Page 47 of The Bratva's Forced Bride
She eyed me and my thumb on her lips and raised a hand to my arm. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. Her eyes shifted. “There is, uh ...” she swallowed. “There is a chance, a very high chance that I am, uh, pregnant.”
Fuck me! That was ... unexpected. It hit me with the speed of a wrecking ball and threw me off balance. I blinked rapidly. “What?”
“Wait,” she panicked. “Hear me out. I’m sure the baby is yours because Logan and I, we, uh, haven’t been intimate for a while ...”
My lips curled to a crooked smile, and I couldn’t resist the urge to say, “He wasn’t giving it to you right, was he?”
A red flush rose to her cheeks, but she ignored the question. “And when we did, we used protection. But with you ...”
I pulled her even closer to my chest, so close, all it was going to take was a small flick of my tongue to taste her mouth. “With me, it was different, wasn’t it? Wild and rough. The way you liked it.”
“Mark, that’s not the point,” she rasped, but I couldn’t get past my name from her lips, and then her tone was firmer. “I’m saying, I don’t care if you take responsibility or not for my baby—which is the subject of this discussion. I’m keeping it.”
Her audacity stung and the blood in my veins thickened. On any other day I would have teased or applauded her confidence, from a timid cat to a tigress. Now, some things had to be set straight.
“Our baby, Addison. And from today, never fucking forget that. It takes balls to lie to my face. If you were lying, I’d figure it out, sooner or later. But doing the math and one look in your eyes tells me all I need to know. You’re carrying our baby, and I swear I’m going to protect you both with my life. But if you try anything stupid, like running away again, I’d reign hell on earth until I get you. Comprender?”
Shallow breaths left her lips and her gaze fell to mine. She stayed silent.
“Addison, did you hear what I fucking said?”
She nodded and I smiled. She was so fucking beautiful when she was flustered.
“Good. Now, let’s seal the deal, shall we?”
My fingers ran into her hair, the blood whooshed in my ears, and I brought my lips to hers, claiming her with every fucking breath in me. But … She resisted. Pushed against my chest with fiery eyes. “Stop! Just stop it, please. I can’t do this. I can’t pretend that this doesn’t hurt.”
What was she talking about now?
Instinctively, I gripped her waist, barely processing her words. But she turned her face away, still talking.
“I don’t want to be another one of your whores, Mark. I can’t be useful for just a good fuck. This child deserves a loving and respectful father.”
For the second time, her words slapped me in the face and regret squeezed hard in my chest, tearing into it until the pain burned physically. I had said these words to her and made her feel so small. Unworthy.
I cupped her chin with one hand and skimmed her back with the other. The fucking ugly sweater was a barrier, but I needed to make my point.
“Hey, look at me.”
When she did, I swooped in again and took her mouth by storm. I savored every inch of her warm mouth and swiped her tongue, her soft moans filling the space between us. I pulled back.
“When I kiss you like that, it’s never enough. You know why? You leave me wanting more. I can’t explain it, mi preciosa. The things you do to me. How you make me feel like I want to fucking explode all the time. No other woman has ever left such an impact.”
I kissed her again.
“You are so much more than just a good fuck.”
And again.
“You mean it?” She gasped for air. I didn’t answer, but …
And again.
I kissed her incessantly until she was breathing heavily against my mouth, her hands on my neck and her warm body clinging to mine. Chest to chest. Except for the bloody sweater. It fueled even more heat and increased the friction. I wanted to fuck her. Claim her in a way that took her breath away and made her forget her own name. The need grew. Blood rushed below my belt and my cock strained in my pants.
“Strip,” I growled against her lips and pulled on the sweater. “Take that fucking thing off.”
The hideous clothes went over her head and the skinny jeans went next. Hastily, I unclasped the bra and tugged her closer from the band of her panties. I brushed the undersides of her breasts and squeezed roughly.