Page 35 of Stolen Love

Suddenly I’m in his lap, my knees sinking into the supple leather on either side of his hips.

Our lips crash and cling. Our tongues slide against one another as we tear at each other’s clothes. Shoving up my skirt, he rips a hole in the seam of my tights while I undo his jeans and wrap my hand around his cock.

“I will fucking hire a hitman, baby. If that’s what it takes.” He grips my hips as I tug my panties to the side. Lifting me up, he brings me down on his hard cock in one thrust. “I will fight fire with fire and I will pay someone to take that bitch out before I ever let her marry you off to that creepy fucking prick. Or let her lock you up. How’s that for a plan?”

“If that’s what it takes to be with you.” I moan as I wrap my arms around his neck. His words, which should be horrifying, turn me on. I savor the pain from his fingers digging into my flesh. Moan again when he yanks me down so hard on him.

“Good.” He fucks me hard. Bottoming out again and again. As though he needs to be as deep inside me as possible. “Because I am not ever letting you go.”

“I don’t want you to.” I need his desperation and the pain that comes with it. I need him to love me with every piece of his soul. I memorize this moment. Every touch and sound and scent. Revel in it. Let it consume me until it shatters me.

His lips steal my cries as my orgasm rolls through me. He holds my hips down as he follow, pumping a couple more times as he spills inside me.

Even when he’s done, he doesn’t let me up. He holds me on his lap with his cock buried inside me. “I mean it, Ivy. You’re not giving her what she wants. You’re not going to give them you or my child. Forget the deal you just made. It’s not happening.”

“I can’t let them hurt you.” And we don’t even know if I’m pregnant.

“I will die before I let you marry him.” He tips my chin up so I am confronted by the agony in his eyes. “That’s how much you mean to me.”

“Why do you think I had to agree? We know she killed my dad. And Marty. And Mark Anders. We can’t prove it yet. We can’t stop her. And I couldn’t live with myself—”

“That’s not going to happen.” He presses his forehead to mine.

He catches my hand and holds it against his chest. Stares at me in a way that breaks me wide open. He’s always had that ability to see me for who I truly am. See my emotions, my hopes, my fears.

How much I love him. I can’t lose him like that. I won’t survive it. “I had no choice but to play along. Until we come up with a plan, I need to look like I’m succumbing to her wishes.”

“I hate it,” he says.

“I know.” I hate it too. But we’re talking about his life. And while Nicole seemed content with torturing me into doing what she wants, Nathaniel’s threat made it clear that she’s determined to get what she wants no matter the cost. “I should straighten up, before Jackson comes back.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says.

“But…” I push at his chest.

“Be still.” He wraps his fingers gently around my wrist and holds me trapped. “I’m having an epiphany.”

“Oh my God, it was an orgasm,” I retort. “And you are not knocking me up if I’m not already pregnant, do you hear me?”

He chuckles. The sound reverberates in his chest. It brings a sense of lightness that we’d lost. “I would never.”

“I’m not buying it.” I wiggle off his lap and fix my clothes.

“I want a family with you, Ivy. I want to watch you grow round with my child. And I want our home to be full of all the things you wanted growing up. The love and family you deserve. Is that so wrong of me?” He fixes his pants and then texts Jackson. “But, if you are not pregnant, which I highly doubt because we sure as hell have given it our best game, then I will wait until you come to me with your birth control in hand and tell me it’s time to toss it in the trash.”

With everything feeling like it’s happening to me and my response is inconsequential, his putting the choice in my hands means so very much. If we weren’t fighting a bitter war with my mother, I might be inclined to hand the pills over right here and now, but until there’s a future to plan for, I can’t make decisions like that. I have to focus on protecting what I already have. “Then what?”

“I was thinking that—”

My phone rings.

Rogue slides it from my boot and hands it to me.

“It’s Adira.”

“Take it,” he says as Jackson climbs into the car.

“Hey.” I fidget with the hem of my skirt as I answer the video call.

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