Page 47 of The Cruel Heir
She was so much more than a mere family member.
She was in my blood. An obsession I couldn’t shake. My gaze fixated on her sleeping form. In a haze, I slowly drew her nightgown up, revealing her mouthwatering tits to my gaze. Her belly was softly rounded and, for a second, I could see what she would look like, pregnant with my child.
The very idea sent me in a tailspin, and before I knew it, I was spitting on her pussy, and shoving my cock deep inside. She was tight and a bit dry, but I kissed down her neck, unperturbed.
That she hadn’t woken up surprised me, and I looked at her nightstand to see some kind of headache medicine. I wondered if it had knocked her out? Did she know how potent those drugs are?
I fucked her faster, furious that she was so vulnerable in her sleep. She moaned as I lifted her legs high and I thrust deeper, determined to flood her again, keep our child sealed inside her, a living brand no ring could match. If she still dared claim she wasn’t mine, the heartbeat under her skin would prove her a liar. Only then would she throw out this ridiculous notion of not being mine.
Who gave a damn if our shitty parents got married?
She was mine, and I was going to be hers. I turned her over and pulled her hips up, so that she was sort of kneeling. I had to support her and it wasn't easy. She kept falling to one side. I knelt behind her and pushed my cock into her again.
“I am never letting you go, my little hummingbird,” I whispered in her ear. I don’t know why calling her by that forbidden title got me off, but I was coming harder than I had ever come before.
Lightning flashed behind my eyelids, as my cock let loose inside her unprotected pussy. It brought me great joy, knowing she couldn’t use birth control. Not here. Not under my watch. My family’s donations bought the university clinic, and every prescription passed through my approval. Even off campus, she wouldn’t dare defy me.
I made it clear what would happen if she tried. I needed an heir, and who better to carry mine than my precious little hummingbird?
A successful endeavor indeed.
After I came, I sat in the armchair by the window, my gaze fixated on her. I wanted to climb in bed and cuddle her close to me, but I was already tempting fate from the deep fucking I gave her unconscious body. I didn’t know how long I stayed there, watching her chest rise and fall, but time seemed irrelevant. She was a puzzle I couldn’t solve, a temptation I couldn’t resist.
When she stirred, shifting in her sleep, my breath caught. She murmured something, a soft, unintelligible sound that sent a jolt through me. I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees, and allowed myself a moment of weakness.
"You’re mine, Zara," I whispered, the words barely audible. "You just don’t know it yet."
The weight of my obsession pressed against my chest, suffocating and exhilarating all at once. I knew it wasn’t healthy, knew it wasn’t right, but I didn’t care. She was the one thing I couldn’t control, and that made me want her all the more.
When the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, I stood, my movements careful so as not to wake her. Before I left, I glanced around the room, taking in every detail; the soft throw draped over the armchair, the stack of books on her nightstand, the faint scent of lavender that clung to the air.
I’d have cameras installed today. Not just in her room, but throughout the house. As I slipped out of her room and made it to the room I’d claimed, a plan formed in my mind. I needed to know where she was at all times, needed to see her even when I couldn’t be near her. It was a small price to pay for the peace of mind that came with knowing she was safe, and mine.
Zara thought she could run from me, thought she could keep her secrets hidden. But I was a Kingsley, and Kingsleys didn’t lose. Not to traitors, not to enemies, and certainly not to the women who made them weak.
By the time the staff began stirring, the cameras were already being installed. I watched from my office as the technicians worked, ensuring every angle of the house was covered. Zara wouldn’t have a single moment of privacy, not unless I allowed it.
"Everything’s set up," Frankie said, stepping into the room with a satisfied smirk. "You’ll have eyes on her 24/7."
"Good," I replied, my gaze fixed on the monitor. One of the feeds showed her room, the soft glow of morning light illuminating her sleeping form. "Make sure no one knows about this. Not the staff, not her."
"You got it, boss," Frankie said, clapping me on the shoulder.
“No one touches her,” I murmured. “Understood?”
Frankie smirked. “No one would dare.”
They wouldn’t. But if they tried?
I flexed my fingers, remembering the way Derek had screamed, and smiled. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving the screen. Zara was mine, whether or not she realized it. And I would do whatever it took to keep her that way.
ZARA
The sunlight streaming through the curtains did nothing to ease the storm churning inside me. The moment my eyes opened, nausea hit like clockwork. I bolted out of bed, barely making it to the bathroom before I collapsed onto the cold tile floor, my stomach twisting violently.
I gripped the porcelain rim of the toilet, dry heaving until my throat felt raw. My entire body trembled as I leaned back, the cool tiles against my skin grounding me, as I tried to catch my breath. This had become my new routine, waking up every day to the same relentless punishment.
For a long moment, I just sat there, my back against the wall and my arms wrapped around my knees. My eyes stung with unshed tears, but I refused to let them fall. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. It wouldn’t change the reality I’d been avoiding for weeks now.
