Page 34 of His Stolen Bride

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“It’s not something I’m really in the know about, you see?” I shrug.

“That’s all right.” She crosses her legs at the knee. “You aren’t expected to know these things. That’s why you need a woman like me.”

“Exactly. I need you. A woman like you could make a huge difference in this, especially given the delicate situation and the need for confident—”

“What the hell is going on!” Bella cries and shoves open the office doors, then stomps in, her eyes flashing. “Who are you? A mistress? A whore?” She points and steps toward my guest.

“No, beautiful, she’s—” I’m already on my feet.

“Don’t you ‘beautiful’ me!” She storms around the desk and jabs her finger into my chest. “I should’ve known not to trust you. You’re in here telling your whore how badly you need her? And all the while you’ve been lying to me!” Her hand flies.

“I haven’t lied to you.” I catch her wrist before she makes contact with my face. “Calm down, Bella. Calm—”

“I will not calm down!” Her voice rises even more as I capture her other wrist. “You lying, cheating bastard!”

“Bella, please. If you would just let me explain.”

“I don’t need any explanation from you. At least with Giuseppe, he was honest about not wanting me, about thinking me ugly. You, though, you—” Her breath hitches as if she’s fighting a sob. “You seduced me with lies about me being beautiful, about wanting me to be yours forever. But you didn’t mean a word of it, did you? You planned all along to put a baby in my belly and toss me aside for a whore like her.” She jerks her chin toward the door where my guest lingers, unsure whether to stay or go.

“Please, sit,” I tell her.

“Um.”

Bella tries to yank herself free of my grip. She’s wild and warm, every bit of her fight sending jolts to my cock. I’m hard as a fucking rock, and she’s going to feel every inch of me soon enough.

“Please,” I say over Bella’s thrashing and cursing.

When my guest has returned to her seat, I turn Bella around, my grip still hard on her wrists. I’ve got her tied up like a pretzel as she looks at Dr. Blanca.

“This is Dr. Blanca. The women’s doctor from the local town. She’s well respected in her field, studied in the UK and the US.”

Bella stills. “What?”

Dr. Blanca nods, her eyes still wide as she takes in Bella. “Is she the patient?”

“No.” I laugh and pull Bella in close. “Not yet. But soon.”

“You’re an OB?” Bella says the words with a touch of disbelief and a dash of shame.

“That’s what all my diplomas say.” She shrugs. “I don’t wear the white coat around if I don’t have to. Makes people feel more at ease.” She arches a brow. “Maybe I should rethink that.”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” Bella tries to escape my hold.

I don’t let her.

“Dr. Blanca, if you could be so good as to ask my man in the hall to show you to Gianna, I would appreciate it. I have some business to attend to here. Urgent”—I press my hard cock against Bella’s ass—“business.”

“Of course.” She goes to the door and casts a knowing glance over her shoulder. “Nice to meet you, Bella. I look forward to serving as your physician very soon.”

Bella covers her face with her hands as soon as the door closes. “Oh my God.”

“You keep saying that, but he can’t help you out of this.” I run my teeth along her neck.

She turns. “I thought … I thought you were--”

“It’s very clear what you thought.” I reach down and grip her hips, then lift her onto my desk. Nuzzling between her thighs, I feel like I’ve come home.

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