Page 74 of A Seed Of Peril

“What do you expect?” I sassed, a taste of sarcasm on my tongue.

He grazed my earlobe between his teeth, sliding his hand up along my body, slipping his fingers inside the dress at my breast. “I’m taking you out to eat, and then, I’m bringing you back home to fuck you senseless.”

I arched into him, pressing my ass against his noticeably hard cock. “Will I be able to walk after this senseless fucking?”

Squeezing my breast, he purred, “Not if I can help it.”

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Mrs. Lilith Rosini.

Had a nice ring to it.

Speaking of rings, I couldn’t get enough of mine. I did ask him if my hands swelling was why he wanted me to wear it this way, and he confirmed my assumption. I was quickly growing used to wearing it on this chain.

“Where are we going again?” I asked, enjoying the scenery along the interstate.

“Rossanos.”

“Do they have steak?”

Amused, Dominic nodded. Good; I was craving a bloody steak.

I looked out of my window, everything feeling surreal. I was getting married to my best friend, the man I loved and who I’d take bullets for. The man who just needed to be listened to and given a chance. The man who saw my faults and my history and refused to throw me away like everyone else had prior to him. Like how some threw him away.

I thanked God every day for granting me a second chance, a way out of the hell I lived. I thankedHimfor connecting me with my new family, and now, I thankedHimfor blessing me with my own little family.

Our convoy of security kept up with us.

“They won’t come into the restaurant with us, will they?” I knew the answer, but with the latest going on, I wasn’t sure if Dominic adjusted the rules.

“No. They’ll surround the place and wait. If it wasn’t safe, we would’ve eaten in tonight.”

Dominic must’ve been just as nervous as I was. There was an enemy out there we couldn’t see that could pop up at any moment like in that game of Whack-A-Mole. Another of ours was working for Aleksi. It was a betrayal unimaginable, and their suffering when we caught them would be astronomical.

Making a noise of discomfort, I adjusted in my seat, hand on my belly.

“Is everything alright?”

Nodding, I said, “It’s that damn ligament pain again that Julie explained to us.”

What I neglected to tell him because he didn’t need the unnecessary panic was what I felt this morning in the shower. It was separate from my ligament pain. It was the same tightening of my belly that I experienced previously occasionally. It lasted less than a minute, but this time, I felt a strange pulling sensation reaching into the sides of my belly, almost like something was tugging those ligaments.

I felt around my belly. Beneath my belly button was hard, that hardness spreading downward.

“Are you sure?” he suspiciously asked. He reached over and put his hand on my belly, pushing on it. I felt my body relaxing at his touch, the tightness easing. “Should I turn around?”

Shaking my head, I turned to see his worry and concern. Smiling, I put my hand on his and gently squeezed.

“Don’t let me spoil our plans please.”

He focused back on the road. Just as I was about to do the same, my belly tightened again, stronger and catching me off guard. I clutched my belly with both hands.

“Ow,” I groaned, wincing. Vincenzo stirred, not helping matters.

Taking his hand away, Dominic muttered, “Like hell you’re fine,” and then warned me to hang on as he hit the brakes and sharply turned, cutting through traffic in an illegal U-turn. I held onto my belly and the short handle above my door, groaning louder at the pain rippling through my lower back, hips, and groin.

Horns blared and F-bombs were thrown around left and right, including some middle fingers.

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