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My whine must have snagged his attention from the pleasure he was experiencing, and he lifted his gaze, heat pooling in his dark eyes. “I know, angel, I know it hurts, but it’ll get easier. Take a deep breath and relax.”

He withdrew before pushing back in again, causing the pain between my legs to intensify. I tried to follow his instructions, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, but the pain didn’t ease.

“I can’t, Jacob. It hurts so much.”

“Shh,” Jacob whispered, placing small kisses on my cheeks, my nose, and my lips. “Give it a few minutes, and the pain will ease. It will only hurt this first time, I promise.”

He pulled out again, thrusting back in a little harder, his gaze searing me as he moved. My core clenched against the intrusion, white-hot agony blazing through my lower body. “Jacob, please. I don’t know if I can take much more.”

He thrust again, pausing once he was sheathed inside me. “You can do it, angel. Hold on a little longer for me; you’re making me so proud the way you’re taking my cock.” Another thrust, and a wince fell from my lips. “Please, angel. For me, do this for me. Show me how much you need me.”

How could I say no when he begged like that? I couldn’t; I wanted to make him proud, and I wanted him to know how much I needed him. I sniffed in a bid to stop my tears from falling down my cheek, wanting to ask him to stop, but the words not forming.

After several more thrusts inside me, I was helpless to stop the tears leaking from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks. Jacob watched them fall before his tongue came out to lap them up. “Let your tears fall, my love. Hurt me if you need to, but I can’t stop; you feel too fucking incredible to stop.”

His pace increased as he drove his cock in and out of me, his gaze holding mine and his hands cupping my face so his thumbs could swipe the tears away. With each thrust, the pain intensified, and I dug my nails deeper into his back, scratching them down his spine in an attempt to ease my pain.

When his thrusts turned rough, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. “Jacob, I…it really hurts.”

He grabbed my hand from where I’d placed it on his chest in an attempt to push him back, lifting it above my head, and lacing his fingers through mine. “I’m nearly there, angel, just hold on,” he panted, his features contorting into ecstasy. “I’m so close to filling this perfect cunt up with my come.”

My heart froze, momentarily making me forget about the fire in the lower half of my body. “Jacob, wait. I’m not on any birth control!”

His devious smile spread across his lips. “You think that’s going to stop me, angel? Fuck, I want you pregnant; you’ll be carrying a piece of me inside of you.”

What?

Panic wrapped around my throat. “No, Jacob. I don’t want that,” I shrieked, attempting to thrash underneath his weight, panic turning to terror. I couldn’t get pregnant; I was too young.

Jacob grabbed my other arm, holding it against my hip as he continued to pound into me. “Sweetheart, accept it. One day, you’ll be carrying my baby. Does it matter if it happens now?”

With a final thrust, he grunted. Hot liquid flooded my core, and horror-struck, I could only lie there as his cock jerked several times inside of me as he held himself above me for several seconds.

Breathless, Jacob pulled out of me and shifted back, staring at my pussy. Numbness held my body prisoner, and unable to move, I could only watch as he grabbed a handful of my dress, using the material to wipe between my legs. When he moved away, nausea churned in my stomach at the blood staining the white gown, along with thick come.

He collapsed on top of me, his nose nuzzling the crook of my neck, oblivious to the turmoil spreading through me. “Thank you, angel,” he whispered in between kisses on my neck. “Thank you for giving me that part of you.”

As if I wasn’t already spiraling, my mind chose that moment to remind me of his words seconds before he ripped me apart. ‘You’ll never be free of me.’

My body moved on its own, and I tugged myself free of his embrace, leaping off the bed onto shaky legs. Pain shot through my core, while the insides of my thighs were slick from his release and my blood.

“Angel, what are you doing?” Jacob asked, his brows pulled together in confusion as he sat up on his elbows.

“You didn’t listen,” I sobbed, angry tears forming in my eyes. “I told you I wasn’t on birth control, but you carried on, and now-”

“Charlotte, I-”

“No, Jacob,” I bellowed. “You asked me to trust you. You told me that we would always find a way to compromise, but you took that away. You took away my choice…” I trailed off, my bottom lip wobbling uncontrollably. Jacob scooted to the edge of the bed, appearing as if he was reaching for me. I jumped back from his grasp. “No, don’t touch me. Don’t ever touch me again.”

With that, I stormed away, shrugging out of my wedding dress, and not caring that I was naked as I dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it with a resounding click.

Chapter 23

“Angel, please come out.” Jacob lightly rapped his knuckles against the bathroom door.

I didn’t move from where I sat on the cold tiled floor, staring into the void with a towel wrapped around me. I’d spent close to an hour in the shower, washing the blood, come, and Jacob’s touch from my body.

“Charlotte, come out, and we can talk about this.”