Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Ah, Henri.” The ice of fear melted into flames of love. “Hen…listen to me.”
He froze, his eyes churning with shadows.
“Nothing will get taken away. And you do deserve this. Just tell me you want this and…everything will be okay. I promise.”
His gaze fell to my lips. “I want this.”
I shivered. “You do?”
“The more minutes that tick past knowing you’re pregnant with my child? Jesus Christ.” His jaw clenched. Heat rolled off him. “A child I put in your belly.”
In an instant, he had me flat on my back. His hands flipped up my summer floaty skirt and tugged at my underwear. “I need you. Fuck, I need you.”
I laughed. “But Peter is due any moment—”
“Don’t care.” Fumbling with his belt, he shoved his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself. “It’s nothing he’s not seen before anyway.”
Scooting me beneath him, he kissed me hard just as his cock found me.
I was ready for him.
I was always ready for him.
We might be partners in life and twin flames of the soul, but he was still the ruler of my body. After six months of playing our games and shattering apart with mutual ecstasy, the moment I heard his voice, my body melted for him.
It’d come in rather convenient.
Mounting me, he grunted with pleasure.
My legs flopped wide as I surrendered to the bliss only he could give me.
Hard or fast, cruel or careful, Henri knew exactly how to push me out of mere want and straight into delirium.
Clawing his scar-laced back, I gasped as he thrust.
“You know you’ve already put a baby inside me, right? You don’t need—”
“Fuck, say that again.” His teeth landed on my neck, igniting my blood with fire.
“You’ve impregnated me, you fool.” I giggled then groaned as he bit me. “You can’t do it twice.”
“Watch me.”
I laughed and clung to him.
“You know this means we have to get married, right?” He rocked and thrust, driving me into the carpet. “No more waiting for families and friends. No pretty invitations. No big event. We do it tonight. Right now.”
I moaned as his pace increased.
The gravel outside crunched with car tyres.
“Perfect. Paavak is here.” Henri grinned. “He can do it. We’ll get him ordained online and make him marry us.”
The front door opened and closed. “Oi. Anyone home?”
“Don’t come up here,” Henri roared. “We’re busy.”
A chuckle sounded from down below. “She told you then.”
“What?” Henri stilled inside me. “He knew?”
I smirked, not afraid he’d get jealous. Him and Peter were close. Maybe even closer than him and Q. “He guessed.”
“And he didn’t tell me? Why that treacherous motherfucker.”
“I can hear the floorboards creaking!” Peter yelled up the stairs, unable to hide his laughter. “Get off her, you animal.”
“He can hear us, huh?” Henri smirked. “Well then…let’s give him something to listen to.”
“Henri…behave.”
His teeth flashed. “Ily…scream.”
I cried out as he bit me.
I moaned as he fucked me hard.
And I screamed like he commanded as he shoved me headfirst into an orgasm that made me see a million twinkling stars.
Epilogue Two
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Henri
One year later…
THE CURSE OF BLOOD & DARKNESS
by
Henri Mercer
I HAVE A DAUGHTER.
Me…the one man who shouldn’t be let near a tiny breakable baby somehow has a daughter.
I’ll admit, I’ve been fucking petrified.
Watching Ily grow round kept me up at night, stalking the windows, looking for monsters to appear. Q had to add extra security just to put my mind at rest.
I curse myself daily for ever putting my nephew at risk, especially now I know just how much a child can destroy their father.
I’ve apologised to Q so much, he’s forbidden me from ever mentioning it again. He even made Lino recount what happened when Victor’s men came for him, his blue eyes so much like his mother’s, flashing with the same inner darkness that coils in me and his father.
Will my kid have it too?
I told Rachel I didn’t believe Victor’s DNA donation would have any sway over her son’s personality but perhaps I’m wrong. Maybe my DNA overpowered the goodness of Ily’s and she’s given birth to a tiny beast like me.
Those fears have echoed long past my daughter’s birth.
Watching Ily labour almost sent me into cardiac arrest. If it hadn’t been for Q and Peter getting me drunk, I probably would’ve been admitted into a hospital bed beside hers.
And the moment they placed little Priti into my arms, I was her slave for life.
There isn’t any man I won’t kill. No monster I won’t slay.
She’s my little fireheart and I’m meant to be writing my vows so her mother will always know just how much I—
“Fuck’s sake, what are you doing?” Q grumbled, marching into a bedroom he’d given me in his château to get ready for the wedding. I’d waited a goddamn year for this day and now that it’d arrived, I could barely stand without my knees buckling.