Page 79 of The Final Faceoff
Doesn’t mean I don’t want to.
“Eat your eggs, Thief,” I say, pushing her plate toward her. “You’re eating for two.”
She groans, flopping forward onto the counter like I just ruined her life. “That’s not how it works. The baby is, like, the size of a lemon.”
I lift a brow. “Sorry to tell you, but it is how it works.” I cut into my eggs, taking my time. “The baby is the size of a kiwi, but still, eat.”
She glares at me but picks up her fork anyway, stabbing at her food like it personally offended her.
George refills my coffee, then hers, before moving around the kitchen one last time. He doesn’t need to say anything—he’s already stocked the fridge for lunch and snacks, tidied what little needed tidying, and now, like the true professional he is, he slips out through the side entrance without a word.
The door clicks shut behind him.
I glance at Hailey, and then I say it.
“You tried to beg for my cock, but begging isn’t enough, sweetheart. I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to own you. I want to be so deep inside this tight little cunt that you feel me for days. And when I’m done? I’m gonna fill you up, make you mine, fuck my come so deep it stays inside you.”
Her fork clatters against her plate.
She blinks. Once. Twice. Then, “Jesus, Leif. Just say it, why don’t you.”
I lean back, lips curving slightly. “I just did.”
She groans, dragging her hands over her face like she’s trying to scrub the words from existence. But I don’t miss the flush creeping up her throat, the way her thighs press together beneath the counter.
Good.
I rest my elbow on the island, watching her carefully, letting the words settle. “You’re already pregnant,” I say, voice low, even. Calculated. “There’s no reason for me to use a condom. No risk.”
She lets out a slow breath, her hands still covering her face, but she’s listening. I can see it in the way her body reacts, in the way her fingers tighten against her cheeks before she finally peeks at me through them.
“You’ve been thinking about this?”
“Long enough. It happened while I massaged you and listened to you moan.” I pause, letting that settle and add, “Then . . . well, then I really knew I had to do it when I heard you in your room, while your pretty little pussy took your fingers so well.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows.
I brush my knuckles down her jaw, slow, teasing. “I thought about how fucking good it would feel to spread you open on my cock. To fill you up, keep you full.” I lean in, my lips barely skimming the shell of her ear. “I thought about what it would feel like to fuck you so deep, you’d still feel me inside you days later.”
She makes a strangled noise, her fingers tightening around the edge of the counter.
But I’m not done.
“You want to be mine, Hailey?” My other hand slides to her bare thigh, my thumb stroking up the sensitive inside. Not touching her where she needs me, but close enough that she can feel the heat of it. “Because I don’t just want to fuck you. I don’t just want to make you come until you forget your own name.”
I lift my head, my gaze locking onto hers.
“I want to claim every inch of you. I want to fuck you raw. Bare. I want my come dripping down your thighs. I want to watch you spread it with your fingers, push it back inside, keep yourself messy just for me.”
Her breath hitches, her thighs clenching around my hand.
“Leif.” My name is barely a whisper. Like she’s already unraveling.
I palm the back of her neck, tilting her head back, forcing her eyes on mine. “You want it?”
She nods, but I don’t accept that.
“Use your words. I don’t give anything until you use that pretty mouth to ask,” I warn her.
