Page 6 of The President's Passion
I stir in surprise, thinking it’s quite nice to have someone care for me this much. It’s been so long since somebody cared for me. And how bizarre is it that fate took such a turn? Yesterday I was busy planning a coup and now I want to go back in time and yell at myself for even daring to think it.
How could somebody want to hurt such a beautiful man? A man who deep down has the kindest of hearts. I bite my lip. Yes, he must have a kind heart because he wouldn’t care this much about me if he didn’t.
“Can I offer you something else?” Went asks, still with his face on my belly. “Chocolate cake, candy...? We pretty much have everything.”
“Uh...no,” I murmur and he looks up at me with dazed eyes.
“Then I’d like for you to tell me his name. The name of the man who talked you into killing me.”
“Nobody ordered me to kill you. It was my own choice.”
His eyes deepen with doubt. “If you want me to believe that a precious thing like you could have so much hate in your heart, then you must take me for a fool.”
“You wouldn’t understand...”
He clasps my shoulders, his fingertips digging into my skin. “Then help me understand, help me see why the mother of my future children would want to kill me?”
“Your what?” I cry out like a cat in heat and I’m close to hyperventilating because I was right in my suspicions. What will the Dead Roses say when they found out that I’ve given myself to the enemy. That I’ve broken our pact and allowed myself to beclaimedby the man we hate the most.
But the magnetism, the lure...the tender way he looks at me. They’re all about the cause and they wouldn’t be sympathetic to matters of the heart.
“There’s a price that needs to be paid for what you’ve done,” he gently rasps and I cower.
“Then send me to prison like a normal person.”
Went frowns. “I don’t want to impregnate you in a prison. I want you relaxed when I claim you and a cell isn’t that relaxing.”
“Don’t impregnate me at all!” I yelp. “You say it as if we don’t have a choice.”
“We don’t and you need to give in for your own peace of mind. And mine.” He rises, a look of frustration flaring on his face. “There’s not a single place in this country where I’m not allowed to enter, not a single door that’s closed off to my power. I’m welcomed everywhere...,” his eyes flash, “and I expect to be welcomed between your legs.”
Gulping, I sit up and the dizziness is gone. I’m very much clear in the head and Went’s intentions are just as clear. “I’d like to keep closed to v...visitors for now,” I stutter. I’ve never even slept with a man and I’m not used to having one make demands on my body and it’s oddly...stimulating.
Went lowers his face, his eyes only a couple of inches from mine. “Not for long. Nothing keeps me away from what I want for long. I’ll find my way in one way or another.”
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Wentworth
Stabbing a hand through my hair, I look down at her as she lies there on my chaise. She’s mouthwatering, goosebumps covering her naked arms and she has a deer in the headlight’s look as if she’s overwhelmed.
I’m not sure myself about what’s going on, acting on pure instinct and as a man that’s taken over a country, I understand what it will take to take over her. I’ll have to be careful, not misstep and make sure that she falls right into me without much protest. Maybe her confusion will even serve me because I don’t want her thinking clearly and coming up with excuses as to why she can’t be impregnated by the president she just tried to murder.
Personally, I find it poetic. Our journey together began with near death and it’ll end with new life being created. In my mind, I believe it to be a fair punishment. She tried taking my life and in exchange she’ll give me a new one. Inwardly I stir at the thought of her cradling her belly, lavishing love on a part of me inside of her and it makes me want to soar to the skies.
Jackie blinks, looking up at me. “Went...?” she breathes and I realize I’ve done nothing but stare at her for the last few minutes. She rises but I snap,
“Stay with me.”
She winces. “I need to go to the bathroom, take a shower, get out of this stupid gown...I can’t stay here.”
Her gown isn’t stupid. She looked like an apparition in it when she came at me, and had she shot me I would’ve gladly taken her hand and followed her to the other side. That’s how unearthly she was to me.
And there’s something about the way that she looks at me that’s endlessly reassuring as if she’s finally the one that makes me feel earthbound. There are no heights I want to reach, no power I want to gain other than the height of her ecstasy and the power of her love. I want the decency with her, the comfort, the soft conversations at the end of the day and the encouragement and pats on my back for the times when I need strength.
She will be the copper to my iron, the sunset to my sunrise and the necromancer of my buried emotions. She will be everything I need, contained in the body of a woman.
And for that, I will inwardly always keep my head lowered in her presence as a reminder of who she is to me. I don’t keep it low for anyone, but for her...for her I do it without hesitating.