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My eyes rounded as my lips parted in shock. The other healers inside the room had flattened against the wall, fearing he’d aim his anger at them next. Rhys reached for my hand, threading his fingers through mine before pulling it up, kissing my knuckles.

Warmth flooded throughout my being as his eyes held mine. Cupping my cheek, he peered straight into my soul.

“I know you didn’t murder her. Each room is equipped with both video and audio feed. It’s how I was alerted to what you were attempting to do so quickly,” he admitted, before running his nose up and down my cheek. “You’re trembling, Love. Are you afraid of my anger or desiring something else from me?” he whispered for my ears alone.

“I’m undecided,” I admitted sheepishly, uncertain why the display of physical strength made me so hot and bothered. It was definitely a turn-on for me. I wasn’t opposed to getting a hand necklace from him or being bent over the hospital bed, either.

Rhys turned his head, eyeing the healers. “Get out,” he demanded, turning back to studying my face. “I feel your need rushing through me. The heat accumulating between your lovely thighs is for me. Isn’t it?” he asked in a rough whisper that grated over my tender flesh.

Rhys’ heated lips trailed over my jawline, then nipped at it as a needy moan escaped my lips. His hand slowly lowered to my throat. Using his thumb to press beneath my chin, he forced my head to tip back, allowing him room to ravish my lips.

“I want to spank your ass until my palm burns. I don’t like to feel helpless, Love. I broke the law of hospitality and protection I offered Talia in my fear of losing you. You may not have killed Gloria, but you placed her in danger by using her as your hostage,” he purred as his other hand slid to my abdomen.

“I don’t think I deserve a spanking,” I susurrated through the need thickening in my throat.

“We could have lost our child.

“We didn’t lose our child.”

“No, we didn’t. You deserve to be punished. But my hunger and avaricious need to be inside your deliciously wet cunt is stronger than my anger.” Long, skilled fingers leisurely drew the infinity symbol over my abdomen, repeatedly.

“I’m not opposed to being hate fucked . . . occasionally,” I croaked out past the lust flooding through my veins.

“How often would you like me to fuck you like I hate you, love?” His voice was smooth like silk as it drifted to my ears. Rhys’ hand lowered, then gripped my swollen apex. “Such a needy wet cunt. You want me to fill it until it aches?” His filthy mouth forced a needy moan from my lungs. “Answer me.”

“Please. Yes. I need you, Rhys.”

“Good girl,” he growled, but his hand released my growing need. “Too bad your punishment is to be left wanting tonight.Tomorrow is a different matter, unless you do something like this again. In which case, I’ll make you beg for me to fuck you.”

Closing my eyes, I groaned as the ache between my thighs pulsed with need. Rhys stood up, smirking as he returned to the chair he’d abandoned earlier. Lowering himself into it, he adjusted his cock in his slacks, then leaned back, stretching his arms over his head before aiming a look of raw, unguarded desire toward me.

“Feel free to manage it yourself. I assure you that it’s impossible to find a release without me. Don’t worry though. I cannot finish without you either, Love. If I were you, I’d think of anything else before Nyx arrives. She’s on her way now. Any newborn incubus could smell the current state of need oozing from that deliciously pretty, wet pussy.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Nyxappearedwithouthernormal, glowering escort. The smile plastered to her lips was contagious, even in my weakened state. I’d depleted my strength, yet a steady stream of it flowed to me throughout the night. I feared examining it too closely, knowing it would lead me to tug on the connection I now shared with Rhys.

“I can’t believe you would do that to me,” Nyx huffed dramatically. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she leaned down, speaking to Bullet. “She’s new here, but you’ve got me, baby girl.”

“Or boy,” I chimed in, smiling as she eyed my belly, then awarded me with a stern look. “Unless you know something I don’t?”

One side of her mouth quirked up at the corner. “No, but I’m certain it’s a girl.” There was no hesitation in her reply. It caused laughter to bubble in my chest. “Besides, Remi. Acyn said it’s a boy, and he guarantees Rhys will sire a son. He’s so sure that he bet me a years’ worth of head on it.” I slowly blinked at what she’d relayed while silently praying she hadn’t taken that bet.

Rhys had stated something similar. He’d warned me that my chance of ever having a daughter was very slim. According to him, his family and incubus demons didn’t breed female offspring. I’d pointed out Nyota, but he’d laughed and slowly shook his dark head. Nyota was a miracle, or something close to it, according to Rhys.

Only one out of one-hundred thousand incubuses are born female.

“So, you assume Bullet will be a rarity like Nyota?” Nyx’s thought process wasn’t akin to other people. She had a way of twisting even the most mundane things.

“She’s special. Plus, I know our baby will aid me in proving Acyn wrong. Either that, or I’ll be enslaved to him forever or at least until a time of his choosing. My precious Bullet wouldn’t allow her aunty to be enslaved.”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shook my head as laughter bubbled out. “Nyx, please tell me you didn’t agree to be his eternal sex slave based on the sex of the child.”

“Of course I did. I love his cock. It’s truly perfect in every way. Fits snug in all the right places.” Righting her stance, she shrugged her shoulders. It caused the airy gown she wore to reveal the slender curve of her thighs. “Being a kept woman isn’t something I’ve ever pondered before. Now being someone’s sex slave? A slave to his every decadent whim? Oh-la-la, Mommy is all aboard that train. Choo-choo!”

“If you want to be his sex slave, then why not just offer?” I wasn’t sure why she played hard to get with Acyn. It was obvious to everyone else that the duo was obsessed with one another.

Nyx’s face twisted into a mask of disgust. “It’s not my job to make shit easy for him. If he wants easy, I’m not the girl he’s looking for.”

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