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James hates it. That his son can still sort of look at me.

“Is there a reason you’re not waiting for me bent over in our bedroom?”

He ordered me to do it this morning. So that Topher wouldn’t…you guessed it.

Look at me. I’m giddy, suppressing a laugh of excitement.

It’s such a turn-on that he’s jealous like that. That I’m the only one in his world.

“Answer me.” His eyes are dark. Lust bleeds through these icy blues. So much of it that it’s hard to breathe in here.

My body reacts to him. Nipples hard. Heated cheeks. My thighs clench, pussy desperate to have him inside.

“So that’s your answer? Being a brat?” He licks my jaw, my mouth. He bites my lip, tugs at it, and lets go. “Are you asking for a punishment, Ophelia? Before you have my cock shoved inside you?”

My knees buckle, and he catches me, one arm around my back, pressing my body to his. His cock jerks against my belly. I moan. He smirks.

Just like he did last night before he fucked me.

“Horny little thing. You need me to hurt that sweet cunt, don’t you?” Gone is the smirk. His lips press into a fine line. Cock throbbing between us. “Oh, I see. This isn’t about sex for you today, Sonnet. Tell me what’s going on, or I’ll have to spank it out of you.”

His rough treatment. Dirty words. Gravelly voice. I could come on the spot for this man. Another second of this, and I’ll melt into a puddle.

Except I have news to deliver. A secret I’ve been dying to tell him since this morning.

Since James went to instruct the staff on what’s expected of today. I went to the bathroom and locked myself in there. And then…

“I could tell you.” I bite my lip, burning up from the way his gaze cuts to the movement. “But I’d much rather show you.”

“Ophelia.”

The familiar warning doesn’t scare me. It turns me on.

Injects courage into my veins.

I lift my hand.

The pregnancy test is there. Between us. No taking it back now.

A moment passes, then James’s eyes focus.

He reads the wordpregnanton the digital screen.

Blinks. Scowls.

“Fuck. Baby.” He steals the test from my grip, releasing his hold on my back to cup my jaw instead.

His touch is rough. His kiss hurts in a delicious kind of way.

Then he moans into my mouth, and I have to, I justneedto touch him. I cling to the sides of his neck, yanking him closer. Arching my back, needing my sensitive nipples to feel his hard body.

“Please.” The emptiness in my pussy is killing me. With every passing second, my need for him morphs. Evolves. Becomes intolerable. “James, please.”

He’s harsh and cruel, pulling away. Glowering at me. “How long have you been keeping this from me?”

Through the lust, the need, the unquenchable desires, I see him. He’s not mad.

He has depravity on his mind.

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