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Dalton paused. It was only slight as he thrust within her tight cunt, but he couldn’t help but think about Emily pregnant, full, and ripe with his child. The moment he knocked her up, he’d never lose her.
You’ve already got her.
He couldn’t help but doubt that he truly had her. The only way he was going to have her completely was her bound to him with a baby—lots of babies—a ring, and a life of happiness.
Dalton didn’t want to lose Emily. He had known what life was like without her and now he knew what life was like with her. This was just the start, as an astute businessman, even he knew sometimes in life you had to play dirty to get the outcome you wanted.
Sliding all the way to the hilt, Dalton knew there was still a chance that Emily would come to her senses. After all, he’d been a bully to her.
Removing his fingers from her ass, he gripped her hips and rocked inside her, feeling her tight warmth surround him.
“Such a dirty girl,” he said. “Tell me you want my cock.”
Once she started begging, he was a goner.
Chapter Eight
Emily never thought her life would take this course. She didn’t expect to find love, especially not with her high school bully. People really could change and Dalton was a testament to that fact.
They’d been playing house for nearly a month now. She’d only gone back to her apartment to grab clothes and to water her one spider plant. In all honesty, being with Dalton was the only place she wanted to be. She just wished she could get rid of the nagging feeling that it was all too good to be true.
She patted Zero on the head before leaving for the shelter. Dalton’s rescued dog had already undergone a huge transformation. The training and attention were exactly what the dog needed. It was heartwarming watching the two of them together. Every time Dalton came home, Zero’s eyes would light up.
When she got to her car, she noticed an envelope under her windshield wiper. Emily paused, looking around the quiet end of the street before opening the letter.
“What the hell?”
It reminded her of an old horror movie. The entire letter was written with letters cut out of a magazine. She was being blackmailed. Again.
Her heart began to race.
The letter threatened to expose Dalton’s illegal businesses unless she gave up fifty thousand dollars. She didn’t have a penny to her name. Just because Dalton insisted on spoiling her and making her drive one of his high-end SUVs, didn’t mean any of it was hers. They weren’t even married yet, and hadn’t talked about it the past month.
Everything between them had been going so smoothly. It was perfect, maybe too perfect, and she didn’t want to ruin it all by bringing up this nightmare. Dalton shouldn’t have to pay that kind of money to a blackmailer. Who would want to do this to them?
Emily wondered if her life would always be in danger. Being in a relationship with a criminal, they could use her against him. Maybe some men were better off single—but she still wanted to marry him with every fiber of her being. She was crazy and stupid but undeniably in love.
She was still standing by the side of the car with the letter in her hand when someone grabbed her from behind. Emily screamed out loud, turning and falling back against the car door.
“Whoa, it’s just me, baby.” Dalton held out her pink travel mug. “You forgot your coffee in the kitchen.”
She exhaled, feeling dizzy as the adrenaline rush drained away.
“Sorry, you startled me.” She shoved the letter into her purse and took the coffee.
He kissed her temple. “You need to take it easy. I’ll help you relax tonight.” That sexy grin of his always unraveled her, but sex was the last thing on her mind right now.
As she drove away, her mind wandered. Maybe the person who left the letter wouldn’t try anything else. Maybe they’d regret everything and move on. Or would they just follow through on their threat if she didn’t comply?
How would she even give them the money? There was no name, number, or contact. This was ridiculous. It was probably teenagers just fooling around. It had to be a joke. She reached over, stuck the letter in the glove box, and decided to forget about it, or at least try.
When she got to the shelter, Casey was already in the office.
“Hey, Emily. Your mom called again.”
“Again?”
“She called four times already. Said it was urgent.”
