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“I told you my reason. You are here to give me an heir.”
Again, she lowered her chin and cut out eye contact.
“And I will fuck you as many times as it takes until you’re pregnant.”
When she lifted her face, I shook my head at the sober anxiousness she showed me.
“No. You have no option to change this fate. You will give me an heir.”
“But why me? Why not some Mafia princess or wealthy socialite?”
I scrubbed my body, perceiving her reaction as a challenge, and it made me want to fuck her again. Any protest from her was a turn-on.
“Why would you takemybaby from me?”
I frowned, finding her choice of words interesting, as if she already had a baby, not that we’d make one.
“Why would you use me for a baby?”
With clarity, I realized she was afraid of my taking something else from her. Not just her pussy, butherchild. I would. There wasn’t a chance in fucking hell that she’d have my baby and I wouldn’t have full custody. But in the back of my head, another vision filled in with more details. I sawherstaying in my futuretoo. Not just to be bred and dismissed as a fuck toy or mistress, butwithme.
Lowering my head to think through how stupid these urges were, I focused on cleaning myself and not looking into the drawing pull of her green eyes.
I couldn’t tell her. I couldn’t even hint at the idea that I wanted her to give me a babyandgive herself to me too.
That was way too big of an admission to share with her now. Or ever.
If I let her know how badly she was getting to me, that would be intel she could use against me.
No.She couldn’t know. I refused to mention how much I could see myself becoming addicted to her.
But she was still waiting for a reply. I felt every second of her worried stare on me.
When I faced her again, I took the easy way out of having to answer at all.
Gripping the back of her neck, I pulled her close so I could kiss her hard, silencing any attempt at conversation.
23
SLOANE
Instead of telling me why he needed a baby from me—which he already had—Maxim grabbed the back of my neck and advanced toward me. My back slammed against the shower stall at the same moment his lips collided with mine. Thrown straight back into the maelstrom of desire, I caved to the wicked pressure to kiss him back just as hard. Everything was a fight with him.
For this lust.
For permission.
Something about this Mafia boss just pushed my buttons and I felt like a hypocrite to want him so badly. It was like he could read my mind and know how thrilled I was for him to be so commanding with me. Like he could read my body and guess that he was making me drip and so damn aroused when he played rough like this.
This isn’t right.
I knew that. I was well aware that I wasn’t behaving in any appropriate way. He’d kidnapped me, and I wasn’t supposed tobe welcoming his tongue into my mouth, his fingers in my pussy as he pistoned them and made me cream faster for him.
He was a master of seduction. His interest in me was a carnal one, and I hated how weak I was towanthim to be forceful with me like this.
“Hold on to me,” he growled, jerkily reaching back one hand to shut off the water. Without backing up, keeping his mouth against my cheek, he maneuvered us until I was back in his arms, being carried out.
He didn’t have to ask me to cooperate. There was no need to instruct me to follow his lead. Magnetized to him and craving him so potently like this, I was drawn to stay close. Kissing him hard, I felt so guilty to enjoy his highhandedness as he walked out of the bathroom.