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“In today’s top news, Roger Ruck reportedly has a new girlfriend. This news
normallywouldn’tcomeasasurprisetomany,sinceMr.Ruckhasanewwoman
onhisarmweekly,butduetotheagegapbetweenthethirty-two-year-oldand
histwenty-year-oldloveinterest,EmmaDavis,therumormillisturning.”

Hittingpause,myheartstuttersinmychest.“OhmyGod.Oh…myGod.Oh

my God!” I drop my forehead to the table, knocking it there three times in a
row.Liftingmyhead,IfindapictureofmeandLiamontheTVstaringbackat
me.

Lookingatthepicture,Ibitemylip,rememberinghowpissedLiamwaslast

night when the photographers ambushed us and took the photo. I can actually
feelhisrageasIlookatitnow.Mylongblondhairistiedupinaponytail,my
bodyinprofile,leaningintohisside.Hisarmisaroundmyshoulders,holding
meclose,tryingtokeepmehidden.Hisfaceisgloweringtowardthecameras,
hisstrong,angledjawtenseinannoyance.Thoseblueeyessurroundedbythick
lashes flash with the same aggravation as his hair is pushed back, but the
unmanageablepiecesstillfallacrosshisforehead.

Thepaparazzicaughtusleavingaquietlittlerestaurantnearmyapartment.

Untilthatmoment,IhadnoideawhothefuckLiamwas,orthatheisactually
knownasRogerRuck.

ActionmoviestarRogerRuck.
MosteligiblebachelorRogerRuck.
“My parents are going to flip,” I whisper to myself, and like the devil can

hear me, I listen as my cell phone rings from my bedroom—my mom’s
ringtone.“Icameinlikeawreckingball….”blazesloudlythroughthesilence.

Rushing across my apartment, I stumble over my clothes that are thrown all
aroundmyroomandsnatchthephoneoffmynightstand,puttingittomyear.

“OhmyGod!”mymomscreeches,andIcringe.
“Hey, Mom. How’s it going?” I ask, trying to keep my voice normal when

myheartisinmythroat,makingthetaskdifficult.

“How’s it going? How’s it going? Are you kidding me? I’m guessing you

forgottofillmeinonafewthingsduringourlastconversation.”

“Um….”
“Yourdadjusttookofftogoonadrive,andyouknowhim,soyouknow

whatthatmeans,”shesays,andIfalltomyassonthefloorandbringmylegs
uptomychest,restingmyforeheadonmyupturnedknees.

“Mom—”
“Honey,youcouldhavewarnedusbeforewehadtolearnthatyou’reseeing

aman.AndImeanamaaan.”Shedragsouttheword,lettingithang.“Because
he’sold.Andnotonlyisheold,butwehadtolearnabouthimfromthenews…
onthetelevision!”sheshrieks.

“He’snotthatold.”Isituptodefendhim.Andheisn’told.Heisolderthan

me,buthe’salsosweet,andsodamngorgeousthatlookingathimmakesmy
kneesgoweak,mystomachflutter,andmyteethache.Ididn’tevenknowwho
heactuallywaswhenwemet.Idon’twatchmoviesoften,andifIdo,theytend
tobethekindofmoviesthatarefullofromanceandmakemecry.

Yes,Iknewhelookedfamiliar,butIseriouslyhadnocluehewasfamous.

Who the hell would meet a famous actor at a café they frequent? I had gone
theretostudylikeInormallydo.Hesatwithme,andItriedreally,reallyhard
to ignore him and the fact he sat next to me, but his presence was hard to
disregard. Before long, we were chatting and laughing, and the next thing I
knew,hewasaskingmeformynumber.

I didn’t expect him to call, like… ever, so I was shocked when my phone

rangthateveningandheaskedifIwantedtohavedinnerwithhim.OfcourseI
saidyes,becausetherewassomethingunbelievablycharmingabouthim,and
honestly,noguyhadeveraskedmeout,soItookthechance.Hecameoverfor
pizzathatnight,whichwasthreemonthsago.Yetitseemsmorelikealifetime
ago,becausewe’vespentalmosteverysecondtogethersincethen.

“Areyouevenlisteningtome?”mymomcriesintothephone,andIletouta

longsigh.

“I’mlistening.”
“Sohowlonghaveyoubeenseeinghim?”
“Idon’tknow.Awhile,”Imurmur,notsureifI’mgoingtobeseeinghim

anymore. I mean, it’s one thing to see women checking him out. It’s a whole
different thing to know women all over the world have seen him half naked,
judgingbytheviewsoneofhisvideoshadonYouTube.

“Lord,saveme.ItoldyourfatherthatIwantedyouincollegeclosetohome.

But, oh no, his baby needed to get out and see the world. Look at us now!
You’redatingafamousmanwhore!”

“Mom,” I groan, leaning my head back. “You don’t know him. And you

shouldn’tbelieveeverythingonTV.”

“Oh,yeah,Idoknowhim.Maybenotpersonally,butjustliketherestofthe

world’s population of women, I’ve been following him and know he’s dated
everyone.AndIreallydomeaneveryone,honey.”

“Someone’s calling, Mom. I gotta go,” I lie, hanging up and suddenly

feeling sick. I hate the idea of him with anyone. I hate the thought of anyone
elsetouchinghim,whichisexactlywhyI’mgoingtobreakupwithhimtoday.

Ican’tdothis.Iwenttobedlastnightafterwetalked,afterheleftthinking

therewasachanceIcould,butafterseeingthenewsandtalkingtomymom,I
knowIwaswrong.Pickingmyphonebackup,Ipulluphisnumberandputthe
celltomyear.

“Babe, give me a second.” His voice washes over me, making my insides

turntoliquidliketheyalwaysdowhenIhearhisvoiceorseehisface.Biting
my nails, I wait for what seems like an eternity for him to come back on the
line.“Sorry,baby,mypublicistinLAisontheotherline.Iseverythingokay?”

HispublicistinLA?Seriously,whothehellisthisguy?IswearIthoughthe

was just a normal, hot guy. Now I find out he’s some kind of movie god
superherowithapublicist.“Um,that’sokay.IjustwantedtotellyouthatIcan’t
dothis.Imean,Ilikeyou.You’regreat—”

“Emma,baby,wearenotdoingthisoverthefuckingphone,”hebarksinto

myear,almostgrowling.

Isitupalittletaller,fightthroughtheuneasetwistingmygut,andthenpush

forward.“You’regoingtotheStates.Iknowyousaidyouwereleavingtoday,

sothisistheperfecttimetoendthis.Youknow…beforethingsgetmessy,”I
ramble, and then stop and listen to silence coming from his end of the line.
“Liam?”

“Fuck!Ican’tevengooverthereandstraightenyouout.Ihavetogetona

plane,orIlosealotofpeoplealotofmoney.”

“There’snotingtostraighten.LikeIsaid,you’regreat,but—”
“Fuck,”hesnarls.
Then the phone goes dead. Pulling it from my ear, I look at it and wonder

whatthehellIjustdidthatfor.

