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Chapter 4

Darren

Marcus left shortlyafter Rayne, leaving me alone with Antoine.

Placing my hands on Antoine’s stiff shoulders, I worked my fingers into the muscles beneath his suit jacket. Rayne and the others had many good points and I couldn't argue with any of them. I myself wanted nothing more than to steal Piper away and hide out on some faraway land so no one could find us. Except they would. The council and the hunters all had their ways. We’d never be safe for long and then we would have to run again. And I didn’t want that for Piper or my child.

My child. Wow. That has a strange ring to it.

While the likelihood of Piper being pregnant by anyone else but me was almost nonexistent, in fact it had never been heard of before, it was hard to believe that I had created a life. I never in my wildest dreams, even before Antoine made me his human servant, thought I would be a father. It would be mind-blowing had we not had bigger issues to deal with.

Antoine picked up my hand, stopping it from rubbing his shoulder. I paused the other one. “I have not seen you wear your gloves in quite a while.” He traced his fingers along the line of my white gloves.

I held my hand still while he inspected them. “I suppose they comfort me.”

Antoine hummed, still staring at my gloved hand. Then he pinched the tip of the material of my middle finger and pulled the glove down my hand. Tucking the glove into the front pocket of his suit jacket, he drew my hand against the curve of his cheek and then pressed his lips to the flesh of my palm.

I stood still unsure of what he was doing. It was unlike Antoine to be so affectionate. Especially in a public part of the house. I didn’t know if I wanted it to end or for him to continue.

Antoine's mouth found the pulse of my wrist, his tongue flicking out to lick it. I sucked in a hard breath, a jolt of pleasure going straight to my cock.

“What are you doing, master?” There was a quaver in my voice I had not heard in a long time.

Without looking up from what he was doing, Antoine answered, “I am distracting you from your worries.”

Antoine tugged on my hand urging me around the chair. I knelt before him and peered up at him confused. “Isn't that my job, master?”

Leaning closer, Antoine’s long fingers slid into the lengths of my slicked back hair gripping the black locks in his grasp.

“Do you think to tell me what I can and cannot do?” He snarled, bending my head back enough that it twinged slightly.

“Of course not, master.” I gasped and forced myself to hold still. The sharp tug on my hair making me even harder.

A small smile played on Antoine's lips and he released me. “If only our Piper conceded so easily as you did. Why do you think she loathes to call me master? Is it such a hardship?”

I swallowed thickly and breathed out, “She is her own being. If she was anything other than a proud and stubborn little thing, I do not think the rest of us would have fallen so easily for her.”

Antoine arched a pale brow. “You think so?”

I tried to find my words. “If she had been like all the other maids we have employed. Wynn and perhaps a few others would have fucked her and then you would have fired her.”

“And why do you think our lovely Piper has lasted this long? We have all had her.” He stroked his fingers along the side of my face.

I shivered.

“And yet...” Antoine continued, “here she is, pregnant with your child and bound to me forever. Curious how things work out.”

“Yes,” I panted, his fingers finding their way to my lower lip. He stroked his thumb across it and my mouth fell open for him. The urge to lick my lips was savage pounding against my head. I knew I couldn’t though. Not without Antoine's permission. If I wanted this to lead to where I wanted it to, then I had to play the game.

“How does that make you feel?” Antoine inquired, those icy blue-eyed locking onto mine.

I started to answer and then stopped. I wasn’t sure what I was answering.

HowdidI feel right now? Like I was going to come in my pants like a thirteen-year-old boy seeing his first pair of breasts.

Or was Antoine asking how I felt about Piper having my baby? Which was something I hadn’t let myself think much about yet. Everything I loved in my life had been taken from me. It was only a matter of time before Antoine and Piper would be next. And with our track record that could be any day now. I couldn’t let myself feel anything for the unborn child yet. Not when our future was so uncertain.

Instead of answering him, I reached for his belt.


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