Page 15 of His Bet To Take
Opening the door, I smile. “I’m okay, I promise.”
“I just put the boys down for the night.” His voice becomes lustful and needy. The way his eyes darken to the killer I know he becomes any time he isn’t home has a shiver draping down my spine.
“Is that so?”
“That’s so.” His hand flies to my throat and I moan. I fucking love it when his hand is around my neck. He holds so much power, so much control, and in one flick of his wrist, he could kill me.
He would never. He loves me too much. He needs me too much.
Ian Roulette is obsessed with me.
In a bad way.
In an unhealthy way.
In a way police would think I’ve been brainwashed.
But I love it.
And I crave him.
“You better be gentle,” I warn as he tugs me to the bed.
“Why’s that?” He lies me down on the bed and tugs at the belt holding my robe together. The material parts and the cool air wraps around my skin. Goosebumps trail all over my body and my nipples pebble as his hands roam down my chest. He bends down and takes one into his mouth, moaning when he sucks the milk from me. “Fucking hell, you taste so good. I’m so jealous of my children. You’re so sweet. So delicious.” He moves to the other one, roughly sucking it until he gets what he wants.
“Because you went and got me pregnant again, Ian. Maybe you do need to wear a condom or pull out or maybe I need to be on birth control.” I don’t mean it. I only say it to get him pissed off because the way he fucks me when he is unleashed, it’s unparallel to any other man who fucks their woman, I’d bet my life on that.
His hand tightens around my throat and I’m quickly gasping for air. He hovers over me, his face red with fury, the vein in his forehead pumping, and his eyes penetrating my soul, looking for the reason I’d speak to him that way.
“I said I’m pregnant and maybe you shouldn’t come inside me after the baby is born,” I tempt him.
While keeping a hand on my throat, he pushes down his sweatpants just enough for his cock to spring out and slap his belly.
“My come belongs inside you. You’ll never be protected from me, Mae. Ever. Get that through your fucking head.” He drives his fat cock inside me, my pussy slick and ready for him just like it always is, and I moan.
“I’ll never wear a condom. I’ll never pull out,” he spits as if the words taste bad. “And you’ll never be on fucking birth control.” Every drag of his cock feels like heaven. He touches the most forbidden parts of me. “I’m going to have you dripping of me tonight. You aren’t allowed to shower after. I want you to feel me so in the middle of the night, I’ll slide back in with ease, filling you again.” He slams home. “And again.” He thrusts forward again.
“Ian!”
“That’s it. Cry out my name.”
He moves his hand to my stomach and I’m finally able to breathe. I know he’s so happy. I can see the protection, the possessive beast inside him growing.
And it brings tears to my eyes.
“I told you I’d make you cry for me.” He brushes a tear from my cheek and wraps an arm around me to pull me to his chest.
I’ve only ever cried because my love for him has always felt more than what my body can handle.
I was his debt to take, but the love we have is priceless.
The End.
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