Page 83 of Plunge into Obsession

Shame tightened my cheeks.

I had never felt so fucking stupid.

“I can’t be.”

“But you are. And now, you’re going to marry me. No child of mine is going to be born a bastard.”

“And that’s the reason why you want to marry me?”

It shouldn't hurt.

I should feel relieved that he wanted to marry me because I was pregnant and not because he had some deep-seated obsession with me. I shouldn’t want to be the sole obsession of a monster, but…

Fucking hell, it hurt.

A strange look crossed his face, but it was gone before I could really think about what it might mean.

He cupped my cheek. “Would it really be so bad to be my wife?”

I shook my head. “Y-you’re not a good man.”

He nodded, not even bothering to deny it. I didn’t know which I should be more scared of, the façade he wore so well at the club or his decision to give up all pretense.

“No, I’m not,” he said. “But I won’t let the darkness of my world touch you.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means,” he said, his thumb moving back and forth over my bottom lip, causing a slight tremor to wrack my body. “I will cover you in a cloak of protection. You would want for nothing. I would spoil you,mi cariño. I would lay the world at your feet, whether or not I have to burn it first. I will fiercely guard your innocence.”

“By forcing my hand.”

“You can think of it like that. Or you can be my good girl.”

He was talking to me like I was a fucking child.

I hardened my eyes when I said, “I can take care of this baby without you.”

He nodded. “And I believe it. You’re a strong and capable woman. But the day you take care of my child without me is the day I fucking take my last breath,mi pequeña novia.”

I didn’t bother asking him what that meant.

“You can’t make me,” I said.

I would much rather bite my fucking tongue than say “I do” at the altar.

And for the first time since he walked into the room, he didn’t look so unemotional.

He looked amused.

I gritted my teeth, trying to hide my anger.

“Can’t I?” he challenged.

I frowned. “You said you weren’t going to hurt me. Or are you so quick to go back on your word?”

I wished we could have this conversation when he wasn’t lying on top of me like this.

I wiggled a little but stilled when I brushed up against something hard.

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