Paying Off Her Dad's Best Friend (Her Dad's Best Friend 2)

"I like carrying you."

His grip tightens for a second. Then the moment is gone.

"Go to sleep."

He slides me off of him. I watch as he leaves me alone in my room. I know I need to brush my teeth, but all I want to do is fall asleep.

"You want my baby inside of you, don't you?"

I'm panting, my wrists tied together with a piece of silk. My back is arching as he attacks my breasts with his mouth. I'm writhing underneath him.

"Please fuck me," I moan.

He slides upwards and bites my ear. "When I'm ready."

His hands are pulling my thighs apart, but he doesn't enter me. Instead, he rubs his cock against my clit, which makes stars burst behind my eyes. I'm not going to last long like this.

"Ah!" I start. And then I'm crying out even louder under his body.

"Beg me for my child."

"Please!" I don't know what's happening now. I can't see. But I can still feel. His seed is shooting inside of me, warming me up from the inside out.

"You're pregnant," he says.

The shock brings me out of the dream. What a strange one. I'm not ready for a kid. I'm still a teenager. And begging my captor for a baby seems out of the question.

The room is dark. I'm still fully clothed. I touch the softness of my stomach and try to imagine carrying a person inside of me. Pregnant women always seem sort of tired and hungry. They run to the bathroom constantly. But all of it is worth it for the end result.

I can't recognize myself right now. A week ago, if someone had asked me if I'd have Iacopo's kid, I would've laughed in his or her face.

But for some reason, the idea fills me with warmth. I don’t understand why I feel this way, but one thing is clear: I need to talk to Iacopo.

Chapter Ten

Startled

Kelly

I’m still clothed, so I sneak out into the hallway. The house is absolutely silent and dark. It’s kind of giving me the creeps. This house must be sort of old, because I can hear creaks.

I walk as quietly as I can towards Iacopo’s bedroom. I raise my fist to knock, but then I realize that the door is open. I push it open a little wider.

Inside, there’s a guy standing next to the bed, his silhouette showing up with the bright moon.

“Iacopo!” I say. “I want to talk.”

Everything that happens right then is a flurry of movement. I thought that there were just pillows on the bed, but instead there’s someone coming up from the bed to tackle the guy standing by the window.

I hear the fight rather than see it, because it’s on the ground on the other side of the bed. I fumble for the light switch, but I have no idea where it is. I’ve never been in Iacopo’s room before. A sickening sound louder than anything I’ve heard before fills the room. It sounds like a bone broke.

Then the activity stops.

“Kelly, could you come here, please?” Iacopo’s voice is even and calm, as if he didn’t just wrestle some random guy lurking in his bedroom.

“What do you need me to do?” The guy is on the ground and still. So still.

“Keep a foot on his back while I check to see if he’s alive.”