Page 49 of Bratva's Innocent Obsession
She runs her fingers over the plastic.
“Aren’t you going to ask me if it’s yours?” she asks eventually.
“Of course it’s mine. You’re pregnant, and you came to me for help, soyou’remine, and whatever the genetics of the baby, it’sminetoo.”
She gapes. “You’re the father, is what I meant. I thought you’d want a test or something.”
“Do you need to test?” My brows draw in. “Did someone force you to have sex with them?”
“Apart from you?”
I take her chin in my thumb and forefinger. “I will play that game with you in the bedroom, zhizn moya, but let me be very clear.”
Her pulse flutters at her throat and her pupils are blown.
“I know you wanted me to fuck you. Your body begged me. And before you, I’d never…” I pause, unsure how to explain the dark, corrupt desires that she awakened in my soul by responding the way she did. The need to take that was liquid fire when I’d previously been satisfied with tepid tea.
“Never…” she repeats, searching my face.
“There’s something inside me that cannot resist you. That night was the first and only time I’ve wanted to steal and controla woman. You unleashed a savage, primitive lust that revelled in your protests.”
The confession is raw. A risk. But my girl’s eyes are full of trust I don’t deserve.
“I felt that way too,” she whispers.
“You belong to me,” I rasp. “And I think you know that.”
She lets out a little whimper. Releasing her chin, I slide my hand down until it wraps around her
throat.
And god, something slots into place as I gently tighten my fingers. I’m a possessive monster, and the rescued princess is mine.
Mine.
Having her soft-blue eyes gazing up at me, feeling her blood pump beneath my fingertips, it’s all just right. I’ve never felt at peace like I do with Taylor, and when she’s in my control. It’s as though she’s my missing piece.
“Now, show me whether it’ll be eight months or nine until I hold your hand as you give birth to my baby.”
Slow as honey dripping off a spoon, she twists the pregnancy test.
I’m looking over her shoulder, so we see it at the same moment.
The small digital display has one word in all caps.
PREGNANT
My heart takes flight.
“I… We’re…” She’s vibrating in my arms. “Oh my god, Kon.”
I touch her cheek and turn her face to mine. It’s full of excitement and disbelief, and wonder.
“You’re pregnant with my baby and I’m going to love and protect both of you.”
Then I kiss her. I pour all the emotions I feel but can’t name into a possessive, fierce kiss, holding the back of her head,tangling my fingers in her hair, and trying to tell her without words how happy I am. How she’s everything to me.
My heart might burst. I have so much love for Taylor.
