Page 57 of Executing Malice (Jefferson Rejects #4)

LEILA

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SEVEN MONTHS LATER...

“Stop singing Eminem to it.”

I’ve barely opened my eyes all the way but can hear the soft hum of Dante serenading my very swollen, very full belly.

It’s a ritual he started doing the moment we learned I was expecting.

Normally, I would think it was cute. A little endearing, but this little monster has kept me awake the entire night, digging its little toes into my ribs.

I am not amused.

“But Daddy will buy her a mockingbird.”

I roll my eyes. “And where is Daddy getting a mockingbird from?”

Soft, warm kisses litter across the arch of my belly towards the center. “Have you forgotten, dearest wife, that I have access to anything I want? I will get my princess whatever she wants.”

“Christ, you’re going to spoil her into becoming one of those awful children no one likes. ”

His head jerks up. “How dare you.”

I ignore him. “Besides, what if it’s a boy?”

“Boys can like mockingbirds,” he counters smoothly.

I don’t mean to be in such a foul mood. Being pregnant, while exciting, is exhausting.

I hurt in places I didn’t know existed. I’m as big as a house, and for someone who hasn’t always been a fan of her weight, that took some adjusting to.

I eat like there’s a food shortage, and it’s never normal stuff anymore.

I learned pickle juice was the way to go.

On everything!

Spaghetti? Pickle juice.

Sandwiches? Only if I can dip it in pickle juice.

Coffee? With a drop of pickle juice.

It’s disgusting. My brain knows it’s foul, but that’s all the baby wants.

If I never see pickle juice again, it would be too soon.

“Are you sore?” Dante lifts his head when I shift, trying to ease the knot along my entire spine from lying on my back the entire night.

“It doesn’t like when I turn on my side,” I grumble.

“Here. Sit up.”

With his help, I rock-swing myself up into a sitting position and drop my legs over the side of the bed. Dante moves up behind me and, as he has been doing every morning, he kneads my back. He digs his fingers beneath all the tissues and bones, and I groan with unadulterated pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” I moan, leaning back into his magic fingers.

It’s just getting good when a soft knock at the front door snatches it away.

“It’s your mom,” Dante states, using his phone to link to the door camera he installed the second we got the keys to our new home.

“Shoot,” I grumble. “I forgot we were supposed to go out to pick up the last few things for the baby.”

Dante frowns as I push to my feet. “You’re driving to Mayfield?”

I groan. “I hope not. My bladder can no longer hold for four hours at a time. It’s fine,” I assure him, kissing the creases between his brows. “I’m getting really good at squat peeing.”

My joke is met with a scowl that makes me chuckle.

With a final kiss to the tip of his nose, I hurry to let my mom in.

She and Dad raced home months ago after I sent them a text letting them know I was getting married.

Both had been concerned and excited that I actually found someone, never mind hurrying to get married.

Of course, their assumption that I was pregnant was correct.

In a town like Jefferson where unplanned pregnancies are the epitome of bad upbringing and loose morals, neither had tried to talk me out of the decision to marry Dante .

Who my dad adores.

The two hit it off as if they were long lost brothers. I have never seen my gruff, no-nonsense father look at anyone with such excitement. Not even me.

Joy Weir beams at me from the front porch.

Evan Weir right over her shoulder. The pair always reminds me of a typical couple in an eighties’ sitcom.

Joy with her bleach blonde bob sheered to just beneath her earlobes and sparkling blue eyes is the ray of sunshine in the relationship, while Evan, with his hulking build, military cropped hair and ruler straight mustache is the surly one. Together, they are perfect.

I push open the screen door, letting in a gust of cool, May breeze.

“Morning!” I say.

The two shuffle into the foyer.

“Did we wake you?” Joy’s sweet smile slips into one of concern.

I snort. “That would imply that I sleep anymore.”

“The baby is a night owl.” Dante slips up behind me and eases his arms beneath my middle.

The slight elevation eases the weight pulling me forward and I relax against him.

“Oh, Reed was the same,” Joy mutters with a shake of her head. “He kicked me right to the end. ”

“Don’t say that,” I whimper. “I need sleep.”

“Take naps in the day,” Evan prompts. “Joy used to take twenty minutes every few hours when the baby was quiet.”

I might have to try that, I think.

“You know, why don’t we stay in?” Joy offers. “You take a nap. I think Evan wanted to take a look at your roof. Dante can help him. And I’ll just keep myself busy.”

Mom’s version of busy is cleaning and cooking. The last time she kept busy, she prepped three weeks’ worth of meals for which I was eternally grateful.

“I actually wanted to show you the basement,” Dante pipes in, excitement bubbling over.

Dad’s eyes widen like a little kid being told to come see a new toy. “Did you set it up?”

“It’s so much better than we planned!”

The two are practically vibrating as they abandon us in the hallway and hurry towards the back of the house.

