Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted #2) - Shayla Black Page 0,40
her to understand she belonged to him—now, always, and forever.
Brea shut the refrigerator door, then leaned over to extinguish the bulb above the stove. A split second before the room went dark, she caught sight of him. Their gazes connected. Her eyes flared. The cup slipped from her hand.
As blackness fell, the sounds of glass shattering filled the air.
“Pierce?” she gasped.
Was she surprised he’d found her or spooked that he’d broken into Cutter’s lair to reach her? Either way, the raw panic in her trembling voice was unmistakable.
If she didn’t know yet that he intended to screw up all her wedding plans, she should.
“Don’t move.” Crossing the tile floor, he reached the stove and flipped on the light once more, shards of shattered glass crunching under the thick soles of his combat boots.
Brea blinked at him, pale and shaking. “W-what are you doing here?”
He prowled toward her. “Did you really think you and I were done?”
“What, talking?”
An ugly smile curled up the corners of his mouth. “To start.”
She shook her head and tried to back away. “No.”
“Don’t move.” One-Mile plucked her off her feet and lifted her against his chest.
She squealed. “Stop. Put me down. What are you doing?”
To start? “Making sure you don’t slice up your feet.”
As he walked back over the broken glass and carried her across the apartment, she steadied herself by looping her arms around his neck. “How did you find me? And how did you get inside?”
One-Mile lifted a sharp brow at her. “You should have figured out by now that nothing will keep me from you.”
She hesitated, rosy lips parted as if she meant to speak…but she didn’t have a comeback. “What do you want?”
“To make a few things clear. First, you’re marrying Bryant over my dead fucking body.” As he stormed into the bedroom, he thought of her wearing the Boy Scout’s ring and warming this very bed. Rage bubbled in One-Mile’s veins.
He kicked the door shut behind him. Darkness enveloped them.
She trembled. “Pierce—”
“I’m not done.” When he reached the mattress, he laid her down, feet dangling off the side, and flipped on the nightstand lamp as he straddled her, caging her flat. Then he reached for her nightgown.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to see.”
Confusion settled between her brows. “See what?”
“Your body.” He shoved the thin cotton up her thighs, over her hips, and dragged it halfway above her belly—before the hem trapped under her refused to stretch any more.
“Don’t!” She shoved his hands away. “I’m not getting naked for you.”
“I’m not looking for a cheap thrill.”
“Then what—”
“I’ll give you one chance to be honest with me.” He held up a finger and pressed his relentless gaze down on her. “One, pretty girl. Are you pregnant?”
Her eyes went wide. She paled. The panic he’d heard in her voice earlier spread across her face. “W-why would you think that?”
One-Mile tamped down his frustration. He’d scared her by walking away. He hadn’t given her the reassurances she’d needed. Fine. He accepted responsibility for that. But he’d be damned if he left here before she admitted the truth.
“I’m not playing twenty questions. Yes or no?”
She sent him a defiant lift of her chin. “Why do you care?”
“Don’t yank my chain. Are you pregnant?”
“Pierce…”
“Answer me,” he snarled.
“Yes.” Anger tightened her lips even as tears trembled on her lashes. “Yes, I’m pregnant. Now you know.”
He let out a rough breath. Since she was finally talking, maybe they’d get somewhere. “Oh, I already knew. Just like I know the answer to this question, but I want to hear it from your mouth. Who fathered that baby?”
She pressed her lips together. “Does it really matter to you?”
“You fucking better believe it does. Who?” He grabbed her shoulders. “Tell me.”
Brea trembled in his grip. “You. There’s only ever been you.”
So he’d been right. And she might have accepted Bryant’s proposal, but she hadn’t taken his cock.
Even as One-Mile’s triumph roared, he saw her fear. Was she afraid of him? Or of facing everything without him? Either way, he’d reassure her…eventually.
“That’s right. It’s my baby. You got pregnant that first night, didn’t you? Back in August?”
She nodded. “But I only found out for sure a little over a week ago.”
Everything about the way she answered told him that she’d believed he was gone from her life and she’d panicked. So she’d turned to Cutter.
“I want to see.” With a growl, One-Mile lifted her off the mattress with one hand and gave the gown a savage yank with the other, dragging the cotton