Page 65 of Wicked Throne

“Dead?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Then that’s all I need to know,” I turned his face this and that way.

I had a First Aid kit that I kept in my travel bag. I demanded that he sit and he sank into the nearest chair. I heard the plush leather sigh under Thierry’s weight.

Biting the inside of my mouth, my stomach churned. It felt like ants were crawling all over my body. Concentrating, I began digging through the black luggage case. My fingers scraped over it at the very bottom and I pulled it up.

“Viola!” I exclaimed and looked over my shoulder at Thierry.

He looked worn the fuck out.

“Ouch,” he hissed when the alcohol pads went over his cuts.

Cleaning them with care, I tried to avoid his eyes. He was intently starring at me and it made me uncomfortable.

“Tesoro,” he said and grabbed my hands.

“What, Thierry?”

“What would you do if I weren’t here one day?”

I paused. “What do you mean?”

“Just what would you do?”

“I would go on living, Thierry. It's in my DNA. It’s all I know. Why? Please tell me you’re granting that divorce I’ve wanted since day one.”

He chuckled and then kissed the palms of my hands. “Not a chance. Now….get naked. I want to fuck you while the blood of my enemies coats my body.”

“That sounds both gross and tantalizing,” I replied.

He didn’t give me time to undress. Instead, he turned me around, pulled up the dress I was wearing, and immediately buried himself inside of me.

With achingly slow strokes, he fucked me until my legs buckled. Over and over, I cried out his name until we both came. Spent and tired, he scooped me up and placed me in bed.

We didn’t talk again until after he showered and got in bed with me. Part of me ached to tell him about this supposed pregnancy…after all the test could have been wrong.

Two wrong tests, girl?I thought.

Okay, sure try and talk yourself into not being pregnant. You..you funny!

My stomach growled. “We should order room service.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to go back out. Until I get confirmation that the scene is cleared.”

“What happened?”

Thierry leaned back against the headboard and I lay against his chest. “I’m still not entirely sure. It was an ambush…when we got there Talia’s men were waiting.”

“What about the men you were meeting?”

“I have no idea. The other Dons never showed.”

Thierry’s voice said he was calm, but I knew he was worried. His heart danced under my fingertips. There was part of me that wanted to soothe him but I was having my own battle at the moment.

Sitting up, I reached for the menu. “Let's order everything on the menu…I saw some fried chicken on this thing somewhere.”