She gasps with fear in her eyes. “Who are you?”
“I’m to be your husband. To the rest of the world, I’m Sebastian Diaz, head of the Montenegro Crime Family.” I kiss parted lips and then lift her off my lap, adjusting my pants as I stand up. “Get dressed. We’re leaving and going home.”
“Husband?”
“Yes, Candy.”
“Why?”
“Because I fucking said so. I don’t allow people to question me.”
“I don’t get a choice?”
“You had a choice. Then you decided that you’d drug me in an attempt for me to fuck you without a condom. Is that why your mother slipped in the ecstasy?”
“Is that why you killed her?” Answer a question with a question. Guilty as charged.
“I didn’t kill her. Although I learn who did it, and they already paid with their lives.”
“You actually killed them for killingher?” Does she actually sound jealous?
“No, I killed them for letting her slip that shit into my drink and not saying a damn thing.”
“Then we would have never….”
“The fuck we wouldn’t have. I had every intention of fucking your tight little cunt the second my eyes landed on you, ecstasy or not. It was about their betrayal. Now tell me what the plan was.”
Tears well up in her gorgeous eyes. “The plan was for her to find me a rich man to sleep with and have unprotected sex so I could have a baby and then come back to him in ten months with my hand out to be paid off.”
“That’s the stupidest fucking plan ever.” The thought of any other man putting a baby in her sets my teeth on edge.
“Well, it worked for her when I was young. My father paid her off, so she figured she’d do the same when I became of age.”
“I’m glad she’s gone,” I snarl.
“I’m the one who slept with you.”
“I haven’t forgotten.” I cup her throat and run my hand down her stomach. “I wonder if I fucked my baby into you that night.” Possessively, I get hard up just thinking about her carrying my seed, having a part of me the entire time we were apart.
“I don’t…” she pauses, biting down on her bottom lip.
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t know…I’m late….”
I pull out my phone and send a text to Julio, requesting that he run to the pharmacy and pick up some pregnancy tests because I need to know if she’s carrying my heir immediately. Fuck, my heart’s pounding out of my chest.
After tucking my phone in my pocket, I try to alleviate her concern. “We’ll find out soon. It won’t matter either way because I’m not going to stop fucking that tight little cunt. I’ve lost two months between these thighs. You’ve denied me for two months. Do you know how angry that makes me, my sweet?”
“No. Are you going to hurt me?”
“No. I’m going to push you to the edge of coming and not let you come as punishment.”
“That’s not nice.” She actually pouts, and that goes straight to my cock, making me want to watch her beg for my dick before giving it to her all night long.
“I’m not a nice man,” I answer. She’s lucky I’m being this nice with her for her betrayal.
“Bastard.” Every fiery insult from her lips only turns me on more, sends heated lust through me to match the anger and longing I’ve felt for the past two months.