bathroom’s threshold. She looks so vulnerable like this. So beautiful but also so fragile. She’s a different beast when awake, but what if something happens to her while she sleeps?
The mere fucking thought of not being there for her guts me. She’s pregnant, Elle said. With my baby.
I didn’t even form an opinion on that. People like me don’t deserve to be fathers. I sure as fuck won’t be like Zoe’s dad – who magically happens to be my biological father.
My history means shit to me. At some point in my life as Rubbish boy, I wondered why I was abandoned, but then survival instinct became more important. Seems that my parents had a tragedy on their own, who am I to complain?
A father. I’m going to be a fucking father. Perhaps I need to call Crow and haul his arse from France to get tips since his nurse is also pregnant, the last I heard.
Even if I don’t deserve to be a father, there’s no way I’m bailing out. This woman is pretending to be fainting to keep me by hers and our child’s side. No wonder she gained weight and looked so radiant all this time. I should’ve connected the dots. If she wants kids, I’ll give her a whole fucking football team.
I retrieve a wet cloth and stalk to Zoe. I prop her up and the horrible actress stiffens. I smile while I lean her head against my chest and peel the bloodied camisole off her. I pay extra attention to her arm wound and wipe the blood off her skin.
Her head still leans against my shoulder when I’m finished. With a smile, I place a kiss on her throat where she’s sensitive the most. She arches against me, so I do it again, slightly biting. This time, a stifled moan leaves her.
“Come on, beautiful.” I let the cloth drop to the ground and place both hands on her hips while she’s still against me. “Open those hypnotic eyes.”
She remains still, so I suck her earlobe into my mouth and nibble on the sensitive skin.
Her moan comes out unrestrained. She sags against me and twists her head to the side, asking for more.
So I give it to her.
I slip my hand underneath her bra until my fingers find a perfectly erect nipple and twist it while biting her neck at the same time.
She gasps, then releases a series of needy sounds.
“You want more of that, beautiful?”
She nods into my chest, her sweet scent filling my nostrils the more her hair brushes against my bare chest.
Still kissing her neck and pinching a nipple, I slip her trousers and underwear down her parted legs.
She’s still hiding her neck in my chest, but Zoe will never be able to hide from me. She can run, and she did, but she never hid. I found her and I’ll continue to find her every fucking time.
I let her believe she’s hiding from me with her atrocious acting skills. I lift her and pull her closer so she’s straddling my lap. My hard as stone erection presses against her wet core. She’s ready for me.
A wave of possessiveness hits me. Zoe will always belong to me and only me.
I unhook her bra and replace my fingers with my mouth on her rosy-perfect-for-my-mouth nipple. She thrusts her chest forward and I reward her with a sharp bite. She cries out and clenches against my erection inviting me in.
With my head still buried in her breasts, I roll my hips and sink inside her. It’s a slow, almost torturous rhythm like I never did before. Zoe and I started with a battle. We grew with a battle. Every encounter was about conquering and winning. In truth? We’s been losing to each other all the fucking time.
This once, I want to savour every inch of her. I pamper her heated skin with a thousand kisses as I pound into her warmth with passionate, slow strokes.
She’s so fucking tight and right.
And mine.
Hades can mould me into a robot again, but he’ll never make me forget this. Her warmth. Her sweet scent. Her soft noises. How much she belongs to me.
I’d always been aimless. Rubbish Boy. Shadow. A nobody. For this woman, I want to be fucking somebody. Someone worthy of her and the life she’s carrying in her womb.
At the thought, I place a hand on her stomach and continue thrusting into her with escalating urgency. Her breathing deepens and she’s moving more frantically which means she’s