Owned by the Bad Boy(19)

Frank must have noticed my disappearance by now. They’ll find me. When they do, I need to be ready to leave.

“Do it.”

Cooperate. Let him think you’re a good little bitch.

“All right.”

He releases his hand from my hair and steps back, unbuckling his belt. The sound brings a flood of memories. So many times he threw it aside for me, that wild look on his face. I watch him strip the last of his clothes. Goddamn, he’s built like an athlete. His cock hangs from his waist, already swelling with blood.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Anxiety ramps up in my stomach as I turn away from him. I’ve been self-conscious of my body ever since the pregnancy. The stretch marks—the wrinkled skin on my belly. I lift the t-shirt from my body and Luc’s eyes follow my hands greedily. The bra slips from my shoulders. Then I turn away, bending over to slide my jeans and panties off my legs.

“What are you doing?”

My hand curls around my stomach, face burning as he approaches. He grabs my hand and pulls it away from my stomach.

“Don’t!”

“Why are you hiding yourself from me? You never used to do that.”

Because I looked good back then.

“I don’t look the same as I used to.”

For a moment I think I imagine Luc’s face softening, and then his body presses against mine, hot and eager. Jesus Christ. When he gets close to me, I lose my breath. It disappears like smoke. His cock digs into my hip, and he takes my hand, guiding it to his shaft. I marvel at how hard he is.

He’s bad for you.

“Do you think I give a shit about a few wrinkles?”

I squeeze him, loving how his eyes flutter at the sudden wave of pleasure. Then he pushes me aside and opens the glass door to the shower, turning it on. It takes seconds for the shower to fill with steam. My heart slams against my chest as he lowers his head, sealing his lips against mine. I open my mouth as his tongue slips inside, exploring me. His hands fondle my tits, pinching my erect nipples, and then he takes my hips and guides me backward. The steam hits my back before the water does. Luc’s black hair flattens on his head and neck. The water beats on his back as he pushes me against the wall.

“I’m going to need your pussy available to me every day. All day.” He nuzzles my ear, biting my lobe as his fingers flick my clit.

He’s out of his mind.

Who cares?

I can’t deny that I felt a small leap of excitement the moment I knew they were his arms wrapped around me. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t scourge him from my brain. No way was I going to date anyone else when at night I still thought of him with my hand between my legs.

And he’s the father of my baby.

I can’t decide whether I hate him or want him, but I don’t give a shit when he rolls that pearl of liquid all over my clit. Luc’s arms barely tremble as he hoists me up. My legs wrap around his waist and he aims his cock. That beautiful pressure sparks every nerve, setting off fuses everywhere.

“Luc, I’m not on birth control!”

My moan bounces off the shower tiles as Luc buries himself inside me with one sharp thrust. Holy fuck, he’s big. The surprise almost knocks me off my feet.

“Are you crazy?”

“I need this,” he says, his hips crushed against me.

He lowers his head, capturing my tits in his mouth. He sucks me in and bites as my back hits the shower wall with every jerk of his hips. God, it feels like the first time we were together. He brought me to dinner and afterward he took me to his place and fucked the breath out of me. My hips were so fucking sore the next day. I couldn’t walk without wincing. He sent me home with a cab before giving me a kiss on my cheek, and I remember marveling at how gentle he was at dinner and how rough he was between the sheets.

Now he’s jagged all over.

Water washes away my juices, making it harder for him to force back inside. He does it with a small grunt of effort, but I feel him rubbing my walls, adding pain to the pleasure. A primal growl shakes from his throat as he bites my flesh, filling me to the hilt. I try to catch my breath, but he pulls out and hammers me again. His back is burning hot from the steam, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He runs his hands down my legs and ass. Luc’s mouth seals against mine, the hard pressure like another form of dominance. This is what I missed all year—uncontrolled passion. He always fucking ached for me. Fierce lust narrows his eyes as he wraps his arms around me and slams my back against the glass. He’s crazy enough to fuck me without a condom. I do that to him.

He lets me down gently and pulls out, my pussy aching for him the second he slips out. Dazed by the hot water, he turns me around and pushes my back with a broad hand.