Page 99 of Secrets, Lies and Love

In a fraction of a second, I face her, and in the next instant, I am completely inside her.

I don’t know who lowered my zipper, who got rid of her panties.

What does it matter, if in the end, I’m inside my paradise? If I have the woman I’ve most desired in my arms, telling me she’s pregnant with my baby?

“I don’t want to give you custody of our child because I want us to be together. I’m yours. You are mine. Joseph is ours, just like this soon-to-be-born baby. None of us are going anywhere.”

She is crying, and as I fuck her, I lick her tears. I squeeze her thighs around my body, and even though I know we need to talk, right now I want connection.

Her nails scratch my neck, digging in, showing me how much we are both hanging on by a thread between desire and despair.

“Every time I’m with you, I feel at home. It’s like your body is my home, Cecily.”

“I love you. I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You won’t. You’re mine now. You two are mine.”

“Your responsibilities?”

“My woman and my child. Mine.”

I move in and out of her without rest, swallowing, hungrily and greedily, each of her moans. I know she is very close to coming and that I won’t last either.

Seconds later, she contracts around me in rhythmic spasms. I withdraw almost completely and re-enter.

“I’m going to come inside you. Fill you completely.”

It’s a promise, a threat, a challenge.

It’s a mark and an oath, so that she never forgets that she belongs to me.

“Do it. Come in me.”

I rock my hips against her small body, thrusting hard, and she moans loudly. I thrust once, twice, three times, and then I spill my seed inside my woman.

Cecily clings to me, exhausted, I think physically and emotionally, and despite the connection I feel between us at the moment, I also sense that I’m missing something.

As a confirmation, she says, “Swear you’ll never hate me.”

“Why not ask me to love you instead?”

“Because love can’t be requested. Hatred, on the other hand, can be negotiated because it is a choice. Don’t hate me, Dionysus. It would break my heart.”

Cecily

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Almost a month later

“Why isn’t everyone screaming?Am I the only one who didn’t know they were together?” Madison—who became a mother just a week ago—asks in that direct way of hers, and everyone smiles.

We’re having lunch at the older Kostanidou’s house, everyone gathered around the table, except for Madison’s sister, Brooklyn, who’s dating the doctor who brought her back from the coma.

Just like with Elina and Zoe, I adore Zeus’s wife. She’s the kind of person who doesn’t make you guess what she’s thinking. It’s written on her face whether she likes you or not.

Even though I know that I have the support of the three wives of my future husband’s relatives, I don’t know what the reaction of the male family members will be.

“If it’s any consolation, we knew they were dating, not that Cici is expecting a baby,” Elina says.

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