Page 207 of Unravelling The Beast

I groan and roll my eyes before jumping off the counter in front of him, forcing him to take a step backwards. He watches my big titties bounce as I land on my feet, and I smirk as I move past him towards the running shower.

After only two short steps, he catches my wrist swiftly and yanks me back towards him. He holds both of my wrists behind my back to keep me restrained while he speaks through clenched teeth close to my face.

“I hope this pregnancy doesn’t make you think you get off lightly with me. I will still ruin you, and if I can’t destroy your fucking pussy, your asshole is always available for the next nine months.”

I give him a big smile and talk quietly while placing my lips in close proximity to his.

“And that’s exactly why I love your crazy self. Straight to the point.”

His luscious lips lift into a smirk.

“Yeah?”

I smile as I respond.

“Yeah.”

He pounces, taking my breath away and smothering me with an intense, passionate kiss that makes me bow backward. I kiss him back with the same ferocity and dominance because I can't get enough of him.

When we eventually break away, we both look at each other, panting heavily out of need and possibly contemplating whether we could risk ten more minutes.

Before suddenly releasing my wrists, he speaksforcefully against my tingling lips.

“Hurry the fuck up before I chain you to my fucking bed and have my way with you all night long. We don’t want to keep Mommy and Daddy waiting, do we?”

I raise an eyebrow, entirely willing to do that, but I know better than to challenge him, so I quickly turn and make my way to the shower.

Ilean up against the marble counter in the bathroom with my arms crossed over my chest and watch Wren shower like the pervert I am.

My hungry eyes take in every inch of her wet body, and I’m tempted to strip down and join her the entire time. When my gaze settles on her toned, tight stomach, I get lost in thought and turn my head to see the pregnancy test beside me, still sitting on the counter.

I reach down, picking it up gently, and bring it to the front of me. I keep my head low while I focus on the two very bold lines with a small smile on my lips.

Her carrying my baby was something I imagined once or twice. Maybe not at first, because my goal was to utterly destroy her, but recently, when I came inside her, I always knew there was a possibility, but it didn’t stop me because I knew she’d be fucking incredible with my kids.

She’s a good girl, and she’s just what we need in our lives to keep us grounded. Am I happy? Fuck yeah. If I had asked myself that six months ago, my answer would have been the complete opposite. However, this girl is now somebody I can see my future with as my family, and hopefully one day she will be my wife.

I pull my eyes from the test and lift my gaze in Wren’s direction as she tiptoes to turn the shower off before wringing the water that was clinging onto her long, dark brown locks.

As she wraps a towel around herself, I place the pregnancy test back down on the counter and stand straight while she walks toward me.

When she’s within reach, I grab her chin in my hand and kiss her firmly on the lips before I speak.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.”

She gives me a small smile and nods before I slide my thumb across her plump bottomlip. I release her and then pass her, walking toward the bathroom door.

I jog downstairs and make my way to the kitchen straight away and when I enter, I head straight for a bottle of whiskey as well as a crystal glass before turning around and placing them on the kitchen island before taking a seat.

I pour myself a small amount of the amber liquid and then lower the bottle down before lifting the glass to my lips and taking a small sip. I sit there for a while, lost in the silence and my deep thoughts, while staring ahead.

When I finally hear Wren descending down the marble stairs in her heels, I shift my eyes to the doorway in front of me, waiting for her to come into view. As she does, she proceeds to walk slowly in my direction with her head down while tucking her phone into her small bag.

Before my dark eyes take in the rest of her sexy outfit, I watch her long, curly hair bounce around her face. She is wearing a short denim skirt, a white off-the-shoulder ruffle top and a pair of white heels to match.

The immediate, twisted need to bend her over the kitchen counter and shove my cock straight up her snug little cunt causes my jaw to clench. My eyes trail up her body and meet hers as soon as she lifts her head.

Before she begins to speak, she smiles at me with an angelic, happy expression.

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