“Hello?Hello?”Itakethephoneoffmyearandlookdownatit,swipingthe
screen with my finger. It’s fucking dead. No surprise, since it’s been blowing
upeversincethepicturesofEmmaandIsurfacedlastnight.

Istepintotheelevator,takingmybackpackoffandreachinginsidetofind

my portable charger. I connect it just as the elevator doors open and flashes
blindme.

Fuckingpaparazzi.
I put my sunglasses on, even though it’s nighttime. With all these flashes, I

wouldlosemysightifIdidn’thavethem.

I take two steps before I feel a hand on my elbow, and I look over to see

Nion,mybodyguard,pointingmeinthedirectionofawaitingLincolnTown
Carwithblackedoutwindowsthatisparkedatthecurb.Duckingmyheadto
get in the backseat, I’m not surprised to see my assistant, Skylar, is inside
waitingformewithherearphonesin,agreeingwithwhoeveritisshe’sonthe
phonewith.OnceNionsitsdown,thecarhonksonce,lettingthevulturesknow
weareleavingsotheycangetoutoftheway.

Lookingdownatmyphone,Iwaitforthestupid,whiteApplelogotoappear

soIcancallbackEmmaandmymanager,Andre.

“Holyshit,youcouldn’tjustkeepitinyourpantstillweleftfortheStates?

Do you seriously always have to make my job so difficult?” Skylar asks,
lookingoveratme,rippingherearpieceoutofherear,anddroppingittoher
lap.

“Treadlightly,Skylar.Ipayyoutoputupwithallthisshit.IfIdidn’tmake

yourlifedifficult,youwouldn’thaveajob.Sowhatarewelookingat?”Iask

her,finallyseeingthewhiteappleloadingup.

“The studio is prepping their private jet for you to take back to the US to

avoid the media circus you started. And I spoke with Andre, who isn’t happy
withthisnewseither,especiallysincewejustshutdowntheaffairyouhadwith
the married woman.” She pauses. “I don’t know how you get into all this
trouble.Yousaidyouweregoingtolielowwhileyouwerehome.”

ItypeinmypasscodeandseemybackgroundphotoEmmaandIhadtaken

rightbeforetheflashesstartedoutsidetherestaurantwewereat.

“Thisisn’tlikethat.ShehadnoideawhoIwas,letalonethatherlifewould

becomeafuckingnightmare.Doweknowiftheyfoundheraddressyet?”Iask
asmyphonelightsupwithincomingtexts.Mymother,myfather,Andrea,and
Gillian,butnothingfromEmma.“Iwantasecuritydetailonhertillthisblows
over,”Iadd,rightbeforemyphonestartstoringandIputittomyear.

“Brother, you sure know how to fuck up and draw attention to yourself. I

thoughtyousaidyouwerechillingoutandworkingonthescriptsIsentyou?”
IhearAndreaexhaleandknowheissmoking,andhe’sprobablydrinkingto
easetheheadachethatismylife.

“IwasuntilImetherafewmonthsago.”Iscrubmyhandsdownmyface.
“Ineedtorunacheckonher,”hemutters,andmyhandballsintoatightfist.
“That’snotnecessary.She’sinnocentandhadnoideawhoIwas.”Withher,

itwaseasy.Iwasfinallyabletojustbemewithoutalltheextradrama.“How
badisit?”

“Shit,youmadeTMZ,EntertainmentTonight,USWeekly,thatPerezguy’s

blog. Fuck, even CNN had the ticker at the bottom during the Republican
Debate.Thisisn’tgoingawayanytimesoon,evenifIwanteditto.Youfucked
up,andnowtheonlythingwecandoisdamagecontrol.”Hesighsthenasks,
“Whycouldn’tyoujustfuckherinprivate?”

“Andre, you’re my best friend and have been with me from the beginning,

soI’mgoingtogiveyouthatonetimeslide.ButifyouevertalkaboutEmma
likethatagain,we’redone.Sheisn’tgoinganywhere,soyoudowhateveritis
Ipayyoutodoandmakesuresheisn’ttouchedbythis,”Iorder.

“Not only is she touched by this, there are also already four websites

dedicatedtoyournewtagname‘ROMA.’I’mprettysureit’seventrendingon
Twitter.”

Ilookuprightwhenwearriveonthetarmac,thestepstotheplanealready

out.

“Ijustgottotheplane.WhenIland,Iexpecttoseethistakencareof.Callin

favors; I don’t give a shit. Turn it around on me. Start a rumor I’m gay.
Whateveryouhavetofuckingdo.”

Ipressendwithouthearingwhatelsehehastosay,gettingoutofthelimo

and grabbing my bag. I leave the door open for Skylar, who is working and
doingsomethingonherphone,andIseethatwhateveritis,hereyebrowsare
pinchedtogetherandhereyesarealmostbuggingoutofhersockets.

“Whatnow?”Iask,thinkingitcan’tgetanyworsethanitalreadyis.
“I don’t know how to sugarcoat this for you, but I know you’re going to

freak.SobeforeItellyou,youhavetopromisemethatyouwon’tflipoutand
you’llgetonthatplaneregardless.”Shestaresatme,waitingformyanswer.I
justnod.Idon’tknowwhy,butmymouthisdry,myheartbeatingsofastit’s
echoinginmyears.

“Accordingtothemedia,Emmaiswithchild.”
Ithrowmybagdownontheground,shovemyhandintomyhair,pullatthe

roots,andscreamout,“Fuck!”

Nion picks up the bag, muttering, “We gotta go. Security said they just

stoppedanewstruckatthegate.”

Ihangmyheadindefeat.HowcouldIbethisstupid?HowcouldIthinkthis

beautifulthingwouldn’tbetaintedbythedarkcloudthatfollowsme?

Jogging up the steps of the plane, I throw myself down on the couch,

slouchingsomyneckrestsontheedgeoftheseat.Ipulloutmyphoneanddial
Emma.Notunexpectedly,itgoesstraighttovoicemail,whichisfull.

ThenIdotheonlythingIcanrightnow.Isendheratext.
Don’tgiveuponme.
Pressing send, I take my phone and place it on my chest, closing my eyes

andseeingherface.

Don’tgiveuponme.

Lyinginbed,Istareatthosewordsonmyphoneandfightbacktears.Iwish

itwasaseasyasmejustbeingwithhimandnotgivinguponhim,butinjust
twenty-four hours, my life has turned completely upside down. Somehow the
mediafoundoutwhereIlive,andeverysinglenewsstationhasbeencamped
outsideofmyapartmentbuildingsincethestorybroke.

My mom is freaking out. My dad is on his way, his plane arriving in the

morning.AndmyschooltoldmethatIneedtostayawayfromcampusfora
fewdaysuntiltheycangetsomekindofsecurityworkedoutforme.Theonly
plus-sidetothisjackedupsituationisthatmyboss,whoispartcrazy,toldme
hewouldgivemethreedollarsmoreanhouraslongasthemediaisaround.

