Page 22 of His Dark Desire

She came back to work, and it was easy, effortless. I sought her out a lot during the day, just wanting to see her, to be close. Knowing that she’s carrying my child, it’s made me fall even harder for her.

Anytime Christina comes up, she tenses and I can’t blame her. I’m still tied to that viper and as hard as I’m trying to change that, that bitch is putting roadblock after roadblock to stop me.

If she carries on, I’m going to kill her. I’ll snap her neck and not give a fuck about the consequences.

My cell rings and I grit my teeth when I see who’s calling. Of fucking course it’s this bitch. She never lets up. “What?” I snap.

“Nice to speak to you too, asshole,” Christina fires back. “I’ve spoken to my attorney; she told me that you’re lowballing me.”

I laugh. “Of course I fucking am, but you signed a goddamn pre-nup before we got married, Christina, you’ve no leg to stand on when it comes to this. Be grateful you’re getting what I’m offering. You carry on extending this shit and then I’ll withdraw my offer. I don’t owe you anything.”

“You owe me everything,” she hisses. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be where you are now. I forgave a lot of your shit. All your affairs, that fucking child you had by another woman?—”

“You’re done,” I snap, cutting her off. “Warned you before bitch not to speak about my daughter like that.”

“Wh—” she starts but I end the call. I’m done. Fucking done with that shit.

My hand reaches out, grasping the smooth glass of bourbon and bringing it to my lips. "Christ," I mutter under my breath, savoring the taste of the good stuff. Buying New Cut Bourbon is going to be one of the best decisions that I’ve ever made.

With a gentle creek, my home office door swings open and Hazel's head peeks around the corner. Her expression is anxious, but her mere presence fills me with a sense of tranquility. As she timidly approaches, I offer her a warm smile and push my chair back from the desk.

"Come here, baby," I beckon, motioning for her to join me.

Hazel hesitates for a moment before she makes her way over to me, her eyes cautious as they meet mine. "Everything okay?" she asks softly, her hand brushing against the back of my chair. She’s wearing my shirt and I have a feeling nothing else under it. My cock thickens beneath my pants.

I nod, placing my tumbler of bourbon down onto the desk.

“Just Christina, being Christina,” I tell her, not wanting to go into any more detail. She doesn't need the stress, especially since she's pregnant with our child. My ex-wife shouldn't come between us.

Her eyes soften, and she steps closer to me, resting her hand on my thigh. “Are you sure you're okay?”

I slide my hand into her hair and pull her toward me, my lips press against hers and she sinks into me. “I promise, baby, everything is fine.” Our lips touch once more and this time I deepen the kiss; all worries fade away and I am consumed by the taste of her and the feel of her warmth against my body.

I need her.

I pull her onto my lap, I was right, she’s not wearing anything under my shirt. My cock twitches beneath my slacks. I undo the buttons on her shirt, revealing her soft skin and the curve of her breast. I lower my head, my lips against her ear. "So fucking beautiful."

Her breathing deepens, her hand sliding down my back. Christ, I need her. Hazel smiles up at me, her eyes full of love and trust. I kiss her, our tongues battling against one another. Fuck, I’m so in love with this woman, it’s crazy how much she means to me. I’ve never felt this way before. The only people who I care, and love are my daughter and grandson.

Her hands move between us and within seconds she frees my cock from my slacks. I grit my teeth as she positions herself over me, her soft hand guiding my cock to her entrance.

She arches her back, groaning as she sinks down onto my length.

"Oh, God," she moans, pulling me closer as we begin to move together in a slow rhythm. My hands reach around and grip her hips, guiding her up and down on my hard length. She throws her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washes over her.

"You feel so good," I whisper, my voice husky. Sex with Hazel is always so fucking good. Better than anything I’ve experienced before. I know she’s not as experienced as others, but our feelings are what’s made it intense, made our loving making even better.

My thrusts become more forceful, driving into her with urgency. I’m careful, not wanting to hurt her or our baby.

Hazel groans, her nails digging into my shoulders, her hips moving in sync with mine. I glance down, watching the way her pussy sucks in my cock as she grinds down on my length. She's everything to me—my love, my support, and the mother of my child.

I lean in to kiss her, our tongues twining together as we continue to rock against each other. “I love you,” I murmur against her lips, my voice thick with emotion.

She gasps, her eyes locking with mine, tears brimming in them. “I love you too,” she whispers, her voice breathy and soft.

My thrusts become even more forceful, my hips moving in a strong, steady rhythm. Hazel whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders as she meets me stroke for stroke. I can feel the tension building inside me like a coiled snake, waiting to strike.

“Come for me, Hazel,” I growl, my voice low and demanding. “Let go with me.”

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