Page 86 of Detained

I stop laughing. Shit. “You’re for real, aren’t you?”

He leans in, his lips grazing my ear. “Deadly. I want you by my side, where you belong.” He grips my arms almost hard enough to bruise in his intensity.

I suck in a breath.

In this second, I’d give this man whatever the hell he wants. He was right. You chose your family, and I chose this one.

“Give me one good reason.”

“Just imagine, coming home from work and mini versions of us running around the house causing chaos. With two parents who will burn down the earth to protect them. Family, dolcezza. We can build a legacy, a home. We can have everything we fucking deserve in life. I want that with you.”

One where I am accepted for who I am. That doesn’t stop me from wanting to mess with him. I won’t let him think I’m that easy.

“You think it’s a good idea to have kids with our genes running around? I don’t think the world will know how to cope with that.” I flash him a teasing smile.

He drops his head so his eyes are level with mine. “No one else matters. They will have an empire to run.”

“You really want this?” My voice is a squeak, heavy with doubt.

In one swift motion, he yanks me flush against him, my hands pressed against his chest, feeling the frenzied pounding of his heart. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“I’m not marrying you until you get down on your knees and do it properly.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I slip away from his grasp, brushing past him with a subtle hip sway.

“The baby–all you had to do was ask,” I say, looking back over my shoulder at him.

I hear him growl behind me.

“Don’t fuck with me.” His tone is gruff, setting pulses straight to my core.

“Me? Never.” I hold my breath. If he wants to play games, then so will I.

As soon as I take a step into the bedroom, he grabs ahold of me by the back of the neck, spins me around, and forcefully presses me against the wall. Our eyes lock and I slide the ring from my finger, pressing it into his chest as his fingers tighten around my throat.

A darkness flashes across his features as he retrieves the ring from my fingers.

“That was a mistake.” His teeth sink into my shoulder and I stifle a moan.

With my legs wrapped around him, his dick presses against my entrance.

“You will wear my ring. You will be my wife. You’ll see.”

I want both of those things, his last name and his baby.

I gasp as the cold metal of the ring presses against my throbbing clit. My body starts to shake as he circles the diamond against me.

“Maybe you can’t have it all,” I reply, my breath caught in my throat.

His jaw ticks. “Wrong answer.” Pinning my arm between our chests, he pushes the band back onto my finger.

“What the f—”

He cuts me off, clamping his hand over my lips, which has my senses dulling to anything outside of him. His grip tightening around my throat, my lungs burning as he plunges into me, fucking me into oblivion, taking what he wants.

My nails dig into his muscular back as he removes his hand, replacing it with a ferocious kiss that steals the last of my breath. He consumes me in every way possible.

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