Seeing Liam’s number light up my screen for the hundredth time today, I

debate if I should answer it then give in, sliding my finger across the screen
andputtingthephonetomyear.

“Em,”hecallsgently,andallthestressI’vebeenfeelingtodayboilsoveras

hottearsspringtomyeyeswhileangerlightsupmybelly.

“Youshouldhavetoldme.Youshouldhavewarnedme,”Ihiss,usinganger

tocoverupthehurtI’mfeelingfromhisbetrayal.

“I wanted something for myself,” he growls. “Is it so fucking wrong I

wantedyouallformyself?ThatIdidn’twanttoshareyou?”

“You still should have given me a warning of some kind. My parents are

freakingout.MymomwantsmetomovebackhometotheStates,andmydad
isonhiswayrightnow,”Isay,rollingtomyside.WhenImovedtoEngland,I
reallyjustwantedafreshstart,awayfromthesmalltownIgrewupinandthe

rumors about me that I heard whispered behind my back since I was sixteen.
Rumorsthatwerenottrue.RumorsthatpushedmeclosetotheedgebeforeI
wasstrongenoughtofacethem.

“I’msorry,baby,”herepliesquietly,andIcanpicturehisfaceinmymind

andknowhiseyesaresoftandfullofconcern.

“Me, too,” I agree. He has no idea what this has done. I know it won’t be

longbeforesomeonefrommypasttalkstothemediaandtheworldfindsout
abouttherumors.

“I’llbebackinaweektops.We’llgeteverythingfiguredout.”
“Thereisnothingtofigureout,Liam.”
“I’m not letting you go, Emma. If you think I’m going to just let you end

this,you’reoutofyourgoddamnmind.ItoldyouwhenIsawyourbloodon
mycockthatyouweremine,andImeantthatshit.”

“Youdidnotjustsaythat,”Ihiss,sittingupandwipingthewetnessfrommy

cheeks.

“YouknewwhatkindofmanIamwhenwestartedthis.”
“Iknewnothing,obviously!”Icry,tossingmyhandintheair.
“Youknew,Em.Thinkaboutitandyou’llknowI’mright.”
He’sexactlyright.Iknewhewaspossessive,stubborn,anddetermined,butI

did not know he was famous, that he lives his life with the world watching. I
hadnoclueaboutthatpart,andthatrighttherechangeseverythingforme.

Myphonebuzzeswithatext,andIpullitawaytolookatthescreenbefore

replacing it. “I need to go. I have to pick up my dad. He landed early,” I say,
feelingdefeatedasIplopbackdownontomybedandpullthecoversupover
myhead.

“This isn’t over. You have a week to get used to the idea of what I do and

whoIam.Oneweek,Emma,andthenI’mcomingforyou,”hetellsmesoftly,
butIknowbyhistoneit’snotathreatIshouldtakelightly.

“Goodbye, Liam. Stay safe,” I whisper before hanging up. Dropping my

phonetothemattress,Iliehereuntillightfiltersinthroughmywindows.Then
Igetupandgetreadytopickmydadupfromtheairport.

“Dad,slowdown.”Iholdontothesideofmydoorashespeedsdowntheroad,
attempting to get away from the paparazzi. They followed me from my
apartment to the airport, into the airport, and then back into my car, all the
whileshoutingthingsatme.Iknowthethingthatpissedmydadoffthemost
was them asking if it was true that I’m pregnant, which I’m not. Or at least I
don’tthinkIam.Thenagain,atthispoint,itwouldn’tsurprisemetofindout
thatnotonlyisLiamfamous,buthisspermhastheabilitytobypassmybirth
control.

“Ican’tbelievethisshit.Don’ttheyknowthisisexactlyhowPrincessDiana

died?”Dadsquawks.

Irollmyeyesandholdontighter,knowingthatifweendupdead,it’sgoing

tobehisfault,notthethreecarsfollowingbehindus.“Justslowdownandthey
willslowdown.Youcan’tgetawayfromthem,Dad.Mostofthemwereparked
outsideofmybuildingthismorning,sotheyknowwhereIlivealready.”

Ihearhimgrumbleunderhisbreath,butthankfullyheslowsdownandwe

makeitintothecityaliveandwell.Assoonaswegettomybuilding,heparks
then rushes me inside, where a large, very handsome black man is waiting
outsidemydoor.

“How did you get in here?” my dad asks, and the guy raises a brow then

looksdownatme.

“Liamsentme.Wassupposedtobehereearlier.Flightwasdelayed.I’mhere

now.”

“Um… what?” I ask as my dad snarls, “Go. We don’t need anything from

Liamoryou.”

“Beenpaid.I’mstayin’.Don’twanttoinvitemein,I’lljustwaitouthereand

keepaneyeout.”

“That’s not necessary. Liam and I aren’t together anymore. Soon, this will

alldiedown.I’msorryyouwastedyourtime,”Isay,andhegrinsatmelikeI
justsaidthemosthilariousthinghe’severheardinhislife.

“Said you’d say that. I know different.” He shrugs his large, suit-covered

shoulders.

“Thisseriouslycannotbehappening,”mydadgrumblesfrommyside,andI

lookupathim,cringingwhenIseehisfaceisstartingtoturnafunnyshadeof

red.

“Goin,Dad.It’sokay.Yousaidsoyourselfthiswillallgoawaysoon.”
“I’m thinkin’ it’s not gonna go the way I planned,” he murmurs, and then

looksattheguyinfrontofmydoor.“What’syourname?”

“Nion.”
My dad nods then reaches back and grabs my hand, pulling me with him

whilemuttering,“Mayaswellcomein.”Andwiththat,NionandIfollowhim
intomyapartment,whereImakethetwomenbreakfast.

Seriously,whatthehellishappeninginmylife?

Lookingatmyphone,Iletoutarelievedbreath.IjustgotthetextfromNion
that he’s sitting in her apartment, watching her father freak out and pace the
floor while she makes them breakfast. I’m a little jealous she’s cooking for
him,butwiththefuckingstormthat’sbrewing,Ican’tpullhimfromwatching
overher,evenifIwantto.

She’ssupposedtobemineandonlymine.IknowIshouldhavetoldherwho

Iam,butforonce,itwasn’tabouthowmuchImake,whatmoviesI’vebeenin,
howbigmyhouseis,orwhoI’mfuckingthisweek.Itwasjustaboutmeand
her.

Irubmyhandsovermyfacerightbeforesittinginthemakeupchair.
“You can’t do that once I put your foundation on,” Macy, the makeup girl,

scolds,lookingatmeinthemirror.Inodandrelaxbackinmychair.Seeing
thetrailerdooropen,IwatchthetwopeopleIwanttosendonaone-waytripto
themoon,SkylarandAndre,walkin.

