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And I bite him.

He groans, and I feel his cock twitch inside of me.

I bite down harder, wanting him to feel my pain. Wanting him to feel my anger.

“Yes. Fuck, sunshine. Make me hurt. Take your revenge,” he groans in pleasure, and I know the sick bastard is getting off on the pain.

And I know it’s the only thing that allows me to keep going. If I was truly hurting him, I would stop immediately, unable to cause anyone real pain. Not even him. No matter how angry he makes me.

But since he’s loving it, I can guiltlessly continue.

I bite him. Up his arm, to his shoulder, over his pecs. His neck. Everywhere I can reach. Then when I raise my arms ready to choke him again now that he’s a normal color, he reaches down. And circles my clit.

With my hands tightening around his neck and his fingers on my needy nub, we both tip over the edge.

And as I fall, all I see are two brown orbs looking lovingly down at me. And a part of me breaks. Because despite all the pain I’ve caused him, despite all the nasty things I’ve said, he still loves me.

And maybe Mr. Banks was right.

Maybe love is enough.

Chapter 82

Roman

It was the best sex I’ve ever had. It may have been hate sex to her, but it was cathartic. She needed to hurt me. To take out her hurt and anger. And fuck, I never knew I was into pain. I’ve never had someone choke me or bite me. And fuck if it isn’t arousing.

I pull out of my sunshine, and watch our combined release pour out. Before it can hit the mattress, I push it all back into her. I plug her with my finger, and make sure nothing can leak.

I need it all inside of her.

I need to increase our chances.

To keep her forever.

Chapter 83

Cecilia

When I realize what he’s doing, my eyes fly open, and I swat at his arm.

“Oh my God! Roman, you need to stop! I didn’t have my birth control with me when I was gone. I’m not on any protection!” I freak out, needing him to understand what’s at risk here.

“I know,” he chuckles.

“What?” I whisper.

“It was still in your nightstand when you left. It’s the only thing of yours I got rid of,” he says, and criminal smile forming on his lips.

“Why… why would you do that?” I ask, at a loss for words.

“Because you’re not leaving this penthouse until you’re pregnant with my baby,” he says with assurance, and I almost pass out.

“What?” I whisper.

I can’t help but feel elation at his words. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. A baby. With this man. My only stipulation has alwaysbeen that I need to be married first, and although it wasn’t how I wanted, technically we are married in the eyes of the law.

“Sunshine, it’s the only way I can ensure you won’t leave me. Plus, it’s our dream. A house full of babies. And now that we’re married, it’s time,” he says with his finger still inside of me.