Mom and I exchanged amused glances.

“It’s officially a man cave,” I tell her. “I can’t get down those stairs, and Dante would kill me if I tried.”

Chuckling, Mom slips her hand through the crook of my elbow and gingerly turns me in the direction of the stairs.

“Let’s get you back into bed.”

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I wake to a murky darkness.

The house is still around me, but my body is on fire. My core throbs as it’s lapped at lazily by a diligent tongue.

“Dante...”

I can’t reach for him, can’t even see his head as it works me close to the edge.

“You taste so good,” he breathes against my center. “Turn over, baby. Need my cock in you.”

I do, with his help. I get on my hands and knees, the only comfortable position to take him.

My entire body shudders with the initial stretch of his head. The piercings push against my overly sensitive walls, and I sob into the pillow.

With the baby coming soon, I had to remove my piercings. All of them. the loss of them has left me feeling empty and lost, but Dante promises he’ll put them back after the birth. For now, I have his and that’s okay.

Carefully, he pulls me back until I’m seated on him, my back to his chest and the headboard to keep my balance.

“Ride me, Leila. Get yourself off. ”

It’s not as easy as it used to be, but I rock my hips, finding my rhythm. Dante helps by easing a hand between my spread thighs and stroking my clit to match.

“Yes...” I pant, increasing speed, taking him deeper. “Fucking love your cock.”

Dante grunts, hand clamping around my tit, rough fingers pinching the swollen nipple hard enough to make me cry out.

“You feel so fucking good,” he snarls into the back of my shoulder, his voice rough with need.

His hips slam forward, balls smacking wet against me with every thrust, making the headboard rattle against the wall. The rhythm sends shockwaves through me and heat curling low in my belly.

I grip the wood tighter, knuckles whitening, arms shaking. My hips rock back against him, greedy for more, needing him deeper. My belly presses against the sheets, reminding me of just how full I already am by him.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, reaching down to spread me wider. His thumb brushes the slick mess he’s created. “On your knees, belly full, still milking my cock like the little whore you always will be. My filthy whore.”

His words ensnare me. They grip me with such primal control I am powerless to do more than clench around him and be exactly what he claims I am .

“That’s it. Squeeze my cock,” he grits out, driving harder, deeper, rutting into me like he can’t get enough.

“Fucking cunt is dripping. So fucking wet for me. You love this, don’t you, Leila?

Love getting bred on your knees while your parents wait for you downstairs.

Do you think they can hear their little girl getting her hole railed? ”

Shit. shit!

The words undo me. My thighs tremble, heat flooding between them. He groans when I clench around him, burying himself to the hilt, grinding until I cry out.

“Fuck, that’s it. Take every inch like you were meant to.”

His breathing is ragged, hot against my ear. His teeth graze the tender curve of my neck as the headboard knocks in rhythm with us. The wood creaks, keeping in time to the sound of wet skin filling the room. My breasts sway with every thrust, nipples aching for more for his touch.

“Dante, please...” My voice breaks into a moan as he rubs my clit.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, driving me harder, his cock hitting that spot that makes me see white stars. “When you push this baby out of your tight cunt, I’m putting another one in. Going to make sure everyone in town knows just how often I have your legs spread and my cock pumping you full.”

“Fuck ... Dante ... I’m cumming... ”

I convulse around him as my orgasm tears through me, white hot and merciless.

“Greedy whore,” he groans, losing his rhythm, but pounding me through it. “Goddamn it, you’re choking the life out of my cock. Shit, I’m going to ... fuck!”

He buries himself to the root, grinding deep, holding me there as he spills inside me with a guttural growl. His teeth scrape down my neck. His heart hammers against my shoulder blades. He stays with his cock twitching and buried inside me.

“I meant it,” he hisses into my ear like a threat.

“You’re giving me another one. Your womb is mine and I’m going to keep it full.

” He strokes my belly, slides his hand down to spread my soaked lips.

“Keep you on your knees, cunt leaking.” He strokes my still quivering clit.

“You have no idea how fucking hard you make me, seeing you like this, knowing I got you knocked up.” He flicks faster, reigniting the flame that has my hips thrashing on his semi erect dick still wedged inside. “Knowing you let me breed you.”

I’m tumbling too fast to remind him I hadn’t.

My stupid pills failed, or maybe it really can’t defend against the amount of cum he puts inside me every day.

Whatever the case, I’m not angry about it.

I want this baby. I want more. I want every filthy thing he whispers to me at night while he pins me down and takes me like he owns me.

I want him like this where he can’t keep his hands off me or his cock out of me .

“Love you,” I pant, finally coming up for air as my body gives a final shudder beneath his dancing fingers.

His arms band around me and I’m drawn back against his chest.

“Good. Remember that, because I wasn’t joking about your parents being downstairs.”

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