Page 12 of Monster: King of Nevada

Theias rests his hand on my lower back as we walk up the steps to his home, stopping in front of the door as if dropping me off from a date. Facing each other, he doesn’t take his hands off me, which has been his behavior for most of the night.

Feeling slightly unsure of myself, I shift on my feet. “I had a nice time.”

“Me too.” His voice wreaks havoc in my body. “I’d like to do it more.”

Stunned, I stare up at him. He’s so damn tall. “You would?” My voice is shaky.

“You wouldn’t?” He lifts a brow in question.

“It’s just…I’m pregnant,” I blurt out miserably, expecting him to remember and then decide I’m not worth the trouble.

“And?” My jaw drops. “Tomorrow, I’ll start looking into obstetricians in the area. Do you prefer a man or a woman?”

I break out in a fit of laughter as this enormous tough guy, looking like the devil himself, asks me what gender I’d like looking at my lady bits.

“What’s so funny?” He could never truly understand.

“Not funny, per se. Just sort of…odd. You worrying about my doctor. It feels out of character, I guess.” Oh, I hope I haven’t insulted him now.

“I suppose,” he murmurs, thinking about it now. “Yeah,” he sighs, a smile turning up the corners of his lips.

“You’re handsome when you smile.” The words thoughtlessly pop out.

Theias drags me in closer so our fronts are flush with each other. He leans down and cups the back of my neck in his powerful hand, holding me in place as our lips touch gently once, twice, and then he dives in and devours me.

His other hand presses tight to my back, slowly stroking as he lifts me slightly onto my toes. A moan works through me as his tongue seeks entrance to my mouth, overtaking me until I can hardly breathe through the tension floating between us.

“Theias,” I whine, needing something but afraid to ask for it.

“I must tell you, Ella, my sweet little doll.” My body jolts at the pet name. “I need you to do something for me, and you might not like it.” His hand moves around to my front, where his fingers graze across my pebbled nipples. Gasping, he swoops in with his tongue, tasting me everywhere.

“What?” I can’t suppress the way my body rubs across him as his leg shifts to move between my thighs, applying pressure right where I need it.

“Call me Daddy.”

I freeze, pulling back and looking into his obsidian eyes filled with a craving for me, for more of what I can give him, and I can’t find it in me to object.

“Daddy,” I whisper in a throaty tone that makes him growl and pounce on me like a starved animal. A man catching his prey and not releasing it.

His mouth shifts to my neck, sucking on a spot that’s a direct line to my pussy, and I squirm in his hold, rubbing my heat against his sculpted thigh until pressure builds to a painful peak.

“Fuck, sweet doll, so good for Daddy.” I explode, eliciting a scream that leaves no doubt as to what we’re doing. “Sshhh, sweetness, only I get those sounds from you.” Bobbing my head as he picks up my limp body, I cuddle into his chest and close my eyes.

The softness at my back makes me feel like I’m floating as Theias places me on a bed.I hadn’t even realized we’d begun moving.Opening my eyes, I know we’re not in my room.Must be his.The shades are mostly darker here: black, silver, and navy blue. There are touches of white on the bed and the walls.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers, removing my black pumps from my feet and dropping them on the floor. Kissing the inside of my ankle, he nuzzles his face against my calf, tickling the skin with his beard. “Thought you passed out on me for a minute.”

“I think I did,” I giggle, never having had an orgasm so intense and from such little stimulation. “That was amazing.”

“If that was amazing, I’m curious how you’ll come apart with my mouth.” My eyes widen in shock.

“I’ve never done that before,” I confess. The post orgasmic haze brings out an honesty I ordinarily wouldn’t share.

“Good. I like the idea of being your first.” His smug look makes me blush again.

Watching as he stands up, Theias strips off his tie and tosses it on the bed, making me think he has plans for it. Unbuttoning his shirt, he removes it with a finesse I’ve never come across and drapes it over a bench seat at the end of his bed.

He unbuckles his belt, and I grow nervous when he unzips his pants next, showing off the patch of hair leading to between his legs. I like the fact that he’s not so polished or refined, with no body hair. There’s not an abundance of it on his chest but enough that he could be a model or a mountain man.

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