“Yours.” I’m still looking at Isaia.
“Who gets to fuck you? Who is the only one who will ever make you come?”
I whimper before sucking in a breath. “You. Only you. Always.”
“Good girl.” He circles my clit harder, faster. “Now, come for me, stray. Let my brother see how fucking beautiful you are when you come around my cock.”
I detonate, and my body shudders as my climax rips me wide open. It’s so intense, so powerful, tears well up in the corners of my eyes, and I scream—loud and desperate, needing relief from the pleasure crippling me with violent waves. My mind is bent, broken, and I’m nothing but coiled pleasure that has my body tied in knots.
“That’s my girl,” Alexius coos as my pussy pulses around his cock. I expect him to follow suit, to come inside me, but instead, he pulls out, and hot liquid spurts on my ass and back, Alexius jerking his dick, marking me with his cum.
I close my eyes, holding my breath, trying to come to terms with what the fuck just happened.
Now that the ecstasy is withering, fear is starting to trickle in again. There’s no saying what will happen now, how we’ll deal with this, because whatever this is, it’s not right. It’s not fucking normal.
But it’s us.
For a moment while my mind is still shattered, I’m forced to be honest with myself by admitting something I’ve been denying for too long. The truth is, I would eventually forgive him for the tricked pregnancy. It’s inevitable. What Alexius and I have can’t be ignored, no matter what the outside factors might be. But after this, what happens now? This just turned into the most morally gray shit Alexius and I have ever done. It’s fucked up, but the thrill still lingers in my veins, and it’s indescribable.
But it’s wrong. I can feel it corrupt me.
I have no idea where my strength comes from. It’s like a burst of adrenaline floods my veins, and I grab the sheets, launching up, twisting around, and slap him across the face.
His palm is on his cheek, the smack slicing through the room, his dark gaze instantly gone, replaced with the blue iridescence I’ve come to love more than life itself.
“You bastard,” I whisper, and his only response is solemn silence. “I’m your fucking wife,” I say, rage rippling off my tongue. “Your wife. I’m not your goddamn toy, a possession you can play with whenever you want to prove a point. I’m not a prop for you to use whenever you feel like having a pissing contest with your brother.”
His top lip curls up like he’s contemplating whether to push a dagger through his own heart or mine.
I grab his hand, tears now streaming down my face, and place his palm flat against my belly. “I’m pregnant. I’m carrying your babies inside me. I’m going to be the mother of your children.”
“I know that.”
“Do you?” I push his hand harder against my stomach. “What you just did, whatwejust did, is twisted and warped beyond words. And it will never…neverhappen again.”
“You fucking liked it.”
“You’re right. I did. That doesn’t make it any less fucked up. We’re going to be parents, Alexius. You’re going to be a father. You’ll be responsible for them, have to take care of them…andme.” I place my palms on his cheeks. The cold, hard anger that was on his face moments ago is now gone. “You and me, we’re going to be the people our kids look up to. And is this really who you want to be for your kids? A jealous, over-the-top, possessive fucker who can’t control himself. A man who beats his brother and then fucks his wife in front of him because you somehow convinced yourself that you own me. Not love. Own. There’s a big difference, and you need to realize that because soon you’re going to hold your son or daughter in your arms, and I pray to God that when that day comes, you’re a man worthy of that title.” I let go of his cheeks. “Worthy of being a father.”
I drop my hands at my sides, licking my lips. “I’m done with this shit. Done. Because I know I want to be a mother worthy of the title, too.”
A stillness drops over us. It’s cold as ice—overwhelming, weighted, dragging down around us with an unease that crawls in my blood. It’s a wall blocking out everything other than the words I just spoke—the dose of reality I injected into both our veins.
My tears have stopped, but my heart silently cries, drowning my lungs while I hold my breath.
Alexius rights his pants and straightens his broad shoulders.
He looks over my shoulder at Isaia, and his expression remains stone. But I see the whirlpool of emotions in his eyes, the weight of it as reality sets in. His eyes meet mine for a single second before he turns and stomps out, the slam of the door behind him causing me to flinch.
I bite my tongue to keep myself from gasping, to stop the tears from resurfacing while my heart just…dies. Because deep down I know…nothing will ever be the same.
ChapterEleven
LEANDRA
Tap water runs over my hands while I stare at my reflection. My mind is numb. But my body isn’t. It aches everywhere, especially between my thighs. Alexius was ruthless and unrelenting. His touch was cruel and unkind like he didn’t give a shit about me. All he cared about was fucking me, marking me in front of Isaia—a twisted display of ownership.
But no matter his intentions, he still made me come. My most sordid part liked it, and now I have to choose to believe he knew that, which is why he didn’t stop. I refuse to think of the alternative—I refuse to let that thought take root. If it does, there’s no telling what it’ll destroy.