Page 76 of Stolen Sun

“What?! He knew I was on birth control. That doesn’t make any sense!” She’s starting to panic, so I stay silent.

Several minutes pass before she’s calm enough to speak.

“What else, Declan?” Her voice is a whisper.

“Your pills were placebos. There were folders of charts like yours for other women, Noel. Instead of going to a doctor, he was using other women to see if he was the reason you hadn’t gotten pregnant.”

Stealing a glance, I see her leaning over with her head in her hands. Pulling the truck to the side of the road, I pick her up like a child and put her in my lap.

She buries her face into my chest and lets out a heart-wrenching cry. I hold her as she mourns the life she thought she had and I plan the desecration of his fucking grave.

When she finally settles, she looks up at me. “Fuck him. Fuck them both. Who does this? One trades me off for money, and the other tries to get me pregnant for it? All of it was based on lies. Fuck them.”

“That’s my girl,” I say and wipe her tears.

“Take me to the cemetery, Dec,” she says and climbs back over to her seat.

Here we fucking go.

Before the truck completely stops, she jumps out. I have to slam it in park and jog to catch up to her. But I don’t say a fucking word to stop her.

We jog and walk up and down a few hills down the main path before she veers left down a row of graves. Our only light is the small flashlight I had in my truck.

She stops abruptly, and I silently walk up beside her. She stares at the headstone for a moment then marches up to it. Ripping the flowers from the vase, she screams.

“Loving husband? What a fucking joke, Nate!” She yells at the sky.

“What the fuck were you thinking? You didn’t have enough money already? You never even asked me if I wanted a baby! What if you caught something? I guess it wouldn’t matter because I would’ve been stuck with you regardless, huh? What if I died in fucking childbirth?” She yells and cries out a long procession of questions to his grave, to his headstone, to the sky.

I stand perfectly still, holding the flashlight. She’s fucking magnificent. Her anger is pure and raw, and I’m tempted to find a way into hell just to get the answers for her myself.

When she runs out of things to say, she plops down in the center of the light and stares at the headstone silently.

“By the way, this is Declan. He fucks so much better than you. That’s a low blow I know, but you deserve it. And it’s true. I think I may marry him just so I can fuck him everyday,” she rambles.

I chuckle, unable to hold it back.

She stands up to face me.

“Fuck me, Dec,” she says, ripping her shirt off.

“Noel,” I warn.

“Show him how I like it,” she challenges, letting her pants fall to her ankles.

I close the distance between us, picking her up without hesitation. I set her on the headstone and kneel before her. She opens her legs wide for me.

I lean forward to suck her clit between my teeth, and her fingers tangle in my hair immediately.

“Yes,” she whispers.

I slide my tongue into her hole and close my mouth around her perfect little cunt. I love the way she wraps her hands around my face. I growl into her, burying my tongue as far as it will go.

When I feel her relax, I stand. She unbuttons my pants and shoves them down. I’m so fucking hard for her, I won’t last long.

I slam into her, and she screams out my name.

“Wake the fucking dead, sunshine. Tell them who you belong to now,” I growl and fuck her the way she likes it best.

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