Page 24 of Owned By her Enemy
My chest tightens at the thought, an echo of the fear that gripped me then. “I couldn’t let that happen.”
“Why not?” Her baffled expression pinches at my heart. “It was just Tottenham.”
“Because I would never allow you to be hurt.” It feels good to admit this. “I would sooner burn the whole of London down than have you upset. Anyone who hurts you dies.”
Her mouth falls open. There’s a long pause. Then brown eyes meet mine.
She places her hands on my chest, right over my thumping heart. Then her nails dig in slightly. Possessive. “I spared your life, husband, so you owe me. I’m not letting you go now.”
“Savage little songbird, aren’t you?” We’re done with mourning and sadness tonight. If she’s claiming me, she’ll find I’m not so tame. I grab her around the waist and flip her back over. Her landing is hard onto the mattress, but as she moves to protest, I’m on her. Covering her with my body, shoving a knee between hers and looking down into her face. She’s breathless and the desire I see there makes my cock throb. I settle myself right on her soft folds, holding myself on my forearms and leaning down to brush a light kiss over her lips. It’s a deliberate contrast to the way I’m trapping her firmly everywhere else.
She pushes up her hips, despite being thoroughly caught, the movement causes the head of my cock to notch at her entrance. A groan rips from my throat.
She’s soaked.
Neither of us speaks, like we’re not admitting this is happening. I scan her face for any signs that she’s scared or uncomfortable. There’s none.
Her expression is open, and her trust in me squeezes my heart.
“Is there anything else you need to discuss?”
She smirks. “The weather?”
“Anything that’s keeping us apart,” I growl. “Because I have to tell you, I’m very close to slipping into you and fucking you until you can remember nothing but the feeling of being taken by me. And it will be too late for regrets then.”
She lets out a whimper and trembles.
“You’re the one who’s got me pinned to the bed at your mercy. You put me here. Don’t think I haven’t realised how you encouraged me to suggest making peace when we were talking on the video app,my dangerous mafia boss husband.” Each word is heavy, weighted.
She’s soaked, dripping over the tip of my cock, and I swear she gets wetter as she describes me. Which bit does she like, I wonder? Because the word that made blood surge into my dick washusband. Andmy.
That ownership has certain privileges I’d like to avail myself of. Immediately.
“No more misunderstandings. Do you want to get pregnant?”
She hides for a second, turning her head to the side, and I can see her mind looking for the correct answer, the good girl answer that won’t cause trouble.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snap to mine.
“The truth,” I demand.
“Maybe?” she whispers. “I do. At some point.”
“How about today?” I say softly. “How about we forget that blade you were going to put in me, and I fill you with seed instead, and make you round with my child.”
Shock registers on her face. Disbelief. Then dawning happiness. “You’d like us to have a baby? I thought men didn’t want—”
“Forget everything else, and know this: I love you and I’m going to keep you, protect you, make you mine over and over again. And I’m going to love and protect and provide for all of the kids I hope we’ll have. So knowing that, I’ll ask you again: do you want to get pregnant?”
“Yes.” She nods like I might take away what she most wants. “Yes, I do.”
“Good. Because I want nothing more than to be bare inside you. To fill you up with my come and make you mine.”
She whimpers, going soft beneath my hands like what I’ve said makes her needy and hot, just as it makes me focused and hard. I want to breed my beautiful wife.
“My husband.” And there’s something like awe in her voice. “Make me yours.”
