Page 85 of Prince of Darkness

“I never thought about any of those things. Kids, a wife, kittens.” I snort a laugh. “Then there you were, and I wanted all of it.”

“You make me feel so special, Roman.”

“You are. I don’t know how someone else didn’t get to you before I did.” I shake my head. He thinks every man wants me.

“You know, I googled you and I don’t actually look like your type.” I point out. That’s been lingering in the back of my mind. It’s silly really. The way he is with me I know I’m the only one he wants. The only woman that he’s chased down to have.

“Are you jealous?” He smirks. I smack his chest, trying to wiggle away from him, but I don’t get anywhere.

“I need to go make Ace lunch.” I glare up at him, hating that I am—in fact—jealous. I don’t want to think about anyone dating him ever. We never go out. “Let me go.” I push on his chest.

“Never,” he says before tossing me over his shoulder again, carrying me into the house. My husband is a freaking caveman. He’s lucky I love him so freaking much.

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ROMAN

She wiggles on my shoulder, so I give her ass a smack. She lets out a small scream before she retaliates and smacks mine back.

“I’d be careful, sweetheart. I’ll keep your pussy on edge, not letting you come.” She doesn't say anything for a long moment. I don’t have to see her face to know she’s blushing. Over the past month I’ve been inside her too many times to count. I can’t go long without her.

I was sure once I got a taste that maybe this crazy obsession I have for her would calm down some. It hasn’t. In fact, I think it’s getting worse. I wanted her to be my wife. I got that. Then I wanted her to love me. I got that. Now I want our baby inside of her. I won’t stop until I get that.

It should drive me crazy. I’m spending less time at work, but it’s not. This is the first time in years I’ve relaxed. Working doesn't dominate my every thought any longer. Fawn has shown me the possibility of so much more.

“You wouldn’t,” she finally hisses.

“Eat your cunt for hours? Yeah, I definitely would.”

“Roman!” She smacks my ass again, making me laugh. “Put me down, you brute!” she shouts as I enter the house.

“George, can you prepare lunch? Ace will be done shortly.”

“Of course, sir.”

“George, help me! He’s kidnapping me!” she tries again.

“That’s old news, Mrs. King.”

She bursts into laughter but tries to cover it quickly.

I carry her up the stairs and into our bedroom. I drop her down on the bed. She smells like the sun. She and Ace have been in the pool every day this week. Her skin is even sun-kissed and glowing. I don’t know how she does it, but I swear she gets more beautiful with each day that passes.

“Now, you're going to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” She starts to inch backwards, but I’m faster. I grab her ankle before she can get away. She purses her lips.

“Fine.” She huffs, making her tits bounce. I thought a two-piece would be fine at home, but now I’m having second thoughts. “All the other women you’ve dated in the past look as though they were supermodels. And I’m just plain old Fawn the waitress.”

That does it. I come down over her, caging her in under me. “You could never be plain. And there’s nothing wrong with being a waitress. You’re so much more than that, and I knew it from only a picture. You’re sweet and kind. You took Ace in like one of your own. Somehow you fell in love with me after all that I’ve done. I promise you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. All those things together and I knew I had to have you.”

Her bottom lip puffs out. “That’s really sweet.”

“Are you about to cry?” I growl.

“No.” She sniffles.

“I never took anyone to any event, so I have no idea what you’re talking about. I have let them take pictures, but that’s more for press than anything. It gets the event name spread around more.”

Her lips pull into a smile. “I should have known. You don’t like anyone.”

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