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And then I remember.

It’s a shock to my system remembering how she tried to run from me. How she wanted to get away. Just hours ago she was going to fight me to try to leave. I can’t blame her, but fuck me if it doesn't hurt. I look at her face, eyes closed in rapture as she bites down on her bottom lip. Right now she’s being my sweetheart. But I can’t untie her. What if she up and runs? Fuck! I can’t let that shit happen. I can’t be sloppy.

Tomorrow she’s going to learn she belongs to me now. Neither of us has a choice. I flop down on the bed beside her and pull her ass against my dick. I take a deep breath in the crook of her neck, loving the way she smells. My eyes feel heavy and my body sags deeper into the warmth of the bed. I haphazardly grab the comforter and pull it over our bodies.

Tomorrow. I hug her body close to mine and splay my hand over her belly.

I’m going to make her mine tomorrow.





Chapter 23: Elle





I wake up to the bright light coming in from the window. It hurts my eyes, but I can’t block it. My arms won’t move over my face. Vince’s heavy and so hot, laying against my body. His chest is molded to my back and his arms are wrapped tight around me. His weight puts more pressure on my arms. Fuck it hurts. His scent fills my lungs, a woodsy pine and masculine smell, mixed with the faint odor of whiskey. I moan softly, loving how he smells. And then I get angry from my reaction.

I hate that I want him. He stirs behind me, and I hold my breath. I feel his grin on my neck. “Elle, sweetheart, you keep fucking me up, you know that?” His words are slurred and full of sleep.

“Vince?” I ask in a voice loud enough for him to hear, but not so loud that it would wake him.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you. Then they won’t hurt you, sweetheart.” He whispers his words against the side of my neck. A baby. “No one’s gonna lay a finger on my girl.” He pulls my back up against his chest again and rocks his dick against my ass.

“Vince?” I ask again, a little louder. I get no response.

Holy fuck. He wants to knock me up? That’s his plan? I can’t help the fact that the very thought of being pregnant with his child makes me want him inside me.

I feel alive in his arms. I want to get lost in his touch.

But a baby? It’s life-changing.

Once I’m pregnant though, I’m sure he won’t hurt me. Hope lights inside of me. I can have his baby. If that’s the cost, I’ll pay the price. I’ll be a good mother. I’ve always wanted a child, but never thought it would happen. Maybe this is a blessing. Everything happens for a reason.

I calm my racing heart. Maybe I don’t even need to really get pregnant. I can just go along with the plan.

His phone goes off from somewhere in the room and interrupts my thoughts. My body stiffens as Vince turns away from me and groans.

He rolls to the edge of the bed and presses his palms to his eyes. His broad, muscular back ripples with his movements as he stretches and reaches down to pick up his jeans to retrieve his phone.

“Hey Pops,” he answers only a little drowsily and then yawns, holding the phone away from his ear.

“What’s going on, Vince? I’m worried over here.” Ever so faintly, I can hear his father’s voice.

“Everything’s good,” Vince speaks into the phone, and then looks back over his shoulder at me. He moves quickly to my side and starts untying the knot on my wrists with one hand. Thank fuck! My shoulders are killing me.

“You still got her?” his father asks.

“Yeah.” Vince props the phone between his ear and shoulder so he can use both hands while he's untying me. “It’s all good.” Hearing him say that makes my heart swell with hope. But I know why he’s saying that. I know what he’s planning, and that makes my heart harden.

“Good. I’m coming over.” Vince stills for a moment and then pulls the tie away. My shoulders sag as I'm released, and I wince with pain as I move my arms down to my side.

Vince is quiet, but then he answers his father, “Alright Pops. You bringing breakfast?” He answers lightheartedly, but the look on his face doesn’t match his tone.





Chapter 24: Elle





“That feel any better?” Vince asks, as he sets the heating pad on my shoulders. Once he was off the phone with his father, he spent a good 20 minutes rubbing feeling back into my arms and quietly apologizing. The heat and his touch feel so good. My shoulders and arms are still sore, but I give him a small smile and nod. I lean back in his dining room chair and bring my cup of coffee to my lips. He hasn’t said much this morning, and neither have I. Things have changed. Drastically.