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I make it to the last step, wrapping my arms around his neck and smiling. So handsome, his dark skin complimenting my lighter brown. His hazel eyes light up as he offers me a small smile, ushering me to answer.

"It was okay, more baby shopping and a little less sick." I lie, because it was easier than voicing what's in my head. Rey's large hand rests on my ass.

"Good, good," he replies as he pulls me in for a kiss. His free hand cups the side of my face as his tongue swipes my lips, demanding access, and I open to let him. Groaning into my mouth, his hand on my ass squeezes it. "I need you," I whisper into his lips, pulling away to help him remove his pants. This is what I want him to remember, what I need to remember—that I can still be sexy. That he still wants me because I want him. My hands move quickly to remove his cock from his pants as he turns me to bend over the stairs. This is not the slow lovemaking he's been doing. This is raw and animalistic. And I'm desperate. My swollen cunt waits for him as he thrusts into me.

"Fuck," he moans. "Your pussy feels like heaven. It was amazing before, but now..." He pumps slowly before pulling back out, I'm sure to look as my cunt greedily sucks him in. "But now," he moans again, "it's magnificent."

Rey pumps slowly into me, causing my walls to flutter and the warmth to pool at my core. One hand fists my hair as he pulls me up towards him, completely forgetting I'm pregnant, but I welcome the discomfort as he bends to suck on my neck.

"So good," I moan, as my free hand moves over my swollen breast. He pulls them free from the satin fabric. Two fingers twirl and spin my nipple, and once again, my walls spasm, choking his cock. "I'm about to cum."

"Shh... not yet," he groans, as he pulls out of me and pushes back in. Over and over again, he brings me to the edge until my wetness leaks down my legs. Until I'm begging for sweet release.

"Please... Sir," I beg. "Please."

"Que Rica, tan bella cuando ruegas," he moans as he grabs a hold of my widened hips and fucks me so hard that I shatter. "Oh, oh," I moan, causing him to still as his cock finishes spilling inside me.

"Fuck, I was too rough," he says immediately, pulling out and helping me up from the stairs. Somehow, we ended up in doggy position.

"No, I'm okay," I say.

The thick brows on his face furrow as his hand cups my chin. "No, I was too rough. Mi Reina, I'm sorry."

No, I scream inside my head. This is what I needed... to feel wanted, not like some fragile porcelain glass.

"I'm fine, amor, I promise."

"You sure?"

I shake my head. "It was amazing and exactly what I needed." Patting him on the chest, I walk past him and head towards the downstairs bathroom. My stomach churns from the smell of his cologne and all the rocking. Reminding me of my prison...

2

NEW BEGINNING

Days later……

Stretching, I look for the familiar warmth of my husband, but when I open my eyes, his spot is cold and empty. For a moment, I lie there listening to him in the bathroom as he brushes his teeth and washes his face. It’s been a rough two days. I ended up in the ER last night from all the puking I was doing. Now I need something stronger—IV meds. Which reminds me, once we move to the new house, I’ll have a nurse come administer fluids besides the medicine I’m taking now. I’m so tired of this…

"I know, but it will do her good to be out of the city." I hear Rey speak to someone. "She’s not doing well, I can see her try, but I think her mind is fracturing," he continues, each word feeling like a stab to the chest. I thought I was doing well at hiding it, but I shouldn’t have expected anything less from a doctor of psychology. "She just needs to find herself…" he lets out a sigh or yawn. "I know, but I’m afraid she’s not connecting with the baby. It’s too much. Serena is too young."

Too young…

Is he talking to her again? His best friend and his ex-wife. My stomach tightens, and bile climbs my throat. The need to pee overwhelms me, but I don’t want him to know I’m awake, listening to his conversation about me. Is this how he feels? Does he regret marrying me?

"I don't know. I just hope things change," is the last thing he says before the water in the shower turns on. Once I’m sure he’s inside, and the urge for release is too overwhelming, I slowly get out of bed and waddle towards the bathroom. I’m only halfway through my pregnancy, but I have a tiny frame, and the belly causes a lot of pressure, which affects the way I walk. Rey thinks it’s cute... I think it’s humiliating.

When I step into the bathroom, even through the fogged-up mirror, my naked husband sees me, and a smile appears on his face, deepening the dimples on each cheek.

"Hi."

"Hi," I whisper back as I take a seat to relieve myself, watching as he washes his hair. Then, the small scratches on his back catch my attention. He hasn’t touched me since last night, and well, the movers took everything, and he didn’t lift a finger.

"Rey," I begin to say, but then I bite back my words. He loves me. I’m just overthinking... it’s my anxiety, like my doctor said. Rey is perfect. Rey loves me, and I just need to remind him that I can still be his good girl. With his back turned towards me, I slip into the shower after removing my nightgown, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I want you," I whisper into his skin, my eyes finding those angry red scratches—some deep, some more superficial. Acid burns my throat, but I swallow it down. He’s mine.Mine.My hand moves down his shaft, already half-hard.

"You feeling better?" he asks as he stops my hand.