Page 14 of Blackmailed Marriage

The only task his father had given him was to get Aria pregnant. He didn’t want his son to remain a mockery of the Pesci family. He had a duty and Dante had never failed. The truth was, he hadn’t even tried to get Aria pregnant.

One fuck didn’t exactly account to trying. He knew the whole spiel about it only needing to be one time. One sperm, one egg, and the magic happens. So far, he and Aria hadn’t been lucky. For all he knew, when he left her, she went to the bathroom and washed him away. He wouldn’t blame her.

Aria was a contradiction of a weakling with a spine. It was strange.

“Am I doing something wrong?” Aria asked, stepping out of the shadow of a gazebo as he spun in a circle to find her.

He paid to have the gardens maintained, but he didn’t exactly pay close attention to the work being done.

“Why would you be doing something wrong?”

“You’re following me.”

“You’re in the gardens.”

“I like to walk in the gardens, quite often. It helps clear my head.”

“And is your head quite foggy right now?”

She smiled. “No, it’s not.”

“Then why do you need to walk?”

“It feels right,” Aria said.

He took a step toward her and watched as her handsclenched into fists. He had no intention of harming her.

“Have you thought about what I said?” he asked.

“I’ve tried not to.”

This surprised him. “Why?”

“I’m going to find that evidence, Dante. I … don’t know when, but I will and then you can have your freedom.”

“Until then, you and I have a duty.”

She laughed and her gaze looked off toward the right. “Duty?”

“Yes, you and I have a duty, and you can pretend all you want, but it’s not going to change the facts.”

She took a deep breath and he couldn’t help but notice her large tits pressing against the front of her dress. “What facts?”

“You and I are married. There is no way out of this, and you’re going to have my baby.”

“How romantic.”

This time, Dante couldn’t help but smile as her voice dripped sarcasm.

“Are you not curious?” he asked.

“About what?”

She looked genuinely confused. He reached out and he noticed the way she tensed up as he teased a curl behind her ear. He pushed some of her hair back, and then he tilted her head to look at him with a finger beneath her chin.

“How good it could be between us?” he asked.

He watched her throat as she swallowed.

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