“Good. With Macy doing your makeup, we can talk and you can’t.” Skylar

smirks at me. “Nion finally got to England and is with Emma,” she tells me,
something I already fucking know. “Apparently, she’s worse than you at
listening to instructions. At least you picked a good one this time.” Her
eyebrowsgoup,knowingIcan’tanswer.“Thestudiosaystheseretakesshould
lasttillSunday.Yournextmoviestartsshootingintwomonths.I’massuming
you are going back to England once this is finished. I’m going to search for
houses with security there so you and Emma can hash out this battle in
privacy.”

“NotgoingtoLondon.TakinghertoScotland,”Iinformher.

Her eyes go wide before she covers it and continues. “There was a press

releaseissuedthis morningaskingfor privacyandalso shootingdownthose
ridiculouspregnancyrumors.Imean,I’massumingyouwrappedthatshitup
andaren’tthatstupid.”

“Watchit,”Igrowlthenclosemyeyes,thinkingofthetimeImadehermine,

knowing I didn’t have shit between us. I didn’t want anything separating us
whenIclaimedher.

Wehadjustgottenbackfromthatcoffeeshopwemetat.Isatonthecouch

andmadeherstraddlemywaist.Theminuteshesatonme,mycockspranginto
action.

I ripped her ponytail holder out from behind her head, making her hair

cascadearoundherface.Herforeheadtouchedmine.

“Ihavetosay,you’resofuckinghot.”Shesmiledatme.
“Youthinkso?Funnything,becauseIthinkyou’rethemostbeautifulperson

to ever walk the earth. You’re an angel.” I leaned forward, nipping her lip,
knowing she’d open up for me the minute I was near. My tongue slid into her
mouth,claimingherasIalwaysdid.Herkissesdestroyedme.Theyconsumed
me.Iknewoncemycockgotinherit’dbetheendofme.

SheangledherheadtothesidesoIcoulddevourhermore.Withherhandon

the side of my head, I moved my palms from her ass to her tits. So far, we’d
gottenhotandheavyovertheclothes.Iwasn’trushingher,becauseIwassure
shewasn’tasexperiencedasIwas,butIhadtofeelherskin.

My hands moved down to the hem of her T-shirt, snaking under the fabric.

Herskinwassoftlikesilk.TheminuteItouchedher,Ifeltgoosebumpsallover
her.Iwaswaitingforhertosayno,waitingforhertofinallysaynotyet.But
shedidn’t.Instead,shepulledback,lookingmeintheeyewhileshepeeledthe
T-shirt off herself, leaving her in a white, cotton lace bra. Her pink nipples
werestrainingagainstthematerial,waitingformetopinch,toroll,tosuck.

Ipulledbackthebracup,lettinghernipplecomeout,itsbudpeakingwith

littlebumpsalloverit.Lookingrightintoherbeautifuleyes,Ileanedin,taking
her nipple straight into my mouth, biting it a little before sucking it in. My
tonguecircleditslowly.Iknewitwasdrivinghercrazy,becauseherheadwas
thrownbackandhercuntwaspressingdownonmyrock-hardcock.

Movingmyheadtoherotherbreast,Itortureditthesame,exceptInippedit

whilerollingtheotheronebetweentwofingers.

Shewassoresponsivetome.Shegroundherselfupanddownonmycock,my

zipperstrainingandmydickreadytobustrightthrough.

He hands were in my hair, where she pulled at it to raise my head so she

could attack my mouth. I let her take me, all while I tortured her nipples. I
pulled,Ipinched,Irolled,andIsqueezed,andtheheatfromherpussyalmost
meltedherpants.

Itookagamblebytrailingdownherstomach,whereIpoppedthebuttonon

herjeans,loweringherzipper.Thematchingpantiespeekedout.Iwrappedmy
handaroundherwaistandflippedheronherback,mylipsneverleavinghers.

OnceIhadhersprawledout,Ipulledbackandlookedather.Herlipswere

swollenfrommykisses.Thebraunderhertitspushedthemhigher,hernipples
wetfrommymouth.

“You need to tell me if this is okay.” I looked down at her, waiting while I

heldmybreath.

Shenodded,butIneededtohearhervoice.Ineededtohearherwantforme.
“Words,Em.Ineedwords.”
“Yes,Liam.”Shepalmedmycockovermyjeansinhersmallhand.
I leaned up, ripping off my shirt. I knew I looked good. I was paid to look

good,butthelustinEmma’seyesmeantmorethanallofthat.

Ipulledherpantsoffher,withnopatiencewhatsoever,throwingthembehind

me.Gettingtomykneesonthefloor,Ibroughtherasstotheedgeofthecouch.

“Ismellyoufromhere.”Itracedafingerdownherpanties,feelingthewet

spot.Shewasn’tbareandsmoothlikeeveryoneelseI’dbeenwith,andIpeeled
the panties off of her slowly to see her pussy. She had a landing strip right
down the middle, her lips bare. I touched the hair that was trimmed to
perfection.Herclitwasswollen,beggingtobestroked.

“Fucking perfect.” I went down, licking my way from the bottom of her

entrance,uptoherclit,circlingmytonguearoundit.Shearchedherbackoff
the couch, moaning loudly. “Sweet as fuck,” I groaned, repeating the same
patternagain,thistimeusingthetipofmytonguetoflickherclit.

Herhandsreachedformyhair,makingmelaugh.“Greedygirl,youwantme

to eat this pussy?” My index finger followed the trail my tongue made. Fuck,
shewaswet,almostdripping.

I’m shaken out of my memories when, all of a sudden, the pinging of

everyone’s phones starts. I see Andre’s eyebrows come together as I hear
Skylargasp.

“What the fuck is going on?” I glance between them both, neither of them

answering till Skylar places her iPad in my hands. Looking down, I feel my
bloodfreezewhenIreadthearticle.

RogerRuck’snewcountrygirlcontroversy.Sextapewiththemayor’sson—a

very married man. It seems Roger isn’t the only one with an issue of sleeping
withmarriedpeople.

ThatistheonlythingIseebeforeIpitchtheiPadacrosstheroom,watching

itshatter.

IknowthesecondthatmydadandNion’sphonesringinunisonthatsomething
has happened, and worry fills the pit of my stomach. Taking a seat on my
couch, I see them both answer then watch Nion walk off toward my kitchen
whilemydadtakesaseatnexttome.Hedropshishead,listeningtowhoeveris
onthephone.

“Dad.”Ileantowardhimandplacemyhandonhisshoulder.
“Honey,youneedtocalmdown,”hespeaksintothephone,andIknowthe

persononthelineismymom.Turninghisheadtowardme,hiseyeslockon
mine,andIseesadness,anger,andregretthere.

“No.”Istandfromthecouch.“No.”Icovermymouth,realizingtheworld

nowknowsallaboutme.Ortheythinktheydo.Thesamewayeveryoneelse
thoughttheyknewaboutme.

“Gopackabag,”Nionorders,comingintotheroom.Myheadflieshisway

andItakeastepback.

“Ineedtogo,honey.I’llcallyouback,”Dadsaysfrombehindme,andthen

Ifeelhimgetcloseasheplacesahandonmyupperback.“What’sthisabout?”
heasks,andNionlooksbetweenus.

