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“No.”I never doubted it before.

“You’re going to marry me.Sooner rather than later.And then I’m going to fully claim that pussy and come so hard against your cervix that you get pregnant on our wedding night.”

I lick my lips.“You’re crazy.”

He shrugs.“You’re mine.”

How does he make his barbaric plan sound so attractive?I’m shockingly close to agreeing to the entire insanity.

Chapter9

Tiago

I hate to cover her.I’d rather strip the rest of her clothes off and eat her pussy until she’s had so many orgasms she finally relents and agrees to marry me.It would be coercive, like taking advantage of a drunk person.She’d be high on orgasms.

It’s okay.She won’t hold out for long.She knows I’m right.She’s just as into me as I am her.It’s just that Reagan’s fighting against it in her head.She can’t grasp the possibility that two people could fall in love so fast and race to the altar.It’s making her panic.

I help her sit, slide her bra up her arms, and reach around to fasten it before slipping her tank top over her head.“You’re supposed to be choosing a room, naughty girl.You distracted me by luring me into your web.It’s time to stop tempting me with your body and decide which room or rooms you’d like to claim before several more cousins show up.”

She giggles.“This is so surreal.I can’t pick a room for you.You’ve already picked one.This is fine.”

“This one is at the end of the hall and shares a wall with a linen closet instead of another room.”

“Why do we need two rooms?”She narrows her gaze at me skeptically and then lifts her hand and quickly adds, “No.Don’t tell me.I refuse to take you seriously when you talk about babies and filling me with your swimmers.I’m not ready for that, Tiago.I’m not even ready to get married.”

I can tell by her tone she doesn’t fully believe her words anymore.She’s just saying them so she can continue to keep a foot in her old world, so she can pretend she’s not two seconds from agreeing I’m right about everything.

I grab her hand and tug her off the bed.“Rooms.Now.”I pull her toward the door.

“This one is fine, Tiago.I don’t know a thing about architecture or the type of wood furniture is made of.”

“Choose them by the color, then.Or maybe you have a preference about whether they face the front or back of the house.”I’m wearing her down.I know it will feel more real to her if we pick rooms and explore them.I will take her home tonight, but I want her to lie in bed thinking about the rooms she picked out and what it will be like to sleep in one of them in my arms.

I head down the hallway, opening every door, holding my girl’s hand and dragging her into each and every room.

At first, she just stares at me, but eventually, we come to a room in pale blue.It’s very feminine even though it’s blue.Ruffly and dainty.I know she loves it immediately.She releases my hand to wander in deeper, touching the edge of every piece of furniture and the queen-sized bed.

“What do you think?”I ask.

She stares at the corner.There’s nothing in the corner at all.When she speaks, her words surprise me, “A baby slept in here,” she whispers reverently.

My breath hitches.“How do you know?”

She shrugs.“I can feel it.”She points to the corner.“The crib was over there.See where the four legs scraped slightly on the hardwood?”

Reagan’s right.I see now.“Is it creepy?”I ask.

She shakes her head.“No.It has positive energy.I’m not saying it’s haunted or someone died.It was probably your father or one of your uncles.I’m just noticing this was once a child’s room.”She points toward another corner.“Look at the wall.It hasn’t been painted in a long time.You can see where tiny hands belonging to a short human touched the wall a thousand times.”

She’s right about that, too.She’s very perceptive.

“Do you like it?”

She heads toward the armoire and tries to peek behind it before smiling and giving it a shove.It’s far too heavy for her, though.I don’t ask questions while I help her move it.

When we finally manage to shove it about two feet, I grin.“Huh.Look at that.My woman’s got some weird psychic abilities.”I reach for the handle on the door we just revealed and turn it.I’m not surprised when it opens, nor am I surprised to step through it into a larger room done in darker blues.

She comes to my side.“I guess one of your relatives had the same idea as you and made adjoining rooms.”

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