His shoulder lifts as he takes a bite of his dinner. “It’s kept my family in money. I only care about them not getting it.”
“But they wantmeto do what you do now. Act as consort? To be head of the city? Willingly allow them to operate their trades here?”
One of his gray eyes narrows. “Yes, Mrs. Strauss. Very good. That’s exactly what they would love. But women cannot rule this city. They are to birth the heirs. Men are the vessels through which they believe their power lies. Hence why, if they got holdof you, they would impregnate you with one of their choosing. And hope you’d have a son of their lineage to rule this world. Maybe they’d keep me alive long enough to pretend to still be in charge here but, ultimately, they would want to see their prodigy in place.”
“I want to know everything. To learn it all. About this city, the organizations…the families.” Dropping my fork with a clang, I give him a fierce look. “And I want to have your baby.”
His wide lips curl into a smile as he finishes his bite. “Do you want to eat or fuck? Because you just made me so fucking hard.”
“Can’t I do both?”
Some evil look crosses his face, and he stands so abruptly, the chair tips over. Tossing his sports coat off, he undoes his ascot and shirt. All the while keeping his eyes on me. His nostrils flare as if ready for a stampede.
Slurping up some spaghetti, I watch his movements carefully.
With a snap of his fingers, he points to the area in front of my place setting. “Elbows and knees on the table.” Then he pushes my bowl forward as I climb onto the surface to await further instructions.
When he slides my silk dress up my thighs, the skin tingles, then burns as he plants a firm hand against my ass. Jolting forward, my lips almost land in the bowl of spaghetti.
Hot fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me back toward his face and sits behind me. Heated breaths huff onto my exposed core, which weeps for his touch. “Hmm, angel. I think, unfortunately, you are now bleeding.”
My wrists ache as I straighten up on the hard surface. “What? I am?” Disappointment rails through my heart. We’ve been trying, but it’s very early… Hopefully, that’s not a sign I can’t get pregnant next month.
“Not to worry. Keep eating your dinner, and I’ll eat mine.”
The gasp that surges past my open mouth when his tongue slicks through my folds dries my bottom lip. “What are you doing?!” Firm teeth gnash at my core until his finger plunges inside my hole. “Oh my god, Vincente!”
“Mm, yes, angel. Love it when you yell my name. Eat!” One of his large palms shoves the back of my head into the bowl, and I gather up some pasta with my mouth. Chewing between moans, I try not to choke on the food while he consumes me.
Each flick of his doused muscle against my sensitive tissue makes me lurch forward, then sink back, forcing his fingers, now two, deeper inside. Pretty soon, I’ve developed a rhythm. When I move toward the bowl, the pressure lightens, then deepens as I sink back into him. “Take control, little girl. Use me. Use my face. My fingers. My tongue… It’s all for your pleasure.”
I pant into the dish like a dog, breathless, wanting to tell him I need his cock inside now, but an orgasm rips through my senses. Screams echo off the china that’s so polished, I see a reflection of my face scrunched in ecstasy. A woman covered with sauce, yes, but also a commanding one.
Without even needing to tell him, Vincente stands and shoves himself inside me. My arms weaken until I collapse on the table. Whereas I was using his body before, now he takes mine in the way he needs. The slap of our skin against each other is erotic, as are the gruff grunts as he works hard to chase his pleasure and give me more.
Vincente ate my pussy filled with blood. He’s crazy, right? Or am I disturbed for loving it? That there’s nothing to stop him from claiming my body as he does now. As much control as he wanted me to have earlier, now I give it up willingly so he can take me as his own. Just thinking of submitting to the consort’s desires, to be used for his baser purposes, makes me skyrocket toward another trembling release.
When his palm strikes my ass again, I come hard, tightening myself around his thickness. He shoves my head down and pulls my hips up again. “Yes, my dirty little girl. So filthy, aren’t you? Youneedto be fucked like this… I taste you everywhere. Your blood is in me now. And I can’t get enough.”
Working himself into a frenzy, I come down, only to hear him say, “You want my baby, angel? Do you want a piece of me in you forever? So that we’re never parted?”
The realization that Vincente would be with me as long as our child lives hits me with a shock. And I admit the truth. “Yes.”
“Say that you want me with you forever. Tell me youwantmy baby.”
Tears form and splash down my greasy face. My chest tightens with a sob that reverberates loudly against the wooden table. “I want your baby! I want you to be with me forever!”
“Then, here you go.” Heat fills my center as he comes deep inside me with a bellowing groan. Digging into my flesh and joining his hips with mine one last time, he gives me everything he has. I know I probably won’t get pregnant now.
But the thought that I may be soon transforms from something I wanted in order to defeat our enemies and survive…
To something I truly desire.
I want Vincente Strauss’s baby. To have something with him and to build some semblance of a normal life. Does that make me sick?
If so, I don’t want to get well.
Sliding out from under him, I twist around and latch my arms around his neck. His face is absolutely coated in red soaked fluids. Part of me doesn’t care and wants to kiss him, anyway. But the spaghetti twirls in my stomach and I stop myself. He sees my hesitation and laughs, tossing his head back like I’ve made a funny joke without speaking a word.