Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,3
better hotel to celebrate a very extended Valentine’s Day with my beauty.
I was all too happy to renovate my home. Not that it needed it. However, I didn’t want my tainted past coming back to fuck my present with Beauty, and our baby. My possessiveness over Beauty reached fuck-crazy now that she was pregnant. I’d bear with her exaggerated eye-rolling happily. The pregnancy hormones hit her hard and the nausea even harder. When she finally fell asleep, it was usually caged within my arms. Arms that would protect her. You couldn’t convince me in a thousand years that I deserved her—this gift.
I turned to the sound of rustling sheets as Gia rolled over onto her back. She stretched lazily. “Baby, how long have you been awake?” The sheet fell away from her swollen breasts. Sleep still in her eyes and clung thickly to her speech. “Is there something wrong?” she whispered softly.
My eyes devoured her hardened nipples as they came into view from behind the sheet. She knew exactly what she was doing by rubbing her body against the bedding.
If anything, Gia was still Gia…calculating, fierce, a jealous streak a mile wide, and fuck sexy. “Wrong? Other than you’ve made me into a pussy.” The very thought made me cringe. I said it in jest, but a part of me really believed it. “Your pregnancy hormones are fucking with my badassery.”
Her eyes lowered, immediately going to my hard-on, and she smiled, crawling on hands and knees across the bed. Fuck me. I’ll never get anything done. This was an omission I needed to purge. One she deserved to know. After all, Gia had her own demons. The very ones that almost broke us—broke me—and killed her. This was something I could give her besides the discipline she’s come to love and the need that shadowed.
“This is the first time in my life I have everything I’ve ever wanted. I just don’t want to ever lose you—again.” It was true. The thought of something happening to her or the baby plagued my days and nights. It was official. I sounded like a lovesick mess. And I was about to throw my balls into the ring. “Every time I look at you, it breaks my heart in so many ways. I’m that in love with you.” In recent days, the words poured out of me and I’ve written some of the best song lyrics to date. I sat on the bed and pulled her into my arms. I knew the sob was coming. She was very emotional these days. Said sob grabbed my already constricted heart and refused to let it go. I knew the only thing to do was turn her heartfelt sob into a cry of pleasure.
The air around us charged with endorphins and pheromones. I took her face gently in my hands, seeking the control I desperately needed to have. And yet, I wanted nothing to do with it. I had been in control for so long—control of my actions, control of my dominance…it was not an option to go without it. If I let it go and said fuck it to control, she’d get an explosive level of raw need and domination that could rumble our foundation. My emotions swirled in a tornadic fury that needed to be channeled in the only way my mind understood.
Her sweet lips met mine, and I ran my tongue along the seam…tasting…teasing until she opened. When she did, I stuck my tongue in until I thought I would lose it. Not close enough, I thought. I needed more. More of everything. A battle warred in my head. The dominance fought to win, needing to take over and consume her, make her mine, mark her. But a small, unfamiliar voice hummed unforgivingly, fighting for attention, warning me about the baby, about my child growing inside Gia. I know the doctors had said we’d be fine to continue our lifestyle, but it’s no secret I carried around a trunk full of trust issues. Could I really trust that the doctor knew what she was talking about? If something happened…
She fought for breath, but more for control. However, my fight was for utter dominance and submission. Something she still struggled with from time to time. I broke off this kiss, looking down at her swollen lips and shaking body. I could see her eyes search mine for understanding. She was well aware of the demons I held. The very one before her now. Tortured, imprisoned,