Page 54 of A Pawn in the Game
“You didn’t.” She thinks for a second before adding, “Well, you did, but not in a bad way.”
I nod, though I’m not fully convinced. Languidly, I pull out of her, and the sight of my cum dripping out of her pussy is enough to bring the blood back to my brain.
“I…” I struggle to find my voice, dread filling me. After everything I’ve done to her, getting her pregnant while she’s being held captive is something I don’t think I could live with. “I didn’t think…”
“Hey.” Her voice is stricter now, making me glance up at her. “It’s all right. I-I can’t get pregnant.”
“Good.”Fuck, I’m an idiot. “I mean, not good, but good for this instance.” She looks at me with laughter in her eyes and relief rushes over me.
“Actually, I had an IUD put in a few years ago. It helps balance my hormones which tend to make my anxiety worse.”
“Ok.” My stomach unclenches. “Good.”
“I think I need a shower again.”
“Sure, I’ll give you some privacy.” Her head draws back for a second. “You can leave the door open, and I’ll be here.”
Her mouth drops but she nods, squeezing out from under me and scattering to the bathroom.
My guess is she hoped I’ll come with. But that’s not a good idea. We need some boundaries.
Throwing on some clothes, I check my phone and find tens of texts on it. The sound of the shower carries my gaze to theopen bathroom door. My chest starts for it, but I plant my feet firmly on the ground, shaking my head. I read the texts from my brother first.
He needs me right away. Of course.
I shoot him a quick thumbs up and start tying my boots when I hear Sophie’s footsteps as she emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in only a towel.
“That was quick,” I notice.
“Yeah, sorry. I really don’t feel comfortable.” She chews on her lip, and I hate that the fear returned to her eyes. Her gaze lands on my half done up boots and she sucks in a breath. “You’re going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I have work to do.”
She crosses her arms, pressing both palms on her opposite shoulders, and starts tapping them in rhythmic motions. “Wh-who will be here?”
Her voice is shaking, and my heart sinks to my feet. She’s terrified. After what happened, it’s not a surprise, but it’s still hard to see.
“Who would you want to be here?”
She doesn’t skip a beat before responding, “You.”
I let out a quiet scoff, because the fact that she trusts me the most is absurd. I’m the reason she’s here. Even so, she feels safe with me.
“I need to deal with this.” I glance at the place where Zvone’s dead body previously lay. Her mouth parts as she realizes.
“Of course, yes. Sorry.”
“Not your fucking fault,” I bite out. Could’ve been gentler saying it, but none of this is her fault. She’s a poor bystander caught up in the crosshair of a mafia war.
She dips her head, still chewing on that lip.
“I’ll try to be back as soon as I can. Is there someone else you’d feel safe with? Andre, Ivan?”
“I guess. Just none of the new ones, please.” Her eyes are pleading, and I realize that she really hasn’t liked Toma’s men.
“Did some of them touch you?” My fists tighten.
“No. Not until last night. But they’re different. They creep me out.”
