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“Are you on birth control?”
My breath catches. Shit. I shake my head. “I— No, I haven’t needed to be.”
“How long has it been?” I give him a questioning look. “Since you had sex.”
“I don’t know, at least a year, I guess.” He gives me a coy grin. “Fine, it’s been… a year or two—three,” I finally admit. “It’s been over three years.” I jerk the sheets around me in exasperation, embarrassment flaming my cheeks.
“Hey.” He reaches over to me, his hand sliding behind my neck so he can pull me closer. “Baby.” The way he so casually calls me that instantly has me weak. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Trust me.” He drags his eyes down my body as he reaches down to pull the sheet from me. “You are a walking, talking fantasy that knows how to suck cock like an angel and fucks like a little demon.” My thighs clench at his brash words and he notices. That devilish grin lazily pulls at his lips. “Truly, I don’t know how you took it that hard, that many times tonight. Are you okay?” I stare at up at him. Gone is the cold, heartless CEO who’s usually in control. His eyes soften as he looks at me, and his lips part like he’s about to say so much more but then decides against it. “You need to sleep.”
I yawn, stretching my arms overhead. “I’m so exhausted.”
“You should be.” His hand settles against my breast as he gently caresses it before moving over to the other. “You let me fuck you more times in one night than I ever have previously.” He nuzzles against me. “And we still have the morning yet.”
“It’s your fault.” I curl against his side. “Should have just stuck with the toothbrush.”
“Good night, darling.” He laughs against my temple, kissing me softly.
“Good night. Can I ask you one more thing about the contract?” I ask into the darkness.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Did you ever think about what would happen if you did fall in love with the person who agreed to marry you?” Once again, I feel his entire body tense next to mine. I instantly regret the question, wanting to take it back when I hear him sigh.
“No,” he says finally and I let out my own sigh when I hear the soft tone of his voice. “Honestly, that wasn’t a concern for me at all. Love is a four-letter word I don’t enjoy using anymore.”
I don’t say anything else, letting the silence between us turn into sleep as I wonder about the woman who broke Atlas Knight’s heart and left him jaded. I wanted nothing more than to ask him for the hundredth time why things can’t work between us.
I crack an eyelid open, the room still dark. My head rolls to the right. Atlas is still wrapped around me. I maneuver my body slowly from his grasp so as not to wake him, tiptoeing over to the window to glance through the sliver of open drapes. It’s overcast out, an eerie silvery glow encasing everything. The parking lot is littered with tree branches and shingles. A chair from the pool area is in a mangled heap in one corner.
“Mmm, now that is a view I want to wake up to every day.” I turn to see Atlas sitting up in bed. The sheet drapes carelessly over his hips, barely covering his manhood. I look down, realizing that I’m completely naked. “Come back to bed; your husband commands it.” He pulls the sheet back, his cock rigid.
“You know.” I walk over to him, sliding my leg over his body, straddling him. I reach down between us, gently grabbing his cock as I lean forward. “For a man who said this marriage was nothing more than an inconvenience, you really like to throw that word around.” He tries to kiss me but I pull back.
“And for a woman who agreed to be my wife”—he grabs my throat and pulls me toward him—“you really struggle to behave like one.” His lips are on mine, his hands on my breast and my hair, rolling me to my back as his tongue massages my own.
“Hey.” I place my hands against his chest. “We need to talk about last night.”
“Last night?” He trails his lips down my neck, his cock at my entrance begging to come inside. “What about last night?” He presses into me, my back arching as my body struggles to accommodate him.
“W— We didn’t…” I’m struggling to keep my focus. “I’m not on birth control,” I finally say as he shows no signs of stopping. His hips continue to move lazily as he finds my lips again and kisses me, his tongue doing things in my mouth that makes my pussy throb against his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, “I love when you do that.” He buries his nose in my neck, grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above me.
“Atlas.” I say his name as he stares down at me, the tip of his cock hitting my G-spot over and over. “Just pull out,” I pant, my eyes struggling to stay open as I dig my fingernails into his sides.
“No.” He grabs my leg, pulling it up and over his hip so he can penetrate me deeper. “You’re going to be dripping my cum after we’re done fucking.” His hips swivel with each thrust, driving my sense of pleasure to new heights. “I want you so full it drips down your thighs when you get up. I want you remembering every fucking second of every fucking day that you’re my wife and if I want to fuck a load of cum into you, I will.”
I don’t know how to process the things he says to me. They’re fucked up and possessive but they turn me on. When we’ve both come down from our release, we lie in each other’s arms.
“I’m guessing I need to be on birth control if you’re not going to pull out.”
“Does it bother you?” He runs his hand up and down my arm, his chin resting on my head.
“That you don’t pull out? No. Is that your kink?” I say, half joking.
“With you, yes.”
I sit back slightly to look at him. “Why?”
