Page 70 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

"Lucas," I spoke up again. "Let him go."

"She is an amazing person. She's a perfect wife, a beautiful woman, and she will be the best mother of our child. So, take your folder and get the fuck out of our house!"

Lucas shoved Chris back, who stumbled before catching himself. He was fuming, and I could see the flicker in his eyes. He was tempted to fight Lucas, but we all knew how that would go.

Chris fixed his shirt before turning and storming out, the door slamming behind him.

I looked at the paper—the deed to the house. It was ours. I felt utter relief as I stared at it. Everything was done. I no longer worried about losing it or fearing it would be taken away. It was ours.

No one could take it away from me. Chris could threaten all he wanted, but if there were a way he could have the house, he would have found it by now. The house was mine, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

Lucas wrapped his arms around me, and I turned to him as he kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" I asked.

"Because he's a prick. I know you wanted me to let you handle it, but he was really pissing me off."

I smiled. "You stood up for me. I can't get mad at you for that."

He cupped my face. "And I meant every word of it. You're a beautiful person, Gina, and I am so lucky to have you."

I leaned forward softly, kissing him. His hand wrapped around my neck, holding me close. The kiss was soft, and I reached up, grabbing his shirt.

Lucas pulled me closer, and I wanted him so badly. I hadn't been so happy in my life. I finally had everything I ever wanted.

Lucas kissed my cheek, and I felt a shaky breath leave my lips as I took a step back. My ass hit the table as Lucas caged me. His gaze had shifted from loving to hunger.

It was quick. His hands were on me, crushing my lips against his in a brutal kiss. He'd hoisted me, sitting me on the table, his hands holding me there.

His lips parted mine, and his tongue found its way into my mouth. I was drugged, intoxicated by him. Each kiss only makes my body feel hotter.

I grabbed at his shirt, and Lucas ripped it off, tossing it aside.

"You think he left?" I asked as he kissed down my neck, his fingers unbuttoning my dress.

"Hopefully," Lucas said, his lips curled up against my skin. "But if not, he will get a show of just how much I love you. He won't be able to deny anything if he catches my cock deep in you."

The thought made my face grow hot. All the windows were open, and if anyone looked in, they would easily see what was going to happen. Not that we had anyone nearby to do that.

Lucas laid me down, undoing my dress and throwing it open. I was wearing a white panty set, and his eyes raked over my body.

His fingers were hot against my skin as he kissed down my chest and my stomach. His lips pressed against my belly button.

"I can't believe you're pregnant with my child."

I smiled at him, seeing the sparkle in his eyes.

Lucas pulled at my underwear and quickly worked on his own pants. He slid into me easily, and my back arched as he filled me. The only sound was my moaning.

Lucas gripped my hips, his scent surrounding us as he spoke. "You are beautiful. So fucking breathtaking."

I believed him. Lucas had never lied to me, and whatever he told me, I believed he meant it.

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my stomach against his and my forehead against his, enjoying the feeling of his skin pressing against mine.

Lucas moved slowly at first, staring into my eyes as he slowly thrust. But with each thrust, the need grew. His fingers tightened on my hips, and I didn't want him to be slow.

I wasn't fragile, and since the incident, we had both been walking softly around sex. There was no hard fucking, no raw heat. We'd been careful, afraid of something happening.

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