Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,59
true. I don’t know why I feel like I want to jump him and let him fuck me all night long.
Part of it is because of the rush of life that invaded me after the whole shitstorm today, but the other part is something else I can’t put my finger on.
Kyle cups my jaw before his fingers slide to my throat and he closes his hand around it. The position has become so familiar that my heart leaps whenever he does it. It’s not helping my libido, though, because my body associates this gesture with sex, and he obviously won’t do it while we’re waiting for the test results.
“Once I make sure you’re all good, I’m going to fuck you until tomorrow, Princess.”
“Until tomorrow?” I whisper.
“It’ll be rough, too just how you like it.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely, so don’t beg me to slow down or stop.”
“I won’t tonight.”
“Mmm. Does that mean I get to do whatever I like?”
I nod once, biting my lower lip.
The door opens and I pull back against the pillow, but Kyle doesn’t release me.
“Let me go,” I murmur as the doctor approaches us.
Kyle tightens his hold around my throat for a second before he does as he’s told. My face must be all red as the doctor stands beside us. He appears to be in his fifties with some white strands in his ginger hair.
If he noticed the scene, he doesn’t comment on it, just busies himself with the papers in his hand. “The tests came back normal. There were traces of propofol in your system, but thankfully, it’s not a dangerous amount that could harm the baby.” His gaze slides to Kyle. “There are a few bruises on your stomach that aren’t critical either, but if you’d like to talk to someone, please let me know.”
My mouth hangs open as one word he said stays in my mind. “Wait—go back. Did you just mention a baby?”
The doctor’s gaze doesn’t change as he flips between the papers. “Yes. You’re pregnant.”
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Pregnant.
I think the doctor just said I’m pregnant.
“I can’t be pregnant,” I blurt. “I’m on the pill.”
The doctor double-checks the papers in his hand. “You are, miss.”
“There must be a mistake.”
“No. Your blood tests came back with a considerable amount of hCG, which is the pregnancy hormone.”
I stare at his face, my mouth falling open. “Then…then…how can I get pregnant if I’m on the pill?”
“If you missed a day or so, it could happen.”
“I never have.” Because the brute Kyle keeps coming inside me all the time and is so vehemently against wearing a fucking condom, I take them religiously.
My gaze slowly slides to his. He’s grown quiet, his face expressionless. What is that supposed to mean? Is he also shocked?
I’m going to put a baby in you.
My eyes widen as his words from before slam back into me.
No, he didn’t.
He…wouldn’t.
“Is this the first time you’re finding out about the pregnancy? If so, you should see an OB-GYN,” the doctor continues. “It needs to be done as soon as possible.”
I’m unable to answer him, so I nod as a response. The doctor watches us peculiarly for a second, then takes his leave.
As soon as the door closes behind him, I face Kyle, trying as hard as hell to hold on to my cool. A volcano is raging inside me with the intention of sweeping me under.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?”
His eyes meet mine, and I see it, the cunning, the fucking victory. If I had any doubt, it’s now eradicated.
The asshole.
The fucking asshole.
Kyle takes my hand in his and brings it to his face, but I yank it away before he can kiss it.
“Is something the matter?” he asks nonchalantly, almost innocently.
“Something the matter? Something the fucking matter? I was on the pill. I shouldn’t be pregnant.”
Kyle keeps his cool. “I’ve heard it’s only ninety-nine percent effective.”
“Or zero if you switched them out.”
“Possibly.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I jump up from the bed, ready to punch him, but the world spins, putting a halt to my plans.
Kyle clutches me by the arm, but I yank it back, facing away from him to grip the bedpost. I want to scratch and claw at his damn face. I want to kick and hit him, but I feel too physically weak to inflict any pain.
“Why are you so angry? It would’ve happened at one point or another.”
My lips part. He’s not even trying to deny it or defend himself. He’s openly confessing that he switched out my fucking pills.