“LiamwantsEmmawithhim.He’sgotaplanereadytoleaveassoonaswe

gettotheairport,”hetellsmydad.Hethenlooksatmeandliftshischin.“Go
pack.”

“She’snotgoingtohim.Areyoucrazy?”
“Ihaveorders.”Heshrugs.
Dad’sbrowsdarttogether.“Whatareyougoingtodo,kidnapher?”heasks.
Nion grins another scary grin. “I hope that’s not necessary, but like I said,

LiamwantsEmmawithhim.She’llbesafeathisplaceinLAuntilhecanget
hertohishouseinScotlandinaweek.”

“I’mnotgoing.”Igritmyteeth.“I’mnotgoingtoLAorScotland.Sheesh!

Whatthehelliswrongwithhim?Hecan’tmakemedoanything,andwe’renot
eventogetheranymore!”Ipracticallyshout,ballingmyhandsintofists.ThenI
watchNionpullhiscelloutofhispocketanddial.

“Wakeup.They’reservingbreakfast,”Dadsays,leaningoverme,andIlook
aroundthesmallprivateroomI’minandblink.IreallythoughtIwouldwake
upandthiswholethingwouldbeabaddream.

Nosuchluck.
WhenNioncalledLiamandlethimknowIwasrefusingtogetonaplane,

Liamaskedtotalktomydad.Iwantedtolaughwhenhedidthat.Imean,my
dadisalittlescary,andI’mhisbabygirl.IexpectedhimtotellLiamwhereto
shoveit,onlytoalmostfallonmyasswhenhesomehowconvincedmyfather
that it was best we go to Los Angeles to stay with him at his house, which is
apparentlyguardedbyeight-footwallsandtwenty-fourhoursurveillance.

“Ismomstillmeetingusthere?”Iask.
He nods, taking a seat on the side of the bed near my feet. “I should have

gotten you out of that town a long time ago. I should have followed my gut
backthen.”

“Dad,pleasedon’tdothis.”
“He stalked you and then made it seem like you were the one who was

obsessedwithhim.Hetoldeveryoneyousleptwithhim,whenhedru—”

“Iknow,”Icuthimoff,notneedingthereminderofwhathappened.Ilived

throughit,livedwiththeknowledgethateveryonethoughtIwasawhorewho
was crazy and obsessed with the mayor ’s son, when it was the other way
around.NotthatIknewhewasobsessedwithmeorthathewasstalkingme.I
hadnoidea,andtothisday,IwonderifIcouldhavedoneanythingdifferently.

ThenIremindmyselfIdidnothingwrong.Hewastheleaderofmychurch

youthgroup.Ithoughthewasafriend.IthoughthewassomeoneIcouldtrust.

“IwonderifIshouldcallyouruncleandhavehimmakesureRyanisstillin

Idaho.”

“It’sbeenyears,Dad.”Imoveandsitonthesideofthebednexttohimand

restmyheadonhisshoulder.

“This may set him off. I don’t want him to get wind of this and track you

down.”

“He has kids now. You told me that yourself when I moved to London. He

hasafamily.”

“Iknow.”Herubshisfaceandguiltassaultsme.
“Didyougetanysleep?”
“Some.Myseat’snotasniceasyourroom,”hemutters.
Ibitemylip,lookingaround.Ididn’tevenknowplaneshadroomsonthem.
“Couldyounothavepickedanice,normalguyforyourfirstrelationship?”

heasks,hislipstwitching.

“I didn’t know who he was,” I remind him, and his face goes soft with

concern.

“He’stoooldforyou.”
“You’retwelveyearsolderthanMom,andyoustarteddatingwhenshewas

eighteen,”Iremindhimwithasmile.

“Doyoureallylikethisguy?”
“Yes.No.Yes.”Irunmyhandsthroughmyknottedhair.“Ididlikehim…a

lot.Butnow,I’mnotsosure.”Ishrug.“Ihatethatheliedtome.”

“Helovesyou,”hegrumbles,lookingannoyedbythefact.
I fight back a smile and lean into his side. “I’m really sorry about all of

this.”

“Don’t be. Life has been boring ever since you left home. I needed some

excitement.Ithelpskeepmeyoung.”

“Idon’tthinkmomfeelsthesameway.”
Hesnortsthenrollshiseyes.“Shemaytellyoushe’supset,butIheardher

clucking away on the phone to her girlfriends, and every one of them is
jealous that their daughter isn’t dating Roger Ruck,” he says the name
whimsically.“She’shappyashelltofinallyhavesomethingtobragabout.”

“Oh, God.” I cover my face with my hands at the reminder that the whole

worldnowknowsaboutme.

“Itwilleventuallybeoldnews.”Herubsmyback.
“Ihopeyou’reright.”
“TheonlythingIwantistoknowyou’resafe.Idon’twanttobeonmyway

toLAanymorethanyoudo,butLiamhasthepowertokeeppeopleawayfrom
yourightnow,andthat’swhat’simportanttome.”

Lettingoutadeepbreath,Inod.Hemayberight,butknowinginjustafew

shorthoursIwillbecomingface-to-facewithLiam,I’mnotsosureI’mready.
ItwasonethingtellinghimoverthephonethatIcan’tbewithhim,butatotally
differentthingtryingtokeepthatupwhilewe’reinthesamecity.

IlookatmywatchandpullinarelievedbreathknowingEmmawillbelanding
in twenty minutes. The minute I calmed down after reading the article, we all
sprungintoaction.Skylararrangedtheplane,andAndrewaslikeasharkout
forbloodwiththemedia.Ihavetoremindmyselftogivethembothraises.

Thefactthisgarbageisoutthereintheworldbecauseofmemakesmesick.

Iknowthisisabullshitstory,butIalsoknowtheyaregoingtospinthisshit
likeakidinanamusementpark.Littledotheyknowtheyjustdeclaredwar,and
I’marmingmyselfforbattle.

“Shelandsinabouttwentyminutes,”SkylarsaysasIwalkoffsetanddown

a bottle of water. “You’re almost done with your last scene. By the time you
finish,she’llbeonherwaytoyourhouse.I’vecontactedthefrontgate,andno
oneisgoinginorout.”Shedoesn’tevenglanceupfromherlistandjustkeeps
going.“Herparentsarestayingwithyou.Idon’tknowwhyyouagreedtothis,
butdoyouthinkweshouldhavethemsignanNDA?”Shefinallylooksup.

Ithinksheisjoking.Ireallydo.Butwiththeseriousnessofthissituation,I

don’tknowanymore.

“Her parents aren’t signing anything. You think they will turn on their

daughter? Jesus, Skylar. I know it’s hard to have decency in this business,
but…”Ishakemyhead.“DidyoubuyallthestuffItoldyou?”

“Yes,andIaddedaboxofthirty-sixcondoms,nottheMagnumkind.Maybe

thatwillgetyoutostopthinkingwiththatdickofyours.”

