I was over mysterious dripping manors in the country, so Gabriel and I now lived in a sleek, multi-million dollar condo in the city, in perfect walking distance of the rink and training facilities, and all the libraries, coffee shop, and art studios I could ever want.
That night, after Isabella was asleep, Gabriel came up behind me as I grabbed a fruit smoothie from the fridge.
“It’s time.”
“Time for what?” I stalled.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I felt every inch of his hard muscles as he surrounded my body, caging me against the counter.
“For another baby.”
“Wait—I don’t know if I’m ready yet,” I said, even though I felt a warm glow of excitement.
It turned out Ilovedbeing a mother, and of course with Gabriel’s money I could devote all the time I wanted to research and occasional lectures without needing a full-time job.
“Isabella’s just weaned last week. It’s time.”
“She’s not quite weaned yet,” I lied. “I still have milk left.”
My husband spun me around as I moved to go, pressing me up against the counter.
“I’ll fix that.”
“Gabriel, no!”
But he had already taken one strap of my silky nightie and was dragging it down my arm.
Those psychopath’s eyes were fixed on me, unblinking, steady, pupils blown with arousal as the callouses on the tips of his fingers scraped my skin, causing tiny rough rubs of sensation.
My nipples were already prickling, my breasts feeling heavy and swollen,
“Gabriel, stop!”
“Stop? When you know I claim free use of your whole body?”
He propped my hips up, pulling down my panties, then brought them to his face.
“These are wet as shit, Lark.”
I bit my lip.
It wasn’t fair, really, how every aspect of his biology had evolved to be so arousing, almost like a counter to the sensation that he couldn’t quite be human.
There was something in his face that wasn’t right, and it was drowned by the dark lashes, perfect jawline, and midnight black curls.
He gripped my hips with hard hands, always bruising, always dominating, and speared inside me.
I gasped, wiggling my hips to try to draw him in easier, spreading my thighs wide to adjust to his size.
He bent to my breasts, drawing one nipple into his mouth, then giving it a little bite as my milk let down into his mouth.
“I will suck you dry right now,” he growled, sucking with hard, even motions, his teeth digging into my swollen breasts with exquisite agony. “And then I’ll put another baby in you. There was nothing prettier than the way you looked with that round belly. I want to see it again. And again. Until we have a minivan full. I love you.”
It was always a shock, like a pure ice-cold shock, to hear him say that in his cold dead psychopath’s tone, and even more of a shock to knowhe meant it. That he did love me. And he’d do anything for me.
“I love you,” I gasped, as he dragged me to my peak, and I closed my arms around my brutal husband’s neck, my skin tingling with excitement at the thought of him impregnating me again.
