Page 90 of Abigail's King

“I guess we should talk, really. Lying here in each other’s arms isn’t going to solve anything. It’s just prolonging the agony.”

He pulled an envelope from his pocket. It was like the one he had given Mateus before we left the hotel. He hesitantly passed it to me.

“I want you to read this first before we talk. It says things in there I’m not sure I can say to you out loud, but know everything in there is true. After you’ve read it, we can talk. Just remember I was in a very dark place when I wrote it. Davi was telling the truth when he said he found me with a gun in my hand. What he didn’t say was that it was pointing at my head. I was going to end it all right there and then. He saved my life for a second time that night…”

His voice cracked as he was unable to finish the last sentence. I went to embrace him, to give him the comfort he needed, but he placed his hand on my chest to stop me.

“I need you to read that first, please.”

I opened the letter and started to read. The tears were pouring down my face as he opened himself up in the words he had written. I knew this wasn’t everything, and I wasn’t sure he would ever tell anyone the real truth of his life for the past eighteen years. But for one brief evening, he had been willing to give as much as he dared in this letter. When I started to read the section directed at me, I had to stop. I wasn’t sure I could read how he felt for me. I felt him gently rub my back.

“Go on, Bonita. You need to read it.”

I took a deep breath and continued to read as the tears fell down my face and onto the paper I was holding. He was pouring his heart out to me. Telling me everything he could never say out loud. When I read how he would only have ever wanted to start a family with me, I lost it. I couldn’t read any more. In that one statement, he had done exactly what I wanted him to do: told me that he wanted me and not the twins. He may have written the letter before he knew I was pregnant, but in those few words, he told me that he loved me enough to have children with me.

We didn’t need to talk anymore; his letter told me all I needed to know for now. All I wanted at this moment was to reconnect our souls. To get back what we had lost on the fateful day. I dried my tears and got up from my position next to Kye. Holding out my hand to his, I spoke.

“Come with me, please.”

I saw a look of confusion on his face. “Where are we going?”

“Just come with me, please.”

He took my hand and followed me as I guided him up the stairs and towards his bedroom. For once, I would be calling the shots. I was going to make him submit to me. We both needed this; he just didn’t realise it. I knew he would put up a fight, use the twins as an excuse. But I knew it was perfectly safe, and I had been as horny as hell the past month, even in my state of sadness. I needed him, wanted to feel him inside me, connecting our souls together again. As I walked into the bedroom, I felt him stop behind me.

“Bonita, what are you doing? We need to talk about everything. About us, the twins. I’m not sure now is the time—”

I turned and looked him dead in the eye. He would submit to me, and he was going to do it now.

“We have the rest of our lives to talk. Now get undressed and lie on the bed. This isn’t a request, Kye.”

He took a step back as he took in what I had just said. Within a matter of seconds, the smirk that I loved came onto his face. I had read in a lot of my books that a good dom should know how it felt to be a sub. Well, we were about to find out how good a dom Kye was. He stood there for a moment, as though pondering what he should do. I raised an eyebrow in challenge to him. Almost immediately, he turned his gaze slightly down, walked into the bedroom, got undressed, and lay on the bed as instructed. I couldn’t believe he was going along with this without a fight. But what he said next almost had me coming on the spot.

“What does my mistress desire?”

I was starting to understand exactly how Kye felt when I called him “sir.” The power that I felt in that moment, having someone I loved submit to my will, was almost too much for me to handle. But I had to keep it up, even if it was just this one time.

“Watch me undress. I want to see exactly how much you want me.”

I slowly started to undress and could see the lust, want, and need in Kye’s eyes. He was more than ready for me, his cock standing to attention. Once I was fully naked, I started to feel insecure. He hadn’t seen me with my bump. What if he didn’t see me as the beautiful woman he fell in love with?

I felt his hand glide across my stomach. I hadn’t even noticed he had moved.

“You can punish me in a moment, Bonita. But I had to tell you how gorgeous you are. This just makes you even more so. I still want you more than ever, and will when you’re six, seven, eight and nine months pregnant if I can get away with it.”

He gently kissed my stomach and went back to his position on the bed. I knew he should be punished for his actions, but how could I when he had told me exactly what I wanted him to? I carefully got up onto the bed and straddled his legs, positioning myself above his cock. I was more than ready to take him. I had been since the moment he first touched me in Mateus’s car. Even through the sadness and joy I was feeling in that moment, my desire for Kye never changed.

Slowly, I pressed down onto him, allowing him to fill me completely. We both took a sharp intake of breath as I took every inch of him inside me. I looked down as he lay there with his eyes closed. I could tell he was trying to place this moment in his memory forever, the same as I was.

Softly, I spoke to him. “Look at me, Kye.”

Instantly, he opened his eyes and met mine. The lust was still clear to see, but now there was a look of contentment, as if he had finally found what he needed. I couldn’t move for a moment, the enormity of the situation suddenly flowing through me. My heart was racing and my breathing laboured, even though we were just joined together. Unable to stand it anymore, I started to move along his cock. My movements were slow and methodical as I lifted up and then down on him. He held onto my hips, but never tried to change the pace.

We continued to look into each other’s eyes, never once breaking contact. This was far more passionate than any other time we had been together. A reconnecting of souls with each and every move. Each time I took him within me, I ground myself against him, sending shockwaves throughout my body. I continued to ride his cock, the pressure building inside me. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my orgasm hit me, but I wanted Kye to come with me.

“Come for me, Kye.”

I could feel my orgasm starting deep within me. It was a feeling like no other in my life, including previously with Kye. As I crashed over the edge, I felt Kye come inside me as he called out “Bonita.” I rode him through my own orgasm, continuing the same slow and methodical pace I had throughout. As the euphoria of the moment started to die down, I felt a tear start to roll down my face. Not from sadness, but from the feeling of finally being complete. I looked back down at Kye and saw a similar tear on his face.

“I love you, Bonita. I’m so sorry—”

I placed my finger over his lips to stop him. “Not now. Let’s just enjoy each other for now. We can talk later. Now I just want the man I love in bed with me.”

I lifted off of him and lay on the bed next to him as he pulled me into his side. Laying my head on his chest, I finally got to say the words I thought I would never say again.

“I love you too, Kye.”

He pressed a gentle kiss on top of my head. “Sleep for a while, Bonita. We have our whole lives ahead of us now. I’m not going to make the same mistake again and will never let you go.”

It wasn’t long before the events of the morning took over my body and I gave into the sleep that I sorely needed.

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