Page 106 of Devilish Ink

“We know everything,” she repeated.

I squeezed her tight to my chest. I could feel her little hands balled up into my shirt. She was just as ready to fight for our baby as I was.

“Move in with me,” I said after we remained silent for several minutes, hearts beating against one another’s.

At first Ry didn’t say anything. Then I felt her head moving against my chest, her hair sliding across my bare skin.

“Yes?” I asked. “Are you saying yes?”

I heard her muffled response, felt her little puff of hot breath.

“Yes.”

I exhaled against her.

For all the times she’d let me choke her, this was the moment where I knew she truly trusted me.

She was going to let me protect her. Watch over her. Keep her safe.

She’d never allowed that of anyone. Not even Rian.

“Your heart is racing, Liam,” Ry said, tilting her chin up to look into my eyes.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I felt this way outside of Rian’s apartment,” I told her. “The day I first saw you. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and I wanted so terribly to do what was right. I wanted the chance to prove that I was a good man. It nearly ripped me in two, that desire…and that’s the way I feel now, too. I have a shot at redemption. I can be a good man for you. You and our baby, Ry.”

Ry nestled in close again. Her fists uncurled and her handssmoothed across my pecs. Travelled up to slide along my neck. Fingers twisted into my hair.

I listened to her breathing.

“Liam,” Ry whispered. “Maybe I—wedon’t need you to be a good man. Maybe we just need you to beourman.”

Her lips moved against my skin. “Maybe I was never meant to be with a saint.”

“Maybe I’m tired of being a sinner,” I whispered.

Ry’s hand slid between my legs as her lips found mine. My cock responded to her hand.

“Are you tired now?” she asked before tugging at my lower lip with her teeth.

“And here I thought you were an angel,” I said as I lifted her up and carried her to the bed, laying her across the mattress. “The mother of my child.”

Dark hair spread out around her head, she grinned at me.

“I’ll be an angel tomorrow,” she said.

I pushed up her shirt and circled my tongue around one of her nipples.

“Please don’t,” I said, and then she pushed my head down to her pussy.

From just the sound of one of Ry’s whimpers, I knew she was right: I’d be whatever she needed me to be.

I’d sell my soul for her. I’d throw away my chance to redeem myself. I’d crawl into the belly of the beast for her. And for my child.

I’d do wicked things for them. I’dbea wicked thing…

RY

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