Page 55 of Ruthless King

Every time he brings his erection deeper into me, a new surge of pleasure hits me. I can feel myself getting close.

“Nico, I need you.”

“You got me, baby. You got me.”

His words send me over the edge. I gasp, my hips jerking up to meet his as I tremble and shake. Nico holds me, burying his head into my neck as his orgasm hits him.

We remain in each other’s arms for a long time.

Nico kisses along my neck. “You know, if we keep this up, you’ll be pregnant.”

I tense. I’ve been so distracted with having to kill Nico, Beatrice judging me, and the police breathing down my neck, that I forgot all about that.

Nico and I haven’t used protection. It only takes one time to get pregnant.

And if I end up pregnant, then … what? I’ll be tied to Nico forever, and then I definitely won’t be able to do what I have to do.

Nico smiles down at me, clearly happy at the idea of me getting pregnant. The sight of his happiness almost breaks my heart.

I force myself to smile back, and then I kiss him so he doesn’t detect my panic.

I could be pregnant.

I don’t know what to do about that.

Chapter

Twelve

AURORA

Nico’s words don’t stop ringing through my ears.

I could be pregnant. But I don’t want to be. Not any time soon, anyway, seeing as my relationship with Nico is complicated.

I go to Beatrice for answers. “What am I going to do?”

She thinks on it for a while before she nods. “I can get you Plan B. But it might not work now. There’s also this tea remedy that’s been in my family for years. I could make it for you. If you’re pregnant, it will help.”

The next time I return to see Beatrice, she has the Plan B for me. I pop the pill and then go home.

Over the next few weeks, I make a point of keeping my distance from Nico. If we’re not having sex, then I can’t get pregnant. My period comes in like normal, filling me with relief. I’m not pregnant.

Yet, anyway.

But I can tell I can’t keep pushing Nico away forever.

One day, he asks me about it. “You’ve been distant lately. I seem to remember you asking me not to put space between us.”

“Oh. I … I’ve just been distracted thinking about the police. I want you to be ok.”

Nico smiles warmly, cupping my cheek. “I’ll always be ok. I’m Nico Mancini.”

He drops the conversation after that, but I can tell he has more questions. Every time he reaches for me, I pull away. It’s not what I want to do. If I had my way, we’d be making love every night. Nico’s touch is addicting. It’s driving me crazy to stay away.

I just can’t get pregnant. It would complicate everything.

Everything is simple until Nico returns home one night, looking rattled, covered in sweat.

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