Page 56 of The Heir
"Good boys get to fuck their wives like animals."
Fuck.
My hips have a mind of their own and their only goal? Fuck Melody as hard and deep as she wants. I know she said that for my benefit, but I also know that it drives her wild when I thrust in with savagery. Her claw-like nails rake down my back, and her eyes roll into her head. The most beautiful primal sounds fall from her lips. I nearly explode when I feel her walls tighten and clamp down around my cock.
"Fuck, love, fuck," I wheeze. "I need you. I fucking need you."
"I'm yours, Dante," she pants. "I'm yours. I'm your wife. I'll never let go, I promise—"
She shatters. Her beautiful, sopping-wet cunt clenches around my cock like a vice. She throws her head back, exposing her gorgeous throat, and I need to bite it. I manage to hold on long enough to lean down and sink my teeth into the soft skin of her neck, tasting her sweat, growling around her flesh.
"You're fucking mine," I snarl. "You're mine. You're mine. I'll keep you under lock and key if I have to, but you're fuckingmine."
"Yes, yes, yes," Melody moans breathlessly. Her eyes are hazy and unfocused, but she gives me the most satisfied grin I've ever seen.
Apparently, the nursing staff tried to get into our rooms when our heart monitors stopped measuring anything. I slick my hair back, damp with sweat, and give Rebecca a shit-eating grin.
"I'm not sorry. I went through hell, you tell me my wife's pregnant, and you expect menotto fuck her?" I chuckle, and Melody stifles a gasp.
Rebecca's cheeks turn a bright pink. "If you could keep that activity to a minimum… at least, until we're entirely sure you're sound and healthy."
"Fucking try to stop me." The smile drops from my face, and I glare at the woman in scrubs.
"Stop it," Melody hisses.
"Moving swiftly along," Rebecca says nervously. "Dr. Martinez has ordered an ultrasound for Melody."
My heart leaps into my throat. "Why? Does he suspect something's wrong? I demand to go with her—"
"No! No, nothing at all. You've… well, like you said." She sucks in an inhale. "You've obviously been through a terrible ordeal, and the doctor just wants to check on the fetus. We would never bar a father from seeing his child for the first time."
"I'm sorry for my husband's asshole behavior," Melody snipes. "He gets cranky."
I prickle. I do not getcranky. I'm protective of my wife—doubly so, considering our situation—and I am acting in the most reasonable manner possible. To be quite honest, they're lucky I didn't burn this fucking place to the ground when their security guard tried to separate us.
"Yes, well—uh. Be that as it may, we'll need to take you down to the ultrasound room. And!" She turns to smile at me. "Your friend is awake and ready for visitors. Helena's stayed by his side—we couldn't tear her away.Every time we suggested she get some rest, she told us to go fuck ourselves."
"That sounds like her." Melody laughs. "Sorry on her behalf, too, I guess."
"No worries. Are we ready to see a little peanut?" Rebecca gestures to a rickety wheelchair and moves to help Melody up.
"I can move on my own," my wife says with a frown.
Rebecca looks between my wife and myself. She rolls her eyes and throws her hands up. "Fine. Follow me."
The ultrasound room, as it turns out, is very close. It's a small, dark room with another old bed and the machinery set up next to it. There's even a folding chair for me, but I don't dare sit down. It's too far away from Melody. I stand at her side, offering her my hand for balance as she situates herself on the raised bed.
Another nurse swoops in with a tight smile, lifting Melody's gown and squirting some jelly on her stomach. My wife sucks in a gasp. My muscles tense, but she squeezes my hand. "It's just cold."
"Si, fría." The other nurse nods. Rebecca stands behind her, watching the screen intently. The other nurse sweeps the device back and forth, pressing into Melody's flesh, and gray blobs whorl on the screen. A whooshing sound fills the air. Melody stares at the screen with an unreadable expression. I know I should be looking at the screen, but all I can see is her.
My wife. My love. My dangerous, murderous woman. She's everything I've ever wanted.
The whooshing sound changes—it becomes more rhythmic, more constant. A tear slips from Melody's eye as she watches the screen with rapt attention.
"That's the heartbeat," Rebecca whispers. She points to a tiny fluttering in the gray blobs. "See that? That's the heart. And right here we have the teeny, tiny little body—hang on."
Rebecca and the other nurse whisper in hushed, lightning-fast Spanish.