I laugh. I laugh because this situation would be funny as shit if I wasn’t

sittinginthemiddleofit.

“You’ve seen my dick. Don’t even pretend you didn’t. I even caught you

staringoncewhenIwaschanging.”Itapmyfingeronhernose.She’slikemy
little sister, and I would do anything for her. “Mouth hanging open, catching
flies.”

“Idon’tknowwhereyourhandshavebeen,sopleasedon’ttouchme.”She

swatsmyhandaway,laughing.

“You’rewantedontheset,Liam.”
Ishakemyhead.It’sgotime.“Let’sgetthisshitoverwith.Mygirliswaiting

formeathome.”

Sitting in the back of the limo on my way home, I’m counting down the
minutes. It’s only been two days, but I’ve missed her something crazy. I can’t
waittogetmyhandsonher.I’mtemptedtomakethatprettylittleassredfor
denyingourrelationship.

Justthethoughtofherasshasmycockstirringtolife,andIclosemyeyes,

thinkingaboutherandthemomentIfoundoutshewouldonlyeverbemine.

TheminutemyfingerfoundheropeningandIpushedinside,Iknewshewas

avirgin.ShewassofuckingtightIcouldn’tevengetmyfingerallthewayin.

“Sofuckingwetandtight,babe.”Icontinuedmyassaultonhercunt,slowly

movingindeeperanddeeper.

“Liam,”shesaid,almostbreathless.“Ishouldtellyousomethingbeforeyou

keepgoing.”ShetriedtotalkwhileIappliedalittlebitofpressureonherclit.
“I’mavirgin.”Thosewordsstoppedmemid-thrust.“Pleasedon’tstop.Please,
Iwantthis.Iwantitwithyou.”

Itookmyfingerout,anddisappointmentcrossedoverherface.Shebrought

herarmsuptocoverherself,butIhaltedhermovementbeforeshecouldtotally
blockherselfofffromme.

Ipickedherup,throwingherovermyshoulder.“ThereisnowayI’mfucking

doing this on your couch your first time.” I walked straight to her bedroom,
whereIthrewherontothebed.

“Showmethatpussy,baby,”Isaidwhiletoeingoffmyshoes.“Letmeseemy

prize.” I undid the button of my jeans and dragged my pants down. I’d never

wornunderwear,soshedidn’thavetowaitlongtoseemycock.

Theminutesheeyedme,shegaspedoutloud.“Thatisnotgoingtofit,Liam.

Jesus,howcanyouwalk?”

I tugged my cock twice. I’m lucky to be very well endowed. Not only is my

dickbig,butitcurvesjustalittletohitthatG-spoteachandeverytime.God
obviouslyknewIwoulddogreatthingswithit.

“It’llfit,baby,butwegottogetyouallwarmedupfirst.Youknowhowwe’re

goingtodothat?”Iwasstillstrokingmycockwhileshewatched,andthelittle
minxlickedherlipswhilelisteningtome.“I’mgoingtoeatthatfuckingpussy
tillyoucan’tcomeanymore.Likeit’sthelastthingIgettodointhislife.You
readyforme,baby?”

Shepressedherkneestogether.Iknewshewantedsomerelief.Ireachedout,

pullingherlegsapart.

“You come on my tongue, my fingers, or my cock. I own this pussy now,” I

growled, and she groaned in frustration. I didn’t wait for her to say anything
elsebeforeIdovefacefirstintothesweetestfuckingpussyI’veevertasted.

I attacked her cunt fast and furiously, knowing it wasn’t going to take long

forhertocome.I’dalreadywarmedheruponthecouch.

Ilickedheruponceandbitherclitsoftlywhilefinger-fuckingher.Islidin

easier,nowthatshewasreadiedalittle.

Herhandswerepullingatmyhair,pushingmyfacedeeperintoherpussy.I

knew she was close, my finger being squeezed so tight I was having serious
thoughts that my cock really wouldn’t fit in. But right before I knew she was
going to come, I pushed another finger inside, rubbing her soft G-spot at just
therightangle,andherassshotoffthebedasshecameallovermyface.

“That’s one,” I said, not going any gentler on her while she was coming. I

putanotherfingerinher.Isuckedherclitdeepintomymouth,theassaulttoo
muchforherasherkneesgaveway,collapsingoneachsideofher.

“Rollthosenipples,pinchthem.It’llmakeyoufeelgood,baby.”
“I can’t go on. It’s too much!” She thrashed her head, and I knew she was

comingagain.Thistime,Ididn’tgogentle.Irammedmyfingersintoherata
crazyspeed,notgivingherachancetocatchherbreath.

WhenIknewshehadriddenitout,shewaslikealimpnoodleinthemiddle

ofthebed.Ilefther,goingtomypantsandtakingoutmycondoms.Onlythree,

sinceIdidn’tknowifIcouldmakethislastlong.

Thethoughtofbeingtheonlyoneinsidehercuntmademewanttoshootoff

likeatwelve-year-oldkidwithaVictoria’sSecretcatalog.

She finally opened her eyes in time to see me roll the condom on my cock.

“Liam,Iwantyou.Promiseyouwon’tstop,nomatterhowmuchithurts.”

“Nothing is going to tear me away from this pussy. Nothing.” I was on my

kneesinfrontofher,andIpushedhersbacktomakesuresheopenedwidefor
me. I ran my cock down her slit till it was coated with enough of her juices
beforepointingitatherentrance,pushinginalittle.Fuck,shewastight.

RightbeforeIcanthinkofanythingelse,thecarcomestoastopandIlook

up.Finallyhome.

Skylar looks over at me. “Perhaps you should take a minute to clear your

thoughts?Idon’tthinkthefirsttimeyoumeetherfatheryoushoulddoitwitha
hard-on. I mean, I’m not an expert, but I don’t figure that will go well.” She
pointstomycockthatisstrainingtogetout.

Fuck, this isn’t good. “Get out of the car, Skylar, and stall them for a

minute.”

“Oh, good, you’re a minute man. I guess the press was right about one

thing?”

“Now!”Ibark.
Shegetsoutofthecarwithoutsayinganythingelse.Irubmyhandsovermy

face and think about the woman inside waiting for me, think about those
picturesgoingaroundofhernaked,andknowingshemustbescaredasshit.

When I make my way out of the limo, I scan to make sure the paparazzi

aren’t heading into the house right behind Skylar, and I wonder what to do. I
havenoideahowtoreallyhandlethissituation.

I don’t have long to think about it, because the minute I step foot in my

livingroom,IrunintoEmmaandmyarmswraparoundher.

“Baby,areyouokay?”ThatisallIgetoutbeforeshesobsagainstmychest.
Myvisiongoesred,andmyonlythoughtisaboutprotectingher.

Ibreakdownandburymyfaceagainsthischest,clingingtohim.Idon’tknow
ifit’sstressorthefactI’mmentallyandphysicallyexhausted,butallIwantto
doiscrawlinsideofhimandlethimtakecareofme.

