Page 44 of His Sweet Torment
His Sweet Torment Extended Epilogue
A Billionaire Romance Story
By Michelle Love
For the first time in her life, Padme Kaur wasn’t looking forward to going back to Seattle. Her life was here now, with Enver and the two babies growing inside her. They were flying back on his private plane against doctor’s orders, but Padme was determined to be there for the trial of her mentor, Henry, the man who had traded her and Enver’s lives for a quick buck.
She stroked her hand idly over the bump in her belly. For eight months, she was small, much to her surprise, seeing as she was eating everything in sight.
Enver had even brought hot food for her onto the plane, and she had an empty bowl of his pasta next to her now as he massaged her feet. She grinned over at him. “You spoil me.”
Enver, his bright green eyes twinkling at her, shook his head. “You’re carrying my children, Pad. There’s no such thing as spoiling you.”
She sighed. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
Enver snorted. “I’ll remind you of that when you’re giving birth and cursing me to hell.” Padme laughed, but a curl of unease was settling inside of her. She would never admit it to Enver, but the thought of giving birth scared her senseless. Not the pain nor the many people who would see her exposed and naked, but afterward—the two little lives she would be responsible for.
The pregnancy hadn’t been planned, and although Padme knew she wanted her children desperately, there was something else nagging at her. The horror through which they had lived wasn’t over—not until they found Henry Jones guilty and put him away for life—if that did happen. Henry had a lot of friends in the F.B.I., even after his betrayal and even after he had colluded with the now-dead Frederick Ingles. And then there was Ingles’ remaining family. Padme was terrified they’d come after them and hurt the children. Both Enver and their friend Arlo Forrester had assured her that the Ingles family had scattered, not wanting Frederick’s fate for themselves, but Padme could not help thinking there might be a rogue member out there, bent on revenge.
“Cara mia.”Enver gently put her feet down on the floor and stood, offering her his hand. Padme grinned. She knew immediately what he was suggesting—his plane had a very private, very comfortable bedroom in the back.
He stripped her quickly, Padme laughing at his eagerness. Pregnancy had made him crave her body even more it seemed, and now as she straddled him, stroking his thick, long cock in her hands, she enjoyed the admiration and love in his eyes. His hands stroked her swollen belly, then slipped between her legs to caress her clit. In turn, pregnancy had made her hornier than ever, and their sex life was even more active now than it had ever been.
Padme slowly impaled herself onto his diamond-hard cock, sighing at the feel of him filling her so entirely. “God, you’re so big, Enver. So good.”
His fingers gripped her hips as she began to ride him, moving easily in rhythm with him, their eyes locked and the connection between them unbreakable. Enver cupped her large breasts in his hands, stroking her nipples until they were so sensitive Padme could scream. She began to move quicker, ramming herself onto his cock and taking him in as deep as possible. She honestly could spend all day, every day fucking this gorgeous,gorgeousman—her fiancé. They hadn’t set a date for the wedding yet. They wanted to wait until the twins were born. Neither of them wanted a big, fussy wedding; Padme had her heart set on being married at their farmhouse in the Italian countryside, and Enver agreed.
“Principessa,I am close,” Enver said now, panting, his face damp with sweat and his gorgeous green eyes soft with love. She nodded, feeling his cock pump thick, creamy cum deep inside her. Padme arched her back as she came, feeling him stroke her belly and hearing him murmur her name again and again. Afterward, she nestled into his arms and they kissed and talked for a while before falling asleep. Padme was woken an hour later by the twins kicking up a storm in her womb. “Quiet, you two,” she murmured fondly, and to her amazement, they settled down.
When she woke, they were in Washington.
“You’ll be called first, Ms. Kaur, so if you wouldn’t mind waiting here. Because of your condition, is there anything you need to make you feel more comfortable?”
Padme half-smiled at the court clerk. “The defendant in jail for the rest of his life?”
The clerk laughed. “Well, now, I think that’s down to you, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you have some water in the witness stand.”
“Thank you. You’re very kind.”
Enver smiled at the clerk as she left the room, then came to sit next to Padme. He kissed her gently, stroking her cheek. “Cara mia,you got this. Let’s end this once and for all.”
Padme nodded, her stomach in knots. “It’s seeing him that’s making me feel sick. To know this man who I trusted, who I thought was like my surrogate father figure, arranged for my murder—and your murder, Henry—who I thought loved me …how could he have thrown that all away for money?”
Enver pressed his lips to her forehead. “I will never understand. Padme, I know this has been bothering you for all these months, but there’s something else, isn’t there?”
She looked up at him, realizing he saw her more than she knew. “I’m scared, Enver. Our children …if anything should happen to us …”
“We can’t control everything,cara mia. If it’s Ingles you’re still worried about, that I can at least reassure you on. Everything else …we’ll handle.”
Padme leaned against him and closed her eyes. “It has been a rollercoaster, hasn’t it?”
Enver chuckled. “You can say that again. I don’t regret one moment with you.”
Padme kissed him. “Me either. I love you.”
He pressed his lips to hers fiercely. “Marry mesoon.”
She nodded, lingering over the kiss. “All I want is to be your wife, Enver.”
