Page 54 of Such A Good Guy

“He used to deny kids food and locked some of them in the closet as punishment. They thought it would be a disaster toprosecute me. So they didn’t. Now open up. You are going to have a healthy strong pregnancy and it’s extra important to take your vitamins since you’re having twins.”

Still, I kept my mouth tight shut, even though it was foolish.

Luke O’Neill had been a dangerous psychopath all along and I’d had no idea. He’d impregnated me, stolen my passport, and trapped me with him. Now he was determined to make me his wife and I didn’t know if there was any way around that.

He put a hand on my chin and the heat immediately began to pound in my stupid pussy. His legs were so tight around me that my thighs rubbed together and I felt slick wet heat on my skin.

My heavy swollen breasts began to tingle so painfully I was afraid I’d start lactating right in front of him. My body had no business reacting like that.

It wasn’t fucking fair that he looked like that, a huge heavy dick on my belly and then the rest of him long and lean, lazy smile, surfer boy hair and sleepy eyes. But his fingers on my chin were firm and strong.

“Open up, Luna,” he said again. “Take your medicine.”

My hormones raged at me, and I ripped the phone out of the wall and swung it at Luke. He had a hand on my chin and the other one holding my prenatal and he didn’t even try to avoid the heavy phone as I hit him, splitting his lip open.

I gasped suddenly, feeling like a real bitch.

“Oh god, OK, I didn’t mean to do that, Luke, goddamnit, sorry, but why the fuck didn’t you move out of the way instead of just sitting there?”

And as I watched him, he turned his head slowly and coolly back toward me.

I gasped.

There was a bright splash of blood across his lips. But he only smiled, sending terror spiking down my spine. His lips were wet with blood, scarlet smears all over his white teeth.

“Luke! Luke! Whatareyou? You’re frightening me—”

There was an unearthly light gleaming in those blue eyes that looked like an expression I’d never seen on a human’s face before. It looked dark, feral, elemental, like a holdover from our primal reptile days.

“I’m a psychopath, Luna,” he said, and his voice was calm and even. “I don’t have normal human emotions. If you want to hit me, you can. As many times as you want to. I only care about keeping you safe and giving you what you want. Which means right now you are going to take this multivitamin and after that I’m going to give you an orgasm. And after our babies are born, I am going to breed you again. And again. And then some more.”

My jaw dropped.

“No, Luke, god—"

But he reached into his pocket, and came up with a ring, and his fingers were bloody.

“Luna Gallagher, will you marry me?” he asked as he slid the ring on my finger.

I knew it wasn’t a question, any more than anything else with him had been a question, no matter how big his gleaming smile was.

The ring was an alexandrite stone surrounded with diamonds, the middle stone vibrant with hues of purple, blue, and deep gold. It meant joy. It meant good luck. It was the perfect engagement stone, and Luke knew that because he had always listened.

And now I knew that his patient, gentle listening had only hidden an obsessed, feral psychopath.

I gasped as his fingers slipped under my T-shirt and undid my bra, his heart hammering into my chest.

It wasn’t a yes, but he took it as one as he let my bra slip to the floor and tightened his hands around my waist.

“Oh, Luna,” he said, and how had I ever thought he was some kind of sweetheart too pure to be interested in, as he dragged my panties and leggings down and propped my ass up so he could sink his cock inside me.

My head fell back as he propped me up against the counter, his hands gripping the wood beneath me so he could drive his cock into my tight cunt.

“You’re going to rest and be safe during this pregnancy. I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you and our babies.”

My nipples tightened with such diamond-hard pain that I suddenly felt the tips begin to leak, tiny drops squeezing out and wetting my shirt.

I cried out in shock as I felt the milk run down my breasts and drip down my belly, falling onto Luke’s hands as he held my waist.

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