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He spanked me again, even harder this time, as I gritted my teeth in pain, refusing to let him have the satisfaction of my whimper.

But I couldn’t resist a squeal as he suddenly stopped and spread my burning cheeks wide.

“This is about a damn baby, isn’t it? Well, shut up and take my seed.”

“Why would I want a baby with you?”

He positioned me on my knees, my muscles screaming in displeasure as his fingers dug into my ass, began to press past the resistant ring of my asshole.

“What do you want, then, pretty girl? If you go back to how we used to be, I’ll give you anything you want. I can give you and our baby all the comfort and luxury you could ever want.”

His words were a demented croon as he pressed his fingers deeper into my ass, the blood from his cut dripping on my overheated flesh.

“I want you to leave me alone,” I gasped, clutching the back of the chair for support.

“I can’t,” he gasped, tipping my ass up as his big tip nudged my sore lips open. “I’m obsessed with you, Lavender.”

“Liar,” I breathed as he slid inside me, thick, slick, and depraved. “I don’t want your love anymore. It’s sick and twisted. You are sick and twisted. I wish you’d let me go.”

“I’ll never let you go,” Michael said, the sound of our bodies connecting obscene, wet heavy slaps, his hands on my ass, hishands on my hair. “You know you could never leave me, darling. We were made for each other.”

He could dominate my orgasms now, make me come over and over again on his cock. As many times as he wanted.

But there was that fierce defiance that still burned inside me.

If Michael didn’t believe I could ever leave him. . . he was wrong.

Chapter Nine

The next morning I was washing my face when Michael came up behind me.

“I scheduled my vasectomy reversal. You’re going to get your baby.”

For a moment, my heart leaped, but Michael was like a fucking chessmaster. He thought getting pregnant would shut me up. And I didn’t trust him.

“I don’t want that. I want a faithful husband. Or I’m walking.”

His eyes darkened as he yanked me closer.

“Understand this. You will never control me. So don’t bullshit me about walking. You should know by now you can’t leave me. I won’t allow it. You are going to get this damn baby you want so badly and I’m going to get my sweet little wife back.”

I turned aside.

“I’m not going to the Chamber of Commerce Banquet.”

“Oh yes, you are.”

But I sat, disobedient, on the stool.

“Hurry up, Lavender. We don’t have much time.”

Still I sat, looking at my reflection.

I would not be seduced by his talk of breeding. My husband was dangerous, unstable, willing to do or say anything to keep me.

Anything except the one thing I wanted.

When I continued to ignore him, he went to the closet and yanked a green dress out, shoving it at me.