The Tyrant (Banker 3)

“I’m not.”

She let out the breath she’d been holding, the hope entering her gaze like a beacon.

I bowed my head as I collected my thoughts, trying to think of a starting point. I lifted my gaze again to look her in the eye. “I told you my company has turned me into a man. It molded me, shaped me. It’s my identity. Without it, I didn’t know what or who I was. I would just be an ordinary man…but then I realized that’s the version of me you love anyway. That without that company, I’m still me. I’m still the powerful, rich man who made his own way in life. Even if I give everything to Bates, it’ll always be part of me. But it’s time to put it up in the past and think about the future. I would be a terrible father if I continued on my same path and assumed there wouldn’t be consequences. I don’t want to be like your father, Siena. I don’t want to make those mistakes…and I won’t.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, her hand moving over her stomach again. “Good…”

“So I’ll give you what you want.”

She wiped her tears away, tears of happiness.

“But I want something in return.”

“Anything,” she whispered. “I’ll give you anything you want, Cato.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring, the ring I’d wanted her to wear a few weeks ago. Sleek, elegant, and simple, it was perfect for her. I held it up to her, the band squeezed between my thumb and forefinger. “Put this on. Never take it off.” I grabbed her left hand and slipped the ring onto her finger, not waiting for an answer.

She smiled through her tears, her bottom lip quivering. “I promise.” She extended her hand to admire the ring before she moved into my chest and kissed me. Her fingers dug into my hair as she kissed me hard, like she’d been fantasizing about this moment forever. “I know you want to see Martina, but—”

I stripped off my jacket and loosened my tie. “I’ll see her in the morning.”

Her ankles were locked together behind my back as her fingers dug into my hair. She moaned every time I thrust deep inside her, having already reached her climax a minute after we started. “Cato…I love you.”

I was already so hard for her, but now I got a little harder. She was pregnant with our second child, so she became even more irresistible. Now, she was whispering her love for me, saying my name with the kind of sexiness other women couldn’t pull off. “I love you too, baby.” Two weeks had come and gone without this. Two weeks too long. I wanted this every night for the rest of my life, even if I had to give up everything to have it.

She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep inside her. “Come inside me.” She looked into my gaze as she waited, her lips open with her deep breathing. A sex-crazed look was in her eyes, like she wanted to get off on the feeling of my come. “Please…” She guided my strokes, making them smooth and long.

I moved deep inside then released, dumping all of my seed with a groan so loud it would probably wake up Martina. But I didn’t care in that moment. I wanted to fill my woman while she wore my diamond ring on her finger.

“Yes…” Siena squeezed her thighs around my waist as she enjoyed the feeling of my come inside her. “That felt so good.”

I kissed both of her tits before I slowly pulled out of her. I lay beside her, feeling all the stress leave my body now that I was reunited with her. I hadn’t jerked off once because I’d been too depressed. Now we were reunited—in the sexiest way possible.

And we had another baby on the way.

I placed my hand over her flat stomach. She’d just gotten back into shape, but now that belly would get big all over again. The bigger she got, the more it would turn me on. Then we would have two babies crying throughout the night.

I looked forward to it.

We were both hot and sweaty, but that didn’t stop me from holding her. I hiked her leg over my hip so I could bring us close together. My arm clung to her lower back, and I rested my face close to hers.

Now everything felt right.

I was a whole again.

And I didn’t have any regrets about the decision I had made.

“Cato?”

“Yes, baby?”

“When did you want to get married?”

“Honestly, I haven’t put any thought into it at all. Why?”

“Well, I don’t want to be humungous when I get married…”

“What does that mean?” Even when she was eight months pregnant, I hadn’t considered her to be humungous. I considered her to be my beautiful, very pregnant, lady.