Page 30 of The Devil's Spawn

Now I found myself pacing in front of her bathroom door, the bag of tests in my hands, terrified to hope. My heartbeat was a wild beast behind my breastbone. I should have called Gage. Deep down, I knew I was going about this the wrong way, but the idea of taking a test while he eagerly waited was too upsetting. Once again, vomit pushed its way into my throat, and I bolted into the bathroom and threw up for the second time that day. The situation felt too reminiscent of another day.

The vomiting. The test. The reminder of Gage’s reaction afterward.

I curled into a ball next to the porcelain God and sobbed. Taking the test wasn’t even important—it would only confirm what I already knew in my heart. The impossible had happened. My remaining ovary had produced an egg, and Gage…

His reaction would be so different from last time, but in that moment, all I could hear were the echoes of his rage. The accusations and hatred. Forgiving was easy. Forgetting was harder.

“What can I do?” Simone set a hand on my shoulder, her touch light and gentle as if I might jump out of my skin. I pulled myself upright.

“I’m pregnant. I know I am.”

“You won’t know for sure until you take a test.”

“I’m scared to.”

“I thought you wanted to have a baby?”

“I do!”

“Then why are you falling apart before you’ve even pissed on a stick?”

“I don’t know! I guess it’s…Gage didn’t handle it so well last time.”

“But he’s onboard now, right?” She gentled her tone, infusing her words with the power to coax.

“Yeah.”

Simone grabbed my hand and dragged me to my feet. “No point in having a breakdown until you at least confirm it.” She picked up the bag I’d dropped and pushed it into my shaking hands. “I’ll be right outside the door.”

I gave a solemn nod as if headed to a firing squad instead of taking a test that was bound to give me news I’d been hoping to receive for months. The next three minutes were the longest of my life—at least that’s what it felt like when I finally picked up the stick and read the results.

Two lines.

15. Come Clean

Gage slid the razor over his jaw and down the side of his neck in hypnotic strokes, erasing his five o’clock shadow. I sat on the edge of the tub and rubbed jasmine scented lotion into my smooth legs. I liked watching him do mundane things. Standing barefoot with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, he didn’t come across nearly as intimidating as he normally did.

Until he turned that steel blue gaze on me in the mirror.

I didn’t know what propelled me to kneel behind him, my hands tugging at the terrycloth around his waist. The towel floated to the floor, and I wrapped my fingers around his cock. It only took a few strokes to get him hard. He dropped the razor onto the counter.

“What are you doing?”

I didn’t often take the initiative. He’d conditioned me to follow his lead, and that was a hard lesson to break.

“Serving you, Master.” Swiping my thumb over the head of his cock, I bit my lower lip, hiding a smile at the bead of moisture on my fingers.

“Did I give you permission to grope me?”

“No, Master.”

He chuckled, but as soon as I stroked the length of him, his laughter turned to a deep-throated groan. “You’re being very bad. You interrupted my shaving, Kayla,” he said, but his tone teased rather than admonished. “Now I have no choice but to punish your mouth.” He whirled and had my head between his hands before I had a chance to move out of reach. As he pushed between my lips, his gaze roamed my face, as if he were searching for the answer to my out-of-character behavior.

“You’ve been quiet tonight, and now you’re on your knees playing with my cock of your own accord. Something is obviously going on here.” He thrust deeper, ensuring I couldn’t answer him.

And that’s when things took a turn for the worst. My gag reflex kicked in, stronger than ever, and I jerked my head back. But he moved with me, wordlessly forbidding me to pull away. Gagging was a huge turn-on for him, and he wasn’t about to give me any slack.

“While I fuck your mouth, why don’t you consider telling me what’s on your mind?” He paused for a moment, a dark brow arched. “Somethingison your mind, right?” Ceasing his thrusts, he allowed me a quick nod of my head.

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