to claim our father’s inheritance.
It never happened.
I’m the unlucky bastard to have a father who didn’t want a son. My mother died when I was young. I had countless nannies until I was of age to attend boarding school.
I’ll never send my own flesh and blood away, but raising a child, what the hell do I know about that?
There are monsters who roam the streets and want my family destroyed. How am I supposed to protect a baby?
I shut off the bathroom light and retreat to the bedroom. Nikki is already sound asleep and softly snoring, buried under my covers.
I can’t stay in here with her.
Correction.