I take one of my dirty hands and smear it over her face before I make her kiss me again. This time, she opens her mouth and lets me inside.
My cock is swollen. So sensitive I can no longer control my thrusts. I smash into her. Fucking her hard and fast. Pulling on her hair. Biting her throat. Sucking her skin until I taste more of her blood.
She reaches up. And tries to pull my hood down. I growl and capture her wrists, pinning them above her head.
“I want to see you,” she pleads.
“What you want doesn’t matter,” I tell her.
I bite her nipple, and she cries out. In the next breath, I soothe it with my tongue.
I’m getting close. My body is alive. On edge. But it’s her next words that trigger the explosion.
“I’m not on birth control,” she cries out. “Javi, I’m not on birth control.”
I bury my cock deep inside of her, and I come. I fill her up with all of my pent-up frustrations and the sadistic part of me wonders if it will happen the first time.
“I’m not on birth control,” she repeats, and this time her voice is frantic. Terrified.
I stroke her hair. Her cheek. My dick softening inside of her.
“I know, pet.”
She shivers.
“You want me… you want me to get pregnant?”
She is horrified. And I am getting hard all over again just thinking about it.
I think of her father. How much he would hate it. And I smile.
“It would be my greatest accomplishment, Bella.”
Chapter Sixteen
She is readingwhen I bring her lunch. Feet curled up, bare against the velvet chair she likes. Her eyes rise to meet mine, and they are soft. Timid. Embarrassed.
This is not the girl on TV. The one who they say is arrogant and stuck up and uses her good looks to get what she wants.
This girl has never been any of those things. But she lets them think it. She lets them think she’s that way. And I understand it all too well. I would tell her so, but she would not believe me.
I set down the tray with her sandwich and move to leave. But she catches me around the arm.
"Javi?"
I glance down at her fingers, burning me even through the material of my hoodie. I want to know what her fingers would feel like on my scars. On my body. A place that I have not allowed anyone else to touch.
When I look at her beautiful face, I know that I will never allow it to happen. She is tricking me with her looks and her soft words. When only hours ago, I took her virtue and fucked her in the dirt like the toy that she is. She should not be so agreeable with me now, and this is how I know she is a skilled liar.
"I'm sorry," she whispers.
Her voice is sad. And I don't believe it.
"I shouldn't have gone into that room. I'm sorry."
I move to leave. She doesn't let me.
"And now it's your turn to apologize."