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“No, you're going to listen to me for once without running away.” His grip tightens slightly. “I'm in fucking love with you, in case you didn't pick up on that.”
The words hit me like a slap. Love? What the actual fuck?
“You can't?—”
“I can and I do,” he growls. “I'm not a good man to the world, but I am a good man for you. And you might not agree with everything I do or say, but I've never fucking intentionally harmed you.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding so loudly I'm sure he can hear it.
“I'm sorry you found out about Coco like this,” he says, his voice softening just slightly. “But Jesus Christ, Katarina, get used to the idea. Because one day, very soon, I'm gonna put my baby in your belly because I want a goddamn family with you.”
My mouth drops open. “Are you fucking insane? You can't just decide that!”
“Watch me.” His eyes are wild, possessive. “Last I checked you hadn’t filled your birth control prescription this month, so I’ve been fucking you raw, desperate to knock you up for days.”
“You don't get to make these decisions for me,” I spit, even as my body betrays me, heat pooling between my legs at his words.
“Then tell me you don't want it,” he challenges. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't think about my cum dripping down your thighs. Tell me you don't imagine what it would feel like to have me breed you, to have my child growing inside you.”
I try to speak, but no words come out. I haven’t thought about it before, but it’s literally all I can think about now, and how dare he put that into my head.
My eyes are looking at him but it’s like I’m in an alternate universe as I picture what he said coming to life.
I don’t hate it and I hate that I don’t hate it.
Chapter 21
Conrad
She stands there staring at me, her mouth open but no words coming out. The raw shock on Kat's face would be satisfying if I wasn't so goddamn furious right now.
Not at her. At myself. At this whole fucked-up situation.
This isn't how I wanted her to find out about Contessa. I'd planned to tell her properly, maybe over dinner, to ease her into the idea that I have a daughter. But now it's out there, messy and chaotic—just like everything with Katarina and me.
“Say something,” I demand, my voice rough.
She just stares at me, a simmering anger building behind her eyes. I can practically see her mind racing.
The silence stretches between us like a rubber band pulled too tight. I can't fucking take it anymore.
“Goddammit, Katarina!” I snap, crossing the distance between us in two strides.
Before she can react, I grab her waist and hoist her over my shoulder in one fluid motion. Her ass is right by my face, those gray shorts barely covering anything. Even pissed off, I can't help but give her a hard smack.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she shrieks, pounding her fists against my back.
“Everything,” I growl, striding out of the gym. “You just fuck with my head constantly.”
I stomp down the hallway, her weight nothing against my shoulder. Her body bounces with each heavy step I take, and I can feel her trying to wiggle free.
“Put me down, you fucking caveman!” she demands, but I ignore her.
“We're not done with this conversation,” I tell her, heading down the staircase. “But I need to show you something first.”
“I swear to god, Conrad, if your idea of conflict resolution is your dick?—”
I land my palm hard across her ass again, the crack of it echoing in the stairwell. “Mind your fucking mouth, Katarina. Unless you want it filled with something that'll shut you up.”
