Page 18 of Monster: King of Nevada

“Good. I’ll be bringing my girl. Get the office cleaned up and make sure there are drinks and snacks; she’s pregnant.”

He lets out a long whistle followed by congratulations. I don’t correct him about the kid not being mine. Not yet. That’s between Ella and me only.

After hanging up with him, I call the boutique at one of my hotels, The Royal Lorde.

“Jasmine, how are you?” The older woman has been on my payroll for years, and I trust her implicitly.

“Theias, darling, how nice to hear from you. I’m well. Plugging out new designs and hoping to one day create a masterpiece for your future bride.” Her request is spoken whimsically, not realizing I’m about to make her dream come true.

“What if I told you that day will be sooner than later?” She inhales sharply, telling me all I need to know.

“Then I would say, when can I meet the lady?”

“This evening?”

“Tell me when and where.” Her excitement elicits a smile. Jasmine is the mother hen everyone needs. Though, I’d never admit that out loud.

“I’m bringing her to a meeting tonight. She’ll need a dress, shoes, and lingerie.” I know she’s taking notes.

“Tell me about her.”

Smiling, I close my eyes, thinking of the woman sleeping upstairs. “Fiery auburn hair, fierce temper, emerald eyes, fuck-me lips.” I pause before revealing the last bit. “Pregnant but not showing.”

“You’re going to be a father?” Pleasure rolls through each word.

“I am.”

“What size is she?”Beats the fuck out of me.She takes my pause as her answer. “Slim, a handful, curvy?”

Closing my eyes, I picture Ella naked and in bed. “Hourglass. She has the most beautiful hips.”And her ass makes my mouth water.

“Got it. I’ll see you at seven.”

She hangs up, and I get the feeling that her interest in me will now revolve around Ella.

No complaints here as long as she loves my woman like her own daughter.

11

ELLA

Slowly blinking my eyes open, I feel hands on my hips and glance down to find Theias fully clothed and traveling down my body, leaving small bite marks and a trail of kisses. My legs are spread wide, and his eyes are closed as he enjoys my body.

“Daddy,” I whisper, and the way he trembles and groans gives me just a hint of what the name does to him.

Theias doesn’t answer me; instead, he spears me with nearly black eyes, lost in lust, as he continues to travel lower. The fingers of both hands dig into the backs of my thighs as he holds me open to accommodate his broad shoulders and hulking frame.

Hot breath courses over my sex, my stimulated clit anticipating attention, and I try to be patient, really, I do. My hands, however, have a mind of their own as they dig into his thick, dark hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging him into the apex of my thighs.

His warm chuckle makes me squirm to get closer to his face. I know that no one else could ever love on me the same way myDaddy Theias does, and I’ll be the best good girl for him so he never loses interest.

“Greedy little doll, are you?” As he brushes his beard across my thighs, I know he’ll leave a mark for me to admire later. “Ask me nicely, Ella.”

My eyes pop open at the command in his tone. It’s deep, guttural, and leaves no room for compromise. He wants me to beg.

“Please, Daddy. Please, oh please, taste me. Lick me. Just put your fucking mouth on me.” I’ve lost any ounce of control I thought I had over my body. “I’m so greedy for you. Only ever you.”

Gasping when I feel the tip of his tongue touching my outer lips, I tug his hair hard, making his eyes turn blacker still. I didn’t realize it was possible to gaze into the black hole of a man, but I am. Theias may be in control on the outside, but he’s gradually losing it on the inside.

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