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Did she still see me as a killer? A monster?
Or was she able to change the filter in her mind to view me as her hero? The lover who’d saved her?
“Why?” She licked her lips and frowned.
“You wanted to know why I took you,” I reminded her as I tugged out of my other sleeve, satisfied when she couldn’t look away from my body as I peeled my clothes off.
She sharpened her gaze and scowled at me as she instantly met my stare. “You waited two weeks to tell me?”
Oh, fuck. You’re perfect. She wasn’t docile at all. She’d keep me on my toes every inch of the way.
“I’m not going to tell you.” I let my shirt drop as I toed off my shoes. Lowering my fingers to my pants, I indicated to her how far I’d take this reveal. “I’m going to show you.”
“You kidnapped me just so you could…” She blinked, staring without pause as I unzipped and lowered my pants.
My cock sprang free, jutting out and pointing directly at her as I shoved my boxers down too.
“So I could fuck your sweet cunt again,” I finished for her when she struggled to speak so candidly. She was a stripper, but surprisingly shy to talk about anything gritty now.
“You…” She blinked, lifting her focus up my naked body as I stepped out of my pants. “You wanted me just to—You’ve kept me captive all this time so I’d be your sex slave?”
I smirked, enjoying every second of her shock. “I took you so you could give me an heir.”
In a flash, she snapped her head up and pierced me with an unreadable expression of alarm. She wasn’t scared, but wary.
“What did you say?” she asked, breathing faster. Her breasts rose and fell faster, teasing me with the peek of those generous swells her tank top couldn’t fully contain. Despite the distance between us, I saw how her eyes seemed darker, more dilated, as she took me in.
You heard me.
I approached her, beckoning her to come closer to me and get out from hiding behind that chair.
“I want you to give me an heir,” I repeated. Her purpose was clear—to me, at least. “I want to breed you and see my child grow… here.” Lowering my hand to place it over her stomach, I was mesmerized with this sexual tension snapping and sparking between us. The air was charged. I felt every zing and tingle of my skin in contact with hers, even through the thin layer of her shirt.
“An heir?” she whispered, stunned.
I nodded, tugging the hem of her shirt up. She hadn’t run. She wasn’t going to flinch and freak out. I could tell. With herstanding too still, though, I wondered how my claim would make her so… nervous.
“We’ve already fucked, after all.” I lifted her shirt without her protesting at all as she stared at me.
She stammered, unable to speak.
“We know how good it can be.”
I dared her to argue that point.
“Why not have a second go of it since it was so…” I pulled her shirt higher, slowly, relishing the goosebumps that showed on her bare skin. “Since it was so good the first time?”
Gripping her shirt with both hands, I tugged it up until her breasts were bared. I never left her with any lingerie, and right now, I could reap the rewards of that stroke of genius. Letting the material bunch above her tits, it emphasized how hard her nipples were for me.
She was wary. And nervous.
But so, so turned on.
“Wasn’t it?” I taunted, lowering one hand to cup the fleshy globe and rub my thumb over her peaked nipple.
Sucking in a breath, she finally flinched. I followed after her as she stumbled backward. The lust in her eyes hinted at how torn she was. While she wanted to run from what I told her, her body was betraying her. She wanted me.
And I waited to see if she’d keep this challenge alive between us.