know the morning-after pill actually slaughters the child if he’s already formed, right?”
“If you want to make someone feel guilty, maybe you should start with yourself, considering you intend on leaving.”
“I didn’t say that. Your trust issues did.”
“Trust issues?” I throw the towel away and snap my bra into place. “Do you think they came to be without a reason? Like, one day I was just sitting there and they fell on me from the sky?”
“Point is, you have them.” He slides into a shirt and takes his time buttoning it. “Don’t pass them on to our baby.”
“There’s no baby.”
He lifts a shoulder. “As far as you know.”
“It’s a fact.”
“You won’t know it for a fact until at least a few weeks from now when our baby is growing beautifully in your womb.”
“And then what? You’ll just be a doting father who will attend delivery classes with me and give me foot massages?” I mock.
“If that’s what you need, sure.”
My lips fall open and I pause with the sleeve of my dress up my shoulder. “Stop saying things like that.”
“Like what? Like I will be there for you and our baby? Like I will read him or her a goodnight story, then come fuck you senseless in our bedroom? Those types of things?”
“Yes, those types of things. Stop lying.”
He stands in front of me, shirt tucked into his pants, and runs his fingers through his hair, forcing it to submit to his will. Then, he casually turns me around and zips up my dress before he whispers against my ear, “You stop lying to yourself.”
I push off him to leave the closet, but he tsks.
“Not so fast.”
I groan as I face him. He’s holding the toy. Of course.
“I’m putting a time limit on this.” I jut my chin.
“Time limit?”
“In two weeks, if you don’t give me the information we agreed on, you won’t be putting any toys inside me.”
“But you like the toys inside you.”
“I do not. They’re bound to make me appear weak in front of the other members of the elite group.”
“And you hate that more than anything,” he finishes, voice calm.
I clear my throat, but don’t say anything.
He raises a brow. “But you still enjoy it.”
“That’s not the point. My position in the brotherhood is.”
“What if I don’t turn on the toy during the meetings?”
“As you shouldn’t. You also need to honor the deal we agreed on.”
“I already am. Why the fuck do you think I’m kissing up to the Italians’ arses with Adrian all the time?”
The thought of him spending time in the Lucianos’ mansion with a certain Emilia in sight bothers me more than I like to admit. “Hmph.”
“What was that for?”
“Nothing.”
“I’m unable to read your mind, so if you don’t tell me what you think, I won’t be able to act accordingly.”
“Nothing means nothing.”
“If you say so.” A muscle clenches in his jaw before he masks it. “Lift the dress and keep it there.”
“I’m sore.” I try to bargain, and I mean it. I can barely walk straight with how he broke me with his merciless fucking last night and this morning.
“This will soothe you. Now, lift it.”
I do so, staring at the wall so I don’t get caught up in the sight of him putting the toy inside of me, a reminder that he’s with me at all times.
He holds me to him by the waist, and I shudder at the feel of his erection at my stomach. The man is never satiated, I swear.
He releases me but only so he can lower my panties to my knees, then pushes my legs apart and teases my folds. I hate how familiar his touch has become, how addictive and stimulating, but what I hate the most is how much I miss it when he’s gone.
He slides my wetness from my pussy to my back hole and presses his thumb against the entrance.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Testing something. Stay still.”
I don’t know what’s going on until he presses his thumb further inside. It’s a small intrusion but my bundle of nerves explodes.
“K-Kyle!” I whisper-yell, partly mortified, partly—and strangely—aroused.
“Mmm. You’re too fucking tight here, too, but don’t worry, I’ll prep you to take my dick in the arse like a good little princess.”
Before I can protest, he slides the toy into my pussy. I wince as the reminder of his dick ramming in overwhelms me. I’m hit by the memories of his ruthless thrusts and savage fucking.
I briefly close my eyes to chase away those images. When