Page 105 of Dr. Bad Boy

I pull out and turn her around.

I’m so fucking angry and confused and hurt and—in love. The revelation hits me so hard I can barely breathe.

Tipping her chin up, I study her face, desperate for a clue that she feels something…anything for me.

She just glares back.

And maybe that's what I deserve. God, maybe I'm so broken inside that's what I want now, because this isn't feeding Max the sadist. This rough, raw rub against my soul is something else entirely, and I should step back.

Max the Sadist would walk away.

And as she holds my gaze, her chin pointy and hard and righteous, I realise…that's what she thinks I've done.

With a wounded growl, I hoist her up against the door and fit my bare cock against her entrance.

I love you, my mind whispers as I press inside her. She doesn't think it's possible.

She might not even want it.

Fuck, that fills me with rage and I jerk my hips, filling her that final inch. She gasps and her breath hitches.

Good. Come undone for me, kitten. That'll make two of us.

She's carrying my baby.

I bury my face in her neck and lose myself in her body until we’re both spent. She’s mine.They’remine—and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.

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Max

My breath is raggedas I press my hand against the inside of my front door, Violet still sandwiched between my body and the unforgiving oak. She silently rights her clothes.

“Now it's time to talk.” Taking her hand in mine, I start towards the living room. With the angry fuck out of the way, I’m ready to be calm and rational. I think. I hope.

“Is there really anything to talk about?” She tugs her hand from mine and my world drops out from under me. When she'd submitted to me at the door, I'd thought…hoped that I'd have a chance to calmly steer the discussion around her pregnancy.

"You dropped quite the bombshell on me," I say, my words biting despite my intent to remain calm.

"You had a right to know my situation."

"Oursituation."

"I don't expect anything from you."

“Why the hell not?” Okay, so much for calm.

“You don’t want kids, I understand that. I can work with that.”

My first instinct is to protest, because God fucking damn, I want this child. I wantherchild. But something tells me that won't work with her. Something hard and cold inside reminds she's not wrong. I have said, repeatedly and in different ways that I've never thought of myself as a father.

As painful as it is to linger in those thoughts, at this moment when all I want to do is take her in my arms and make promises I'm not fucking sure I can keep, I owe her fucking honesty.

It's the only thing that matters to her. I take a long, deep breath and try again. “No matter what I’ve said about wanting kids, I know one thing beyond a doubt—I would never, ever abandon a child I helped create. And in not abandoning that child, I would also never abandon that child’s mother.”

She gives me a beseeching look. “You may say that—you might even think you believe it, but you don’t change your position on life altering decisions like children in the blink of an eye. You just don’t.”

“A positive pregnancy test is a blink of an eye. Are you telling me your position on children didn’t change in that blink?”

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