Page 19 of Kingpin's Baby
“I thought since we’re married…?”
My stomach gets heavy, even as my cock can’t help but respond. Ren touching me is everything I’ve ever wanted. Well, that and my fake-wife’s love. But she’s only offering out of marital duty, and that’s a hard no.
“You don’t owe me anything.” My voice is gruff. Dismissive.
“I do. I owe you a lot. Plus, I don’t want anyone to suspect this isn’t real, and I’m…” She gulps. “A virgin.”
I wish she hadn’t told me that. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I want her even more now than I did before. I’d be the first and only to claim my wife. Mine would be the first cock she came on. My hands would wipe away that smear of virgin blood and kiss any tears. And most of all, if we consummated this marriage, we’d have children.
I want that so much my heart might crack. I think it already did, the first time we met. A lightning strike that broke me open.
“You’re curious?”
“Yeah.” I hear her shrug, as though it’s a matter of indifference whether it’s me she’s married to, or someone else.
I shift our hands up my chest before I can think, away from my throbbing cock and as though to stop the bleeding from my heart, the pain is that intense.
“Go to sleep, Ren.”
She doesn’t reply.
There’s only the sound of our breathing. I’m glad of the dark so she can’t see the longing in my face.
Minutes tick by. I’m not sleeping, and neither is she.
“Jasper?”
“Yes, princess?”
“What if someone sees us in bed together? And we’re not even touching?”
I open my mouth to point out that’s not going to happen. But she’s scared of being caught in a lie, so logic won’t soothe that fear.
I will murder whoever suggested a fake marriage. No donuts for past-Jasper. None. Sadistic prick.
“Will you hold me?” she asks in a small voice.
I groan inwardly as I make the only possible response. I gather her into my arms, careful to keep my rock-solid length away from her pert little arse. I’m a fool. Where any other man would either take what she’s offering, or refuse her altogether, I’m going to do the worst of both worlds.
Because it’s what’s right for her. A warm embrace, and none of my needs met.
She’s stiff as a board. My poor girl. Only last night she was being threatened by another mafia. Then discovering her older boss is her stalker, and that she just married him. It’s a lot.
Not unreasonable that she might need comfort to fall asleep.
I softly stroke her hair and murmur, apparently without volition. “It’s okay. You’re okay. My good girl. My sweet girl. You’re okay.”
And somehow every time my hand gets to her nape, she takes another breath.
My movements slow further, and eventually, I still at the bottom of the caress. At her throat. A possessive, controlling place. I could cut off her air. Her pulse beats under my thumb.
And she calms.
“That helps, huh?” I whisper.
She doesn’t speak, but manages a tiny nod.
I leave my hand lightly clasped over her neck, and the tension ebbs from her.
