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“That’s right, scream for me.”
Except doing so will draw attention to us. So I sink my teeth into his jacket, muffling my cries, and hold on for dear life as he pounds into me.
“Oh no, wife. I want to hear you.”
He shoves me backwards and wraps his hand around my throat. We hold each other’s gaze for several seconds with the realization of what we’ve become now apparent to both of us. “I want to hear you too.”
The smile I love slowly unfurls on his face, and I can’t stop myself from grinning right back at him.
“Be careful what you ask for, Hurricane.”
His hands slide to my hips in a painful grip, and he ruts into me, grunting hard with each thrust. He wants to hurt me, and he is, in the most excruciatingly intoxicating way.
Again and again, he plunges as deep as he can go. I wrap my arms around his neck and brush my lips over his ear. “I’m falling in love with you Lucian Bandoni.”
When he goes stone still, I smile against his warm skin. I love having power over him.
“Good to know, Mrs. Bandoni.”
With his raspy tone, I clench tighter than I thought possible. Oh my God! He really knows how to turn the tables on me.
“Fuck. I love the feel of your pussy pulsating around my cock.”
Instinctively, I start gliding up and down on his dick, chasing what only he can give me.
“Good girl.”
The praise works as always, and I brace my forearms on his shoulders to obtain the leverage I need. His throaty chuckle fills the air.
“Calm down, June bug. I’m going to get you off.”
And he does, smashing me down hard and deep. I can’t keep up with his onslaught as he plows into me, and I give in to his dominance.
He fucks me into submission, owning my body as well as my heart. Desire courses through me, and I teeter on the edge, desperate to explode.
His huge hand winds my hair around his fist, keeping me under his control, and drops his forehead to mine.
“I’m already in love with you, Colby Bandoni.”
That’s all I need to let go, coming so hard stars burst in my vision. I jolt like lighting while he shatters too, his release spurting hot and violent inside me.
I collapse against him, relishing his arms wrapping around me in a rare yet welcoming hug. Responding in kind, I embrace him back and nuzzle my head on his chest.
“I know it sounds crazy but every time I think about New Orleans, I wish I’d put a baby in you that night.”
My delirious giggle surprises me since I usually have nothing to laugh about. But for the first time ever, I’m truly giddy. “You did Lucian. I’m pregnant.”
Lucian
She lifts her head from my chest and blinks slowly, seemingly still floating from her orgasm. With a gentle brush of my hair off my forehead with her elegant fingers, she smiles dreamily at me.
She guides my hand from her throat to her belly.
“I really am pregnant.”
Pleasure battles with fury.
Why the fuck didn’t she tell me?
