Page 66 of Brutal Husband

But we won’t tell people our happy couple story because we’re not a happy couple. He’s sworn to kill me.

“I didn’t break in,” Nero replies. “I had a key. I let myself into this house to reunite with my sleeping wife, who always gave herself to me when I embraced her.”

Put like that, it almost sounds romantic.

Nero presses a slow kiss to the top of my head, and the warmth of feeling cherished spreads through me. Though it hurts to do it when all I want to do is cling to him, I push Neroaway. “Don’t pretend like you love me. It’s too cruel. Just be the man I know you are. The man who hates me and wants me dead.”

I can’t forget that the only reason I’m not dead already is because of this baby.

Nero grips my shoulders, keeping me close. “You won’t let me hold the mother of my child in my arms?”

“After all the hateful things you’ve said to me? Stop mocking me with your pretend kindness. You want me pregnant as a punishment.”

“Is that so?” he says softly. Nero draws the backs of his fingers lovingly over my throat, a tender gesture that sends heat flashing through me. He pushes his fingers into my hair and fiercely grips me, making me gasp. “Fine. If you want it this way, then let’s do it this way. You’re having my baby. That makes you my property.”

My neck is arched as I’m forced to look up at him.

“You know far too many secrets about me, Rieta. Keep your mouth shut about who I am, or after this child is born, you’ll never see them again. Keep pissing me off, and you’ll end up in a shallow grave just like the one you gave my brother.” He kisses me hard. “Is that what you wanted to hear, Rieta?”

It’s exactly what I expected from my stalker. At least we know where we are. I don’t want him pretending to love me.

Nero rips open the door and pushes me into the bedroom. “Is this what you expected me to do?” Before I can take another breath, he rips the tank top up over my head and unfastens my jeans. Pushing me onto the bed, he drags my jeans and underwear down my legs until I’m spread naked before him. His hungry eyes devour me as he pulls off his own clothes. He stands before me naked with his hair falling into his eyes and his hand wrapped around his erect cock.

Nero bites down on his lower lip and runs it appreciatively through his teeth as he gazes at me. “My wife is so fucking beautiful.”

Moving closer, he gathers his saliva in his mouth and spits on me. I feel it land on my clit, and it sends a ripple of pleasure through me.

“Stop that,” I moan. “Don’t be disgusting.”

“You love it, and just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean I’m not going to treat you like my dirty little whore.”

He pushes my thighs up to my chest and gets his mouth on me, sucking on my clit and licking me until I’m panting and crying out.

“You know how much I love that I’m already deep inside you?” Nero runs his tongue up my sex, and then again, this time pushing his tongue as deep as he can inside me. “This is where I fucked my baby into you,cara mia. You’re such a good girl for getting pregnant. You must have been longing for my baby.”

I grip the sheets, half moaning, half sobbing. I did want it. I do. I want his baby so much I don’t know how I survived so long without him and this little life growing inside me. Did I know somehow that if I just suffered through the terrible moments, I would finally have the man I’ve always wanted, and his baby?

Nero kisses his way up my body, his hard cock bumping against my inner thighs. I spread them wider for him as I watch him take his shaft in his hand and line it up with my core. The thick, plush head of his cock stretches my entrance.

“You need to be reminded of who you belong to.” He thrusts swiftly until he bottoms out inside me. “Who am I? Say my name.”

“N-Nero,” I say, but I’m still not certain. The man I called Nero for so long never made me feel like this.

“And who am I?”

“I—I don’t know. I only know what you told me.”

“You fucking know. Don’t lie to me. Did Luca kiss you like this?” Nero slants his mouth over mine, and I feel his kiss all the way down to my toes. It’s just like the kiss my fiancé gave me on our first date, and again in the back of his car, and again when we first had sex, and again as we stood at the altar. Nero claims that it was him each of those times, not Luca.

“Luca never kissed me,” I confess. “Not once.”

“Is that so?” Victory gleams in Nero’s eyes, but then they darken with jealousy a moment later. “But you were taking pregnancy tests, which means he was fucking my wife.”

I’d hardly call what Luca was doing to mefucking. More like performing a duty in the most clinical manner possible.

Nero looks down between us as he pumps his cock into me. I can’t help but look as well. My wetness glistening on his veiny length. Our gasps of pleasure mingle together. My hands are touching his muscled body.

“It wasn’t anything like this,” I pant.

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