Page 74 of Fear Me, Love Me

Tyrant gazes down at me, still holding tight to my hand. “That’s right, it’s Miss Stone. Soon to be Mrs. Mercer and the mother of this little one.” He places his hand over my stomach.

Angela smiles in delight. “You mean it’s happening? You’re going to be a father? I knew the two of you would make a beautiful family. We’re going to need to prepare so many things for a baby in the house. And this baby? Are we keeping this baby as well?” She gazes down at Barlow, who’s started to wake up at the sounds of our voices.

“Oh, yes. We’re keeping this baby. He’s ours.”

Delight rushes through me as it finally hits me. Barlow, my beloved baby brother, will never be taken from me again. I go to him, pick him up, and cuddle him against my chest before putting him back down. Samantha was right to fear Dad using Barlow like he tried to use me. I’m so relieved he’s safe here with us.

Angela gives Barlow a fond look and heads for the door. “I’ll be in the kitchen first thing in the morning if you need anything for the baby. Don’t tax yourself, Miss Stone. You must take care of yourself now that you’re expecting.” She gives Tyrant a stern look. “Be gentle with your fiancée. No more of those chasing games in your garden while Miss Stone is pregnant.”

When she leaves us alone, Tyrant turns to me with a gleam in his eyes.

“No chasing? What if you walk quickly? I hear exercise is good for pregnant women.”

I angle my chin up so my dangerous man can claim my lips. “I’ve heard the same thing too.”

Tyrant kisses me thoroughly, laughing softly between kisses. “I can’t believe I finally have you. You and him.” With a smile, he turns to Barlow and lifts him out of his bassinet. “Can you say daddy?” He points to himself and says slowly, “Daddy. Da-dee.”

Barlow is gazing up at Tyrant with big blue eyes. My lover’s sinister features and tattoos have always fascinated my baby brother. Suddenly Barlow breaks into a delighted grin and exclaims, “Da!”

Tyrant grins even wider. “That’s right. I’m your daddy. Who’s a clever boy?”

I can’t help but smile as I watch them. “I suppose it’s fine to be teaching Barlow to call you daddy? It won’t confuse him?”

Tyrant gives me a sly look. “Why shouldn’t he call me daddy? This is my baby boy.” He plants a possessive hand on my belly. “This is my baby.” He leans in and kisses me. “And this is my woman.”

My heart flutters. We all belong to Tyrant. “We should tell Barlow the truth eventually. He could grow up and someone could say something just to hurt him.”

Tyrant muses on this as he rocks Barlow back and forth in his arms. “I want both our children to know I’m their father and you’re their mother, so how about this? Eventually, we can tell Barlow his birth parents died in a terrible accident, but before they died, they begged his sister and her husband to raise him as our own.”

I gently play with one of Barlow’s curls. A story like that is probably kinder than the truth, and we’ll never not give Barlow all the love and protection he deserves. I nestle into Tyrant’s side, wrapping my arm around his waist and holding Barlow’s little baby hand with the other. “That sounds perfect.”

Tyrant lays Barlow carefully back into the bassinet and then turns to me, taking my face in his hands.

“Look at you, my blood-soaked angel,” he murmurs between kisses. “You’re the one who’s perfect. The way you killed that piece of shit?” His teeth sink into his lower lip. “My beautiful, murderous, pregnant woman. I’ve never seen anything sexier.”

Tyrant takes off his pants, pushes his shirt from my shoulders, and drags me against him. I moan at the feel of his body pressing against mine. He scoops me up in his arms and carries me over to the bed before lavishing my body with his kisses and tongue.

As he sucks slowly on my clit with my thighs wrapped around his shoulders, I breathe hard and ask, “You were so patient with me. Why did you wait so many months when you could have just taken me?”

“Because you were protecting Barlow, loving Barlow, needing Barlow, and I loved to see you like that. I was so hungry for it, and I knew if I was clever and patient, I could steal you both. Angel, the way you protect him makes my dick hard.”

Tyrant sits up, captures my hand, and wraps it around his thickened shaft. There’s a surge of wetness between my legs, so I pull him closer and push the broad head of his cock down my inner lips. With one thrust and a ragged cry from me, he’s buried all the way inside me. Tyrant is my knife, and I am his sheathe. He cuts deep, and I am free.

My lover moves in a steady rhythm, his palm covering my lower belly. Cradling our baby. Feeling his cock moving in and out of me. I’m transfixed by his beautiful face, lit silver by moonlight that turns his blue eyes quicksilver bright.

He murmurs to me coaxingly as he fists my hair. “You’re taking me so well. Look how perfect you are filled with my cock.”

I whimper at the sound of his voice.

“That’s it. You’re moaning so beautifully for me.”

His voice is hypnotic and makes my climax rise so fast and fierce that he draws a ragged cry from my lips. He ups the speed of his thrusts, pounding me greedily until his own orgasm breaks over him and he bursts inside of me.

My body is heavy with pleasure and exhaustion as he pulls slowly out of me and draws his fingers through my sex, smiling to himself as he swirls his cum over my pussy.

“I still can’t believe you’re pregnant,” he murmurs with a smile. “And I only had to threaten half the pharmacists in Henson not to give you contraception. Such a good girl for taking my seed so well.” He kisses my stomach just above my pubic bone.

I smile and play with his hair. “Oh, yes. I’m such a good girl for running from you and defying you for months and months. Digging the tracker out of my own neck and not telling you I’m pregnant.”

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