“Baby,takeabreathformeandcalmdown,”hesaysquietly,andItry,really

try,todojustthat,butanothersobclimbsupmythroat.Thenhe’sliftingmeup
into his strong arms and walking with me tucked against him. I hear my dad
behindusaskwherewearegoing,andthenhegrowlssomethingatsomeone
aboutlettinghimby.IshouldstopactinglikeanidiotandtellmydadI’mokay,
butthestupidtearsjustwon’tstoplongenoughformetoeventakeabreath.

“Is she going to be okay?” I hear a woman ask, and I try to lift my head,

whenhishandwrapsaroundmyneck,keepingmeinplace.

“She’llbefine.Godealwithherdadforme.”
“HisnameisPhilandmymotherisLouise,”Itellthemboth
“Youdon’tpaymeenoughforthiscrap,”thewomangrumbles,makingme

evenmorecuriousbeforewestartmovingagain,andthenIhearadoorclose
as I’m laid down on a soft bed, the softest bed in the whole world, as Liam
looksdownatme.Imissedhim.IknewImissedhim,buthavinghim,hisscent,
his body pressing into mine, I know I really missed him and was lying to
myselfaboutbeingabletostayawayfromhim.

Hishandsholdmyfacegentlyashiseyesroamoverme.“Calm,Em.You’re

safe.” Pulling in one shaky breath after another, I eventually relax enough to
takeanormalbreath.“Whydidn’tyoutellmewhathappenedtoyou?”heasks,
andIturnmyheadawayfromhim.

“Maybeforthesamereasonyoukeptmeinthedarkaboutwhoyoureally

are,”Ireplywithashrug.

“Youshouldhavetoldme.”
“Why,whatgoodwouldithavedone?”Itwistaroundtoglareathim.
“Iwouldhavebeenmorecareful,baby.Iwould—”
“Would you have told me who you are?” I ask snidely, and his face dips

towardmine.

“Iwouldhavetakenbettercareofyou.”
“Butwouldyouhavetoldmewhoyouare?”Irepeat,becomingangry.
“Probablynot.”
Buckingmybody,Itrytogethimtomove,onlytohavehishandsgrabhold

ofmywristsandpinthemtothebedaboveme.

“Stop.You’regoingtohurtyourself,”hebarks,andIleanup,hissinginhis

face.

“Getoffofme.”
“Notfuckinghappening.”
“Getoffmenow.”
“No,”hesnarls,leaninginandnippingmyneckhardenoughtosting,and

mybodystillsasmyclitpulses.

“I’mnotsharingyouwiththeworld.You’remineandonlymine.I’vegiven

themme.Theycan’tfuckinghaveyou.”

“Toolate!Becauseofyou,everyonethinkstheyknowaboutme!”Iscream

inhisface.

Hismouthcrashesdownonmine,stealingmybreath.Histeethnipmylip,

andmymouthopensonagasp.Thenhereallykissesme,takingeverylastbit
ofwillpowerIhavefrominsideme.

Pullinghismouthaway,Iwhimperasherestshisforeheadtomine.“You’re

mine,Emma,allofyou.Everypieceofyouismine,andtheyarenotfucking
gettinganymorethanthey’vealreadygotten.Idon’tcareifIhavetolockyou
away.Theydon’tgetanotherpieceofyoufromhereonout.”

“Liam.” I close my eyes, wishing it were that simple, wishing he had that

kindofpower,butIknowhedoesn’t.Iknowthatoncerumorsstart,theylive
onforever.

“Nowtellmewhathappenedtoyou.”
“No.”

“You’resafewithme.Pleasetellme.”
“I’msureyouheard.”
“Isawanarticle.Ididn’treadit.Iwantedyoutobetheonetotellme.”
“Fine,getoffmeandI’lltellyou.”
“I’mnotmoving,baby.IwantyoutoknowI’mrightherewhenyoutellme

andthatI’mnotgoinganywhere,nomatterwhatyousay.”

“Youbelievethem?”Myeyesslideclosed.
“Youwereavirgin,Em,soIknowwhatevertheyhaveisbullshit.Istillwant

toknowwhathappened.”

“Fine.” I grit my teeth, knowing he’s not going to give up. “I was sixteen

when my dad moved us to Idaho. When we got there, my parents thought a
goodwayformetomakefriendswouldbebymejoiningtheyouthgroup.I
did,andIreallylovedit.Oneoftheyouthpastorswasthemayor ’sson.Hewas
coolandfunnyandeasytotalkto,”Isay,andhenods.

“Hewasstalkingme,”Iconfesssoftly,feelingmychestcompress.“Ididn’t

know it. I had no idea, but my dad started to feel funny about how much
attention he was paying me. When my dad confronted him, he denied
everything and then made up lies. He told everyone I seduced him and that I
was obsessed with him. Everyone believed him. He was married, the youth
pastor,themayor ’sson,andeveryonelikedhim.Whywouldtheybelieveme
over him? Especially when his wife confirmed his story and a tape came out
showinghimandmetogether.OnlyIknowitwasn’tmeonthetapewithhim.”

“I’mgonnakillhim.”
“My dad couldn’t leave his job. They wouldn’t let him transfer, so I was

forcedtostayinthattownfortwomoreyearsuntilIgraduatedandmovedto
London.IthoughtIleftitallbehindme.Nooneknewme.Nooneknewwhat
happened.IwasjustEmma,thegirlfromtheUS.Untilyou.”

“You did nothing wrong, and the world will know it after I deal with this

bullshit,”hestatesfirmly,andIstarttopanic,pushingathimandtryingtoget
himoffofme.

“No!”
“What if he’s done the same thing to other girls?” he asks, and I press my

lipstogether.I’vethoughtaboutthatalot,probablytoomuch,wonderingifhe
didittoanyoneelse,destroyedanyoneelse.

“Hehaskidsnow.Idon’twanttohurtanyone.Ijustwantittogoaway.”
“What am I going to do with you?” His eyes move over my head and his

headshakes.“HowdidIendupfallinginlovewiththemoststubbornwoman
intheworld?”heasksthewall,andmyheartpoundswildly.

IjusttoldherIloveherandsheclosedhereyes.“Baby,”Ibreathe,lettinggo
ofherwrists.

“I don’t feel well, Liam.” She puts her hand against her mouth and shoves

meoffwithherfreeonebeforesherushesoffthebedandintothewashroom,
whereshethrowsup.

IpickupmyphoneandcallSkylarwhileIfallontomykneesnexttoher.
“What’sup?”
“Getmeadoctornow!Emmaissick.”Idon’tevenwaitforhertoanswer.I

tossmyphoneontothevanityandrubherbackwhileshedryheavesintothe
toilet. Grabbing a small towel out of the closet, I wet it with warm water and
thenfillaglassupforher.

