I almost forget that I married a ruthless, coldhearted man who just now is planning to kill someone while he hugs his baby. He thinks I’ve forgotten, but I can see the darkness lingering in his expression.
“How about we celebrate, and then you and I have our own private celebration?” Konstantin whispers in my ear.
“What are we needing to celebrate privately?”
“Having gotten rid of one of our kids out of our home.”
“Ha, well, that’s good because we’re adding another one to it soon.” My rough, dark, violent husband’s eyes widen as he stares in shock.
“Are you serious?” he asks, a smile spreading across his gorgeous face.
“Yes.”
“So we have a lot to celebrate tonight. I’ll just have to take it easy on you.”
I cover our son’s ears and then snarl at my husband. “The hell you will. I want to be your whore tonight.” He closes his eyes and then takes a deep breath.
“Keep talking like that, and we won’t make it until tonight. We’re going to have a private meeting in my office where I’m going to take care of that filthy mouth of yours.” He fists my hair and tugs my head back while still holding our son tightly against his strong body. “You’re my wife, lover, and everything to me.” He crushes his lips to mine, and I’m so ready to surrender to whatever he desires. I’ll always be his.
THE END