“Do you really think I would let you go with the scent of your pussy soaking for me? You love my cock. You love it even more when I remind you that I own you. Who do you belong to, Christina?”
Thank god, it’s been weeks since he’s been like this. He’s been rough, I’ve gotten a few spankings, and been fucked mercilessly against a few walls, but not this savage reminder. A reminder I needed, a reminder that I am owned, claimed, indelibly marked, I belong to Ivan. I’m not ashamed I glory in it even as he’s fucking me so savagely my lungs burn just trying to keep air in them.
“Say it, Christina.” His hand goes around my neck as he pulls me up against him.
“You, Ivan, I belong to you.” I gasp, desperate for the orgasm he’s keeping from me.
“There’s my good girl.” He groans as caresses my clit and I come with uncontrollable shudders. I feel it now—he had forgotten a condom. Again. I’ve lost count of how often it’s happened. Each time, he showed no concern and each time if I mentioned getting a morning-after pill he said no.
In his lap, his arms around me, I inhale the skin of his neck as I play with his tie. “You forgot, again.”
“Hmm.” He continues running his hand through my hair.
“Ivan, this is the most like best or worst time for...you know.” I shy away from the word.
Going still, he looks down at me, tugging my hair back for him to meet my eyes. “I don’t want to use them anymore.”
My lungs stop working. It takes a minute to find words. “Do you want me to...”
A small shake of his head. He runs a finger along my cheek. “Unless you want to. The choice is always yours.”
I remember what Lydia said. It really hadn’t been him forgetting. He was trying to get me pregnant. Sneaky, manipulative, ruthless, but I cannot dredge up a single sliver of angst. “Okay.”
Black eyes harden to onyx. “Okay, what, Christina?”
“Then we won’t use them. I won’t go on the pill.” The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s kissing me. Tender, sweet, gentle, everything he wasn’t only minutes ago, and if he weren’t stealing my breath away I would finally have the guts to tell him how much I love him.
22
Ivan
Three months, it’s been three fucking months and still Christina isn’t pregnant. The moment I told her I did not want to use condoms anymore, her whole body froze, those eyes of hers glittered with excitement yet all the witch said was “okay.” This was what she wanted, she wanted a baby, she wanted me forever. So for the last three months I have been doing all I can to get her what she wants. I wonder if there is something wrong.
“Ivan? What’s wrong?”
I pull her down into my lap. It’s a Saturday, I’m in my home office, only allowed a few hours in here to clear up some things I hadn’t got to yesterday.
“That’s what I’m wondering.”
“What?”
“It’s been three months. Should I get tested?”
She never answers the question—her phone rings. It’s her grandfather’s ringtone. “Hello?”
I easily hear it’s the nurse calling. He’s had a stroke. He’s in the emergency room, Christina needs to come quickly.
Without any prompting, I’m lifting her in my arms, and moving through the condo with her.
“Where?” I hear the answer through the phone.
/> Christina is still holding the phone even though the woman hung up. I set her down, keeping her against me. “It’s going to be okay, love.”
She shakes her head. “No, it’s not. I don’t know how I know. I just do.”
An hour later she is proven right. The long beep of the machine is loud in the large room. Christina is still holding his hand; she hasn’t let it go. She had been holding out hope he would wake up before...but he never did. I hate this, I need to hold her but I will not interfere with her grief. With what she needs.
Finally, she stands to face me. She isn’t sobbing, tears were simply falling down her face. I hold her tight. “I knew something was wrong. But I didn’t push. How could he have kept this from me? He kept this all to himself. All these months he knew he was dying but refused to tell me.”