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“What if they turnout vicious, vindictive and stubborn like their mother?”

She tries to push off me with a laugh, but I unceremoniously pull my shirt up over her head, the collar sending her long brown hair falling all over her flushed face.

“Only one way to find out,” I say roughly, grabbing her up against me.

“You arenotgetting me pregnant today,” she gasps, even though her thighs wrap instinctively around my waist, even though I can see the goosebumps along her arms and chest.

“I know, I know,” I drawl, backing her effortlessly into our bedroom, pushing her roughly down on the bed with my hand on her chest. “Not until you open your own firm”—I shove her further up the bed with a thrust of my hips, drawing a gasp out of her—“five-year plan”—I pinch her nipples, hard enough that she has to bite down on a cry—“world domination, and so on and so forth.”

“Congratulations,” she rasps, “on having basic listening skills.”

I kiss her neck, suck punishingly on the skin. She squirms under me, and I roll my hips into her, rubbing my erection right between her legs, where she’s hot and wet and ready for me. I murmur raspily against her ear.

“I don’t need to get you pregnant to make a mess out of you, love.”

She looks up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed, hair spread out behind her like a fallen angel’s dark halo.

“You couldn’t even make me break a sweat,” she sneers.

Fuck. That smoky voice, those mean words, those imperious eyes. A woman I could die for, a woman I could kill for. My woman, my love,my Sophie.

I tug aside her panties, spread her roughly open with my fingers, finding her deliciously, gloriously wet because nothing turns Sophie on more than me being a little rough with her—nothing turns Sophie on more thanme.

Grabbing her wrists in one hand, I pin them above her head, and with the other, I drive myself into her. I glide in easily, but it doesn’t stop me from using more force than necessary, slamming my hips into her, dark pleasure burning through me when I see her eyes roll back into her head, her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip.

“I’m going to make you scream my name,” I promise her, rough and low.

A flash of defiance in her eyes when they focus back on me. “What is it again?”

“Oh, you deviant fucking thing.” I slam into her, fast and harsh. “Say it, Sophie.”

It takes some convincing, and she fights it all the way, holding back as long as she can, until her skin is slick with sweat and her cheeks and chest are flushed crimson and her pretty tits are strewn with pink marks and her thighs are shuddering uncontrollably, and she finally lets out my name is a high whine, beseeching as a prayer.

“Evan. Fuck, God, Evan.Evan.”

I smile down at her.

“Yes, Sophie. Yes, my gorgeous love?”

All the meanness drained out of her, Sophie stares up at me with gleaming dark eyes like molten chocolate, like the richest, most indulgent ganache.

“Please.”

“Anything for you.”

And I give her exactly what she wants—something I intend to do for the rest of my life.