“Emma, please, ” Karl pleads, but I will not be deterred.
“No.”
“Angel,” he mutters. This time more in warning.
I know I’m pushing him. I know from seeing him over the last couple of months he’s struggling, and I shouldn’t goad him, but I still don’t take heed.
“You need to get the fuck out of here and go return to the bitch you all chose to marry. Me and my babies will be just fine without you??”
Karl crosses the room, startling me with his swiftness before I finish my sentence. His fingers sink into my hair, tugging gently until I peer into his eyes. “
Our babies.”
My breath hitches at the feel of cool metal on my heated skin. Chills shoot down my spine straight between my legs as he slowly rests the blade against my thrumming pulse.
I want to be angry at myself for being turned on, but the sensation triggers memories of when Karl’s knife touched my skin. I have to fight back the moan, trapping it in my throat.
“I can feel you, Angel-see the lust and excitement in your eyes. Lola and I have missed you.”
Lola.
I weep at the mention of the knife that will only ever be mine, then blink away all its sentiments. He’s probably given Samantha a blade of her own or, worse, used Lola on her.
“Bet you say the same thing to her,” I snap.
“The only thing I’d ever want to feel is her blood pumping from her body after I’ve gutted her for what-” His lips thin, and I watch as Karl seems to fight with himself in real-time.
I scrunch my nose in confusion.
Why the hell would he want to gut his fianc?e?
He flexes his jaw, showcasing the sharp set of his cheekbones before he speaks again. “It will all make sense soon. I promise, Angel. But I didn’t come in here to discuss
Samantha!” He says her name like a curse, further perplexing me. “I came to see you,” he growls before the sharp tip glides down into the crook of my neck, nicking my skin and drawing blood.
My hiss morphs into a moan when Karl’s mouth replaces his knife. The thudding in my chest multiplies as he sucks the flesh between his teeth, making my nipples pucker and my knees go weak.
Karl releases his grip on my hair and wraps his hand around my waist, preventing my fall.
I should be pushing him away. He’s no longer mine. But some part of me knows they’ll always be mine.
Except they’re not. They didn’t choose you!
“No, this isn’t right,” I mumble, sobered by my intrusive thoughts.
My protests are met with a nip of teeth and a hand slipping between us into my leggings. Karl expertly works his fingers into my panties and begins rubbing slow circles against my clit.
I groan, making one last attempt to find the willpower to push him away, but when two fingers sink into my pussy, I grip his muscular forearm and tug him closer.
Unlatching from my neck, Karl’s mouth crashes down on mine, and I moan at the taste of him. The sound urges him on. One hand fists my hair while the other spears in and out of me.
“M-more,” I gasp, riding his finger already on the precipice of release.
No further words are exchanged. Karl walks me backward toward the couch in the lounge area, only pausing long enough to pull my leggings and boyshorts off.
I squeal when he hoists me in the air, forcing me to wrap my thighs around his waist. Then he kneels, lowering me until my ass rests on the top of the couch.
Karl lifts my legs over his shoulders, positioning his mouth at my entrance. I claw at the material of the sofa when his heated breath puffs against the spread lips of my pussy.
“So fucking wet and perfect,” Karl groans before his tongue swipes the length of me. My head lolls back when his lips latch around my clit.
“Shit. . .” I try to find words. It’s been so long.
Rolling my hips, I grind against his stubbled jaw, matching his pace. He volleys between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of me until my juices run down my thighs, and I’m begging him never to stop.
He grumbles something, but it’s incoherent, and I don’t care to figure it out, too lost in the way he devours me like he’ll never get enough.
My back braces against the wall as Karl’s hand moves between my legs, sliding his middle and index fingers inside me. I clench around the two digits as he hums his approval. I hear something about wishing I was squeezing his cock as my hips buck from the vibration.
Karl pushes his ring finger into my puckered hole, then pistons in and out of both holes at a relentless pace. Each thrust tugs me closer to the edge.
His tongue swirls around my clit, sucking until my back bows. Then he nips the bundle of nerves, and a scream rips from my mouth. The oxygen drains from my brain, spots dance in my vision, and my body jerks as I catapult over the cliff into one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
I’m not sure when his fingers slip from inside me or when he places me on the couch. My body still twitches with aftershocks when his lips press against my rounded belly. “I can’t wait to meet you both. I’m the crazy dad,” he murmurs. His warm breath tickles my skin, and I’m frozen for the second time since he appeared in the bathroom.
Tears run down my face at the love in his tone. I choke back a sob, but he knows. I prepare to sit up and shove him away for daring to make me feel this way, knowing they broke my heart.
A loud bang sounds at the door. “Time’s up, fucker. Get out, or I’m coming in.” I recognize Fernando’s voice.
Karl curses, then helps me up. Once I’m standing, he grabs my leggings from their spot, and I blush, aware of my disheveled state.
He’s assisting me when there’s another knock. “Let’s go,” Fernando shouts.
“I’m going to chop his hands off if he pounds on that door again,” Karl mumbles.
My nails dig into my palms as I try not to worry about what just happened and what it all means.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.