“Howlonghaveyoubeensick?”
“Idon’tknow.I’vebeennauseatedoffandonforaweek,butIfigureditwas

nerves.Ithastobeallthisstress.”Shespitsoutsomewaterandthensitsdown
onthefloor.Gatheringherintomyarms,Ipickherupandcarryheroutofthe
bathroomandacrosstheroomtomybigking-sizebed.

“Stop fretting over me. I’m fine now,” she says once I place her in the

middleofthebed.Ileanovertoseeifshe’shot,discoveringsheisn’t.

There’s a knock at the door, which aggravates me. I haven’t had her to

myselflongenough.“Whatisit?”Ibarkatwhoeveritisatthedoor.

“I’ll come in. Thanks for offering.” Skylar walks in with Emma’s father,

Nion,andBrutus,myotherbodyguard.

“Isitafuckingparty?Mygirlissick!”
“Calmdown.Jesus.Ijustcalledthedoctor.He’llbehereinfifteenminutes.

He’salsochargingextraforitbeingonsuchshortnotice.”

“I don’t give a shit,” I tell her. Like I’m struggling for cash. I made $24

milliononmylastmovie,plusroyalties.

“Oh, God. Now I feel even worse,” Emma groans from behind me on the

bed.

“Honey, what’s the matter? I knew you looked pale.” Her father moves in

closely,touchinghercheek,andonlybecauseit’sherfatherIdon’twanttorip
hisarmoff.

“Oh my God, I’m fine. I was just nauseous, and this traveling and all the

stresstookatollonme.”

“Can you be pregnant?” Leave it to fucking Skylar to drop the biggest

fuckingbombever,rightinfrontofEmma’sdad.

Emma’s face goes paler than she was, and she was a fucking ghost before.

“Baby”—I get on the bed with her, putting my hand protectively on her
stomach—“couldyoube?”

Herfacegoesfromwhitetopinkassheturnstoherfather,whoislooking

atmewithadeathglare.Hebettergetusedtoit.I’mgoingtobeheretillthe
end.

“Liam,”shehissesatme,“weusedprotection.Andcanwenotdiscussthisin

frontofmydad?”

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but condoms are only 98% effective,

and knowing super cock here, his sperm probably broke through,” Skylar
pipesin.

“You’refired!”Ishoutather,andsherollshereyesatme.
“Okay, everyone, let’s stop hovering over Emma like she’s dying and go

wait for the doctor downstairs.” Skylar shoos everyone toward the door and
outoftheroom.

“Bytheway,Iquit.”Sheslamsthedoorclosed.
Damnwomanalwayshastohavethelastword.
“Whoisthat?”EmmaasksasIrubherstomach.
“She’smyassistant.You’lllearntoloveher.”
Frowning,shepointsatthedoor.“Shejustquit.”
“Shequitsatleasttentimesaday.So,issheright?Couldyoubepregnant?”
Irubherbelly,reallyhopingtoGodthatmychildisinher.Thethoughtof

hercarryingmykidgetsmycocksohard,knowingshe’llonlybemine.

“Liam, we used condoms. You put them on yourself.” She moves my hand

offherbelly.

“NotwhenIfuckedyouintheshowerandyoudidn’twanttoletmycockgo

to put one on. I believe you said, ‘If you don’t fuck me now, I’m doing it
without you.’ Never fucked so hard in my life. The way you came on my
cock…”Ireachdownandrepositionmycockbeforeitsuffocates.

“Thatwasonetime.”Shefinallysitsup.“Anditwasalsothefifthtimethat

day.Surely,youdidn’thavethatmanyswimmersleft?”

“IcamesofuckinghardwhenIfeltyourtight,wetpussyonmycock.Itwas

probablyarecord.”

“OhmyGod.”Shecovershermouthandrunsforthebathroomagain,andI

follow,kissinghershoulder.Sheglaresoveratme.“YoureallythinkIcould
bepregnant?”

“Ifit’snotnow,it’snextmonth,”Itellher,rightwhenthereisaknockonthe

door.

“That’sprobablythedoctor.Let’sgofindout,shallwe?”

“Youmaywanttositdown,dear,”thedoctorsays,andIturnmyglaretohim.
Heholdsuphishandsinfrontofhim.“Thestressisn’tgoodforthebaby.”

Liammovestowardme,andIpickupthelampfromthebedsidetableand

getreadytotossitathim—thesamewayIdidtheremotefortheTVandthe
iPadthatweresittingtherebefore.“Putdownthelamp,Emma.”

“Icannotbelieveyoutoldmydad!”Ishout,andhetakesastepcloserthen

carefullytakesthelampfrommygrasp,placingitbackinitsspot.

“He would have found out eventually. It’s not exactly something you can

hideforever.Besides,I’mnotgoingtohideitfromhimoranyoneelse.”

“Areyousurethetestisaccurate?”Iask,turningtolookatthedoctor.
He smiles. “The three you requested all came up positive, so my

professionalopinionisyes,”hereplies,goingtohisbagthatissittingonthe
bedandrummagingthroughit.

“It’sgoingtobeokay,”Liamstates,andIlookatmydad,whoissprawled

outonthefloor,stillunconscious,andthenturnmyeyesbackonhim,raising
abrow.“He’llwakeup.”

“Now what the hell happened?” the woman, Skylar, asks, coming into the

roomfollowedbymymom.

Igroan.God,killmenow.
“OhmyGod,whathaveyoudonetomyhusband?”Momshriekswhenshe

sees him, dropping to her knees at his side opposite the doctor, who is now
holdingoutasmalltubeinfrontofmydad’snose.

“Hepassedout,”Liamgrumbles,lookingaroundtheroomateveryone.
“Whydidhepassout?”Momcries,andIswingmyheadtoLiam.

“Don’tyoudaresayit,”Ihiss.
HesmileslikeI’mcutethenannouncestoeveryone,“Emma’spregnantwith

mybaby.”

“Oh,shit,”Skylarmumblesasmymom’seyeswidenbeforeshepassesout

onthefloornexttomydad.

“Isaiddon’tsayit!”Iyell,tossingmyhandsintheair,andSkylarlaughsas

thedoctorshakeshishead,frowningatbothmyparents.

“I told you I’m not keeping it a secret,” he states, grabbing me around the

waistandpickingmeuplikeIweighnothing.

“Putmedownrightnow.”
“No.”Hehugsmecloserandstepsovermyunconsciousparents.“Youneed

torest.Yousaidsoyourselfthatyou’retired.”

“Are you insane? My parents are passed out on your bedroom floor!” I

shriek,tryingtogetoutofhisgrasp,whichispointless,sincehe’sasstrongas
tenmen.

Ignoring me, he carries me out of the room and down the hall, opening

anotherdoorandtakingmeinside.Hesettlesmeonthebedthat’sinthecenter
oftheroom.

“StayherewhileIdealwithyourparents,”heorderscalmly.
I glare at him and try to get off the bed, only to have his mouth on mine,

stealingallofmybraincellsalongwithanyrationalthoughtsImighthavehad.
Climbing onto the bed, he covers my body with his and whips my shirt off
overmyhead,makingmemