Page 22 of Dance with the Devil

Draven dropped his knife and fork and ran a hand down his face. “No, I wouldn’t get you to abort, but I would find a place that was safe for you, as far away from me as possible so the kid could be safe.”

“Do you think you’d hurt your own child?”

“I don’t know what I’d do, so let’s not find out.”

She nodded her head, but the truth was, she didn’t like any of this. She wanted to have children, maybe, someday. She had no idea who Draven was, what his past meant.

He clearly had it rough, and she wasn’t about to force him to talk to her. They could take this one day at a time. She could handle that. One day at a time.

“So, I didn’t do anything wrong?” Maria asked. “You’re not angry with me?”

“No, I’m not angry with you, and you didn’t do a single thing wrong. In fact, Maria, you did everything right.”

She wanted to smile and to fist pump the air, but she held herself back. This was not the time or place to feel victorious. She’d just been told she was never having kids, unless she was pregnant right now. But even if she was pregnant right now, that would also come at a cost. The cost of spending time with Draven. Did shewantto spend time with him? Did she even want a future with him? Would it be easier to leave?

So many questions and she couldn’t answer any of them. They were not a love match. She knew that. He’d saved her by choosing her to be his wife.

Nibbling her lip, she ate some more food.

Draven had picked up his knife and fork and started to eat. She kept stealing glances his way, curious about the man. What was his history? What did he want out of life? Would he ever be willing to answer any of her questions, or would he always be silent, keeping her out?

She knew a lot of marriages within their world were awful. Men and women forced together through business arrangements, money, and power. Most of the time they hated each other and had children because that was expected of them. Maria didn’t know what was expected of her.

The Boss had told her clearly, if no one wanted her, she would die. What if Draven got tired of her? Would he divorce her and sign her death sentence?

Stop thinking so damn much.

Eat your food.

Deal with it another day.

That was all she could do. Take it one day at a time, hoping to survive another day. It was a strange way to live, but for her in this moment, it was the only way.

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Draven knew he needed to get a doctor for Maria. She was a temptation he couldn’t deny himself.

Like now, he’d woken up to her beside him in bed, and he’d not been able to resist kissing the exposed back he’d seen from the negligee. He’d traveled down her back, going down, lifting the negligee to keep it out of his way, to kiss more of her skin.

Maria had woken up, spread her legs, and moaned his name. He fucking loved that—hearing her moan his name.

With her legs nice and wide, he got to see her cunt, and he’d licked at her pretty clit, drawing a screaming orgasm from her. She was so sensitive and it hadn’t taken long to get her off. He loved hearing the sounds she made. So beautiful. They made his heart sing.

After she came hard, he’d removed the negligee and then sat at the top of the bed, making her straddle him. He held the base of his cock as she slid that fine pussy over the tip, and sunk deep down onto it. She’d groaned his name, and he’d fucking relished the sounds.

Running his hands all over her body, capturing her hips, and then drawing her down even harder to take more of him. He was addicted to the sounds and couldn’t get enough of them. He loved hearing her moan, especially when it was the sound of his name as it echoed around the room.

Without the negligee on, he got to see her full tits as they moved. Holding onto her hips, he showed her how he wanted her to fuck him, making her sink down, bouncing her on his cock.

He marveled at the sight of those tits as she worked his dick. Draven had no choice but to count to ten over and over because he was so close to release. He was going to come. He hadn’t worn a condom, and there was no stopping it. In the back of his mind, he knew he should pull out of her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that, so he held her down tightly, filling her with wave upon wave of his cum.

Today, he’d talk to the doctor. She needed to get on the pill, and he had to learn to be fucking patient. Maria was a dream. She wasn’t timid or quiet, and she wanted to fuck him. He knew this without even asking her. She was like a little sex student, waiting to hear exactly what the teacher wanted, and that was addictive.

Running his hands down her back, he held onto her. This was another first for him. He never held any of the women he’d been with previously. None of them got to look at him, hold him. He hated when they touched him.

Maria had wrapped her arms around his neck, her body flush to his, and he traced the curve of her back. He expected the anger and annoyance to overwhelm him, but that didn’t happen. His wife wasn’t a whore. She belonged to him.

No one else had ever touched her. She’d not been filled with cum a few minutes before he arrived, nor did she have another man’s dick on her breath.

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