Page 42 of Surprise Pregnancy for Villain

I hear the challenge in his tone. There’s something else there, too. Lust. It’s also there in his eyes, reminding me of that earlier fantasy. Like that image, he looks hot and heavy for me now.

A sweet pain lodges itself between my thighs, leaving a gentle throbbing there. Hoping my lust isn’t stamped on my face, I glare at him. “Then I’ll march you out myself.”

Ezio smirks, the action making his face light up. It’s not fair that I’m trying to be firm when he’s looking so goddamn gorgeous. “I’m serious,” I say firmly.

A surprised gasp flies from my mouth as he suddenly comes at me. My back hits the wall. My body instantly comes alive as he towers above me, his muscular arms resting between either side of my head. His breath is warm, and he smells like men’s cologne, pine, and morning dew. My legs are still closed but his thighs are pressing against my hips. He’s got me right where he wants. If only he knows it’s right where I want him.

“Do you always behave like a naughty girl whenever I’m gone?” he murmurs.

“That’s none of your business,” I mutter, trying to put up a tough front, but getting turned on like hell. It’s the hottest line I’ve ever heard. And I like it.

Damn, I like it.

“Oh,” Ezio chuckles. “It is my business, alright. Seeing that you’re wearing my shirt.”

“So what?” I lift an eyebrow at him. “Do you want it back?”

“Yes.”

I arrange the sultriest voice I can muster. “Are you sure you want me to take it off? I’m not wearing anything underneath it.”

Ezio’s green eyes pierce deeper into mine. His breathing gets heavy, and I can feel him swelling against my belly. I smirk at him. Just a few little words, and I can make him aroused like this.Who’s got the power now, huh, Ezio?

“I’m sure,” he whispers.

“Then take it off yourself,” I challenge him.

With a deep growl, Ezio rips open the shirt, sending the buttons flying and clattering to the ground and exposing my bare chest to his lustful view. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

I arch my back higher until my nipples point to the sky. “Sure you like what you see?”

“Yes, they’re perfect.”

Ezio takes my left breast into his mouth, the sudden action making me gasp. When he starts sucking on my nipple, I dig my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, stifling the pleasurable moan.

“Don’t even think of holding back, understood?” Ezio commands, breaking the sweet assault on my nipples. “No one’s going to hear you for miles, anyway.”

In response, I moan and run my hands through his hair, pulling his head towards me, encouraging him to suck harder. He tugs on it with his teeth, making me hiss, my grip tightening on his silky locks. A warm heat floods my core as he makes his way down, peppering my body with soft kisses. I flinch reflexively when his mouth lingers at the soft paunch on my stomach.

Ezio falls to his knees, peering up at me, his fingers caressing my stomach. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

I nod, speechless.

“Every inch.” He moves his fingers over the stretch marks on my thighs. I groan when he leans in to kiss them.

“Every curve.” He strokes my hips.

“Stunning.”

He nibbles my inner thighs, and I part myself. He licks my pussy and smooches my clit. My toes dig into the floor.

“Oh, Ezio.”

He moves back up to my mouth, capturing it for a hard kiss. “Gorgeous, from head to toe. Don’t you ever forget that,” he murmurs against my lips.

“I won’t,” comes my whispered response.

My hands travel up his neck, and I pull his shirt off and toss it aside. I grip his firm shoulders, panting with pleasure as he goes back to sucking my nipples. I tug at his jeans. He expertly unzips it and tosses it onto the floor, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. My pussy clenches at the sight of his erection, straining against the cloth. I’m already aching to feel it inside me.

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