Page 8 of Surprise Baby for the Enemy

I’ve never felt anything so incredible.

Derrick’s eyes are wide. So wide, and so blue. He starts thrusting and - oh mygod. Every time he nearly leaves my body, it sets every one of my nerves on fire. And when he pushes back in, it feels like a lightning bolt going down my spine. It’s excruciating, it’s overwhelming, and all I want is for him to never stop doing it.

Something moves in my periphery. Without thinking, I turn my head- only for Derrick to release one of my thighs and grip the back of my neck instead. His fingers and thumb squeeze thesides of my throat just below my jaw, a delicious pressure that immediately refocuses my entire body back on him.

Derrick’s eyes blaze. “Eyes. On.Me.”

His thrusts quicken. My legs tremble with the effort to hold onto him. My whole body is tightening, like a rubber band threatening to snap. Derrick’s grip on my neck tightens, but he doesn’t have to tell me not to look away again. I am drowning in his eyes, in the pressure between our bodies, in the sound of us slapping together and thudding against the wall. The deeper he goes, the more I want him to go evendeeper, until this tension finally breaks and I come apart.

Something inside me snaps. I can’t stifle my gasp, can’t even try. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. Bliss, sudden and overwhelming, explodes through my core and leaves tingles in my fingertips, buried deep in Derrick’s hair. I want toscream. I want to cry. But Derrick crushes his mouth against mine, and any sound I have breath for is swallowed. The wave of pleasure is stillbuilding, and I give up holding on any longer. Derrick’s hands are the only thing keeping my legs around his waist when I go limp, just letting this incredible sensation roll through me. I open my mouth for Derrick’s tongue, desperate to be penetrated further, again and again, until I lose feeling completely.

Then Derrick slams into me one last time. He groans down my throat, emptying himself inside me. If I could breathe, if I had a single thought left in my brain, I’d beg him not to stop, but I can’t, and I don’t.

In the stillness that follows, our panting breaths fill the space between us. My body feels like hot rubber, ready to collapse the moment Derrick sets me down. I don’t want him to, I realize suddenly. I desperately don’t want him to let me go. His arms around me are a fortress.

I’ve never felt so safe.

“-The fuck is going on?!”

My head snaps up. Silver is in the doorway, staring at the two of us like he’s not the one who kidnapped us and locked us in this room. His goons straighten up, the one lounging on the mattress jumping to his feet. To my horror, the guy closer to the door is still gripping his dick firmly through his pants.

The pleasant buzz still working its way through my body suddenly feels like a violent itch. My arms tighten around Derrick’s neck for a moment, then I come to my senses and yank back, knocking my elbow against the wall. Derrick grunts and pulls out of me, setting me quickly on my feet.

The more proactive goon is struggling to explain. “We just thought- Maybe he’d be more willing to negotiate if he’d-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Silver spits. “I’mthe one who gives the ultimatums.You’rethe one who stands here with a gun and does whatever I say.”

“I-I- yes-”

Silver’s gun is in his hand, and my heart seizes. Will he shoot his own guy, thinking he’s lost control? It’s what his father would do. But Silver just gestures with the gun at the door behind him. “Get the fuck out of my sight,” he orders, and his guys scramble to obey.

For a moment, Silver just stands there, glaring at the floor. Derrick’s jaw is tight enough to snap, but he doesn’t dare make a move. The atmosphere has shifted, but we’re still at the mercy of the people in this house.

Silver looks up at last. “Get dressed, for fuck’s sake,” he says tightly. “We’ll continue this conversation later.” Without a backward glance, he stalks out of the room and locks the door behind him.

CHAPTER 5

Raleigh

As soon asthe door closes behind the three gangsters, I quickly pull on my panties and slide down to the floor. My buzzing fingertips can’t even feel the fabric of my dress as I yank it on, leaving the zipper undone because I can't manage to grip anything. Derrick steps back from me, giving me precious space, and starts carefully pulling his clothes back on. I curl into a ball, desperate to reclaim some sense of security, but it’s not enough.

My entire body feels like an exposed nerve. There’s a throbbing heat between my legs that feels so, so good, but it’s also something I don’t want to share. I need time to process what just happened, alone and in my own bed.

That was my first time. And it happened against a dirty wall, in a dirty little room, with a man who’s my enemy, and twoothermen watching, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice.

Even worse? I might not live long enough to have a second, better time.

The desperate need to cry is welling up inside me, and if I hold onto it for too long, I’m going to scream.

“You know what’s funny?”

I jump at the sound of Derrick’s voice. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed facing me, his elbows resting on his knees. His smile is open and amused, almost carefree.

How the fuck can he smile after what we just had to do? There’s still blood crusted to his face, and bruises all over his body.

And he’s waiting for a fucking answer to his question.

“What?” I hear myself say, my voice small and hoarse.

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