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“You are good. I know I’m not, but I don’t care about anyone else’s opinion of me. Only the woman I love. Everyone else can go to hell.”
“You’re brave. I wish I could be mo...
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“Then you should have told me. I’m not angry because you tricked me. I’m angry that all this time you pretended you’re not interested in me. Why did you pretend?”
“Except at night. When it’s dark, I see glimpses of another man.”
At night I kill. At night I let myself lust for her. I do terrible things in pursuit of her body and heart, and I’m not sorry about any of them.
“When it’s dark, I’m closer to being the man I never let anyone see. No one, except for you.”
“No,” she says flatly. “I don’t want you to tell me.” My heart sinks. It was too much to hope that she wouldn’t be furious with me for the underhanded way I tasted her pussy in the dark.
“Elena,” I call in a singsong voice, slowly walking after her. She’s disappeared farther in, and I move to the top left-hand side so I can circle around in a clockwise direction. “There’s no point hiding from me. You’re locked in this garden, and I’m the one who has the key. Come out and show yourself.”
“When I catch you, I’m going to fuck you. Be a good girl and show yourself, and I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“Elena, you’re not being a good girl.”
“You tried your hardest, but it was hopeless, darlin’. I was always going to catch you.”
“You’re so pretty, darlin’,” I breathe. “I’ve never seen a pussy as pretty as yours, so pink and inviting. Now I’ve caught you, I’m going to be so sweet to you, but you’d better not run and make me chase you again.”
“Is this what you want, birthday girl? To be fucked in the dirt by a man twice your age when you should be safe in your bed?”
“I’ll make this so good for you, darlin’. I’ll always make it so good for you, and I promise I’m going to fuck you a lot from now on.”
“Sweet little virgins shouldn’t want to be hunted down like prey, but you’re soaking wet on your knees with your ass up for me. You want more?”
I drag my blunt nails over her hip, catching on the edge of the vitamin patch that she thinks is a contraceptive. Even though it’s not messing with her ability to conceive, I want it gone. I want to be done with the lie. I want to tell her how much I want her pregnant as I fuck my cum into her. Soon. One thing at a time.
There’s a theory that the female orgasm sucks a man’s seed deeper into her. I’ve read up on it with interest, and maybe it’s bullshit, but there’s a chance it’s not. People seem to know very little about women’s reproductive anatomy except that it’s complicated. Besides, more pleasure has no downside.
“Ripping the patch from your body.”
Justine has posted an adorable photo of us from last night, and I like it and leave a comment with lots of hearts.
“Police Say Man in Red Mask is a Person of Interest in Blackport Killings.”
“Is there something wrong?”
“Vee-vee,” Rosie says, beaming up at him. “And can you say Tyrant?” he prompts. Rosie thinks for a moment. “Tyra.”
“By the way, I got you some vitamins. Little kids can carry a lot of germs, so it’s important that your immune system is properly supported.” He opens the bottle and shows them to me.
Before I start baking, I’m going to sort through the fridge and wash all the vegetables. But make sure you wash them again before eating anything.”
“Apart from the days my children were born, last night was the best night of my life, and it was because I spent it with you, Elena. I care about you, and this is one of my ways of showing it.”
“I don’t just want to kiss you in the dark. You’re just as beautiful and alluring in the bright light of day.”
“Have you already had a cup of coffee this morning?”
“Yes, but—” He picks up the pot before I can reach it and pours the contents down the sink. I stare in shock at all that delicious hot coffee draining away. “Cullan!”
“Too much coffee is bad for you. One cup a day is enough. Don’t worry, I’ll cut back to one cup as well. I don’t ex...
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I spend the morning reading and listening to Cullan and Rosie in the kitchen, him cooking and her banging pot lids together and drumming on an upturned saucepan with a wooden spoon. They both sound so happy that it makes me smile.
At the end of the meal, Cullan dims the lights and brings out the birthday cake covered in sprinkles and lit with candles. They sing “Happy Birthday”, Rosie yelling la la la more than singing, but I love her enthusiasm. I blow out the candles, and Cullan turns the lights back on.
“You think that was spoiling? You haven’t seen spoiling. It was selfish of me, giving you those shoes. They were more for me than for you, which was wicked of me. I’ll have to make it up to you.”
“That’s all I wanted. To make you happy. No matter what I’ve done, I care about you so much, even if I can be crazy about showing it.”
“Why is my son here unannounced?”
“I’m glad she’s feeling better.” Cullan glances at me, and I feel my stomach flip-flop. Does he know what I did with the laxatives? But how could he possibly know? Is he angry about it?
There’s a small sound from the doorway, and we both look around at the same time.
Leon has come back into the house, and he’s watching us kiss and touch each other in the most suggestive way possible. My ankles are locked around his father’s lower back. My fingers are in his hair.
Leon stares at my lips, which are wet and swollen from his father’s kisses, and his expression fills with...
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Until she can fight, I’ll fight for her.
You wanted to marry her? I would kill for her.”
“She looked so happy,” he says bitterly. “I hate her for that. She’s supposed to be miserable like me.” He turns, and slams out of the house.
“Maybe I am. Maybe I want to knock you up right now.”
The man has baby fever. It’s kind of adorable.
Justine: Hellooooo? Let go of your DILF long enough to text me back.
“but I don’t want you to think I want this house because it’s beautiful and luxurious, or that I want Cullan because he’s well off. I would be happy in a little cottage as long as I have people who love me.”
A family that he and I can love and protect. A noisy, happy home with toys and books and paints. Joyful Christmases and exciting birthdays, and Cullan’s strong arms around both of us. I want that so much, but it feels too good to be true.
“I want my mama,” I sob brokenly in the empty bathroom.
Two lines stare back at me. Elena is pregnant with my baby. This is what I’ve been hoping for, but a cold sensation creeps down my spine.
“I’m having a baby.”
