Page 161 of Slaughter

She moans into the duvet and wiggles her ass up into the air. I sit between her legs and use my knees to shove them farther apart. She begins to pant. I run my hand over her pussy, and she pulls on her restraints. “You’re not going anywhere,” I say with a smile. “You’re mine.” I slap her ass again, and she hisses in a breath.

“Please …”

I grab her hair and yank her head back, cutting off her words. I lower my face down to hers, whispering in her ear, “You can fucking beg me all you want, Bunny, but it won’t get you off any sooner.” Then I let go of her head, and it falls to the bed.

Tomorrow night I will marry this woman, and when we get to our hotel, I will pick her up and carry her through the door and then make love to her until she passes out in my arms.

But tonight … I’m gonna use her. Just like we both crave.

EPILOGUE TWO

AVERY

I STAND IN MY CELLAR, MY sleeves rolled up to my elbows. My first two buttons undone and my hands fisted.

“It’s not what you think,” the man cries from the chair before me. As usual, I’ve nailed his hands to it.

“Then explain it to me,” I counter. The guy has nothing, and we both know it. He’ll be dead within the hour. And Kayn will bury him with the rest of the sorry bastards I take out.

Just then, the door opens, and I spin around to see Marvin standing there with his arms behind his back. “Sir, Mrs. Decker is looking for you.”

“It can wait,” I snap, pissed that he interrupted me. He knows better …

“She’s in your study.” He goes on. “And she is upset.”

I look at Kayn as he stands off to the side, and he nods his head once, letting me know he’ll keep an eye on him. I grab a towel off the table and try to wipe off some of the blood. My knuckles are cracked and muscles tight. I need answers about Victor and Damon, and no one seems to want to give them up.

Storming into my office, I find Bunny sitting on my couch. Her head in her hands. “What?” I snap. “I’m in the middle of something.”

She looks up at me, and tears run down her gorgeous face. Her eyes are red, and she’s practically gasping for air. My anger fades instantly. “What’s wrong, Bunny?” I ask, coming to kneel in front of her.

Her eyes scan the blood that lingers on my clothes and skin, but she doesn’t question it. She prefers to stay in the dark when it comes to my job.

Her lips begin to tremble. “Bunny, talk to me. What happened?”

She buries her face in her hands and sobs while mumbling something I can’t understand,

“What?”

“I’m pregnant,” she cries out.

I pull her hands from her face and hold them in mine. My eyes roam hers as I try to make out what she is telling me. “What … that can’t be …”

She pushes me away and starts to dig in her purse that sits beside her. She pulls out four pregnancy tests and tosses them onto the floor.

I bend down to pick them up.

“I bought them earlier today when Kayn took me shopping.”

I hold them all up and shake my head. “No. This can’t be.”

“I’m sorry.” She begins to sob again.

“You had a hysterectomy.” I state the obvious.

Her head snaps up to look at me when I stand to my full height. “What did you say?”

“You had a hysterectomy.” I repeat.

---