"No, yes," she glances away then back at me, "that has to be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."
"So, you’re crying?"
"They’re tears of joy," she explains.
I shake my head, then pull out of her.
"Oh," she gasps.
I glance down to where my cum slides down her inside thigh.
"Fuck, that’s hot." I reach down and push the liquid back inside her.
She draws in a sharp breath. I glance up at her. Her pupils dilate as she worries her lower lip.
"Told you, only I am allowed to hurt you, babe," I reach up and tug her lip out from between her teeth.
"Why do you do that?" she asks in a low voice.
"Push my cum back inside of you?"
She flushes. "When you put it like that," she squeezes her eyes shut, "it sounds so filthy."
"Good," I straighten, drag my sweats up; then slide the gun into my waistband before I haul her up in my arms. "And to answer your question, it’s because I want to get you pregnant."
"What?" She stares up at me, "You did not just say that."
I chuckle as I walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Do you mean it?"
"I never say anything I don’t."
"Jesus," she shakes her head, "first you say you love me, then you say you want to get me pregnant."
"We are married," I point out.
"You realize, you have more Mafia in you then you care to admit."
"What do you mean?"
"This entire kidnapping me, bringing me to your home, then fucking the living daylights out of me and trying to get me pregnant. It’s like, really possessive alphaholish behavior."
"Alphaholish?" I frown.
"Yeah, when you go all asshole and you are alpha, ergo—"
"I’ll take that as a compliment," I smirk.
"Of course, you would," she snorts, "and if that isn’t acting like one of the Sovranos, I don’t know what is."
I frown as I walk into my bedroom.
"I didn’t mean to upset you by saying that."
"You didn’t upset me," I head into the bathroom, "but it’s disconcerting to realize that you are right."
I reach the tub and set her down, then turn on the tap. The water flows into the tub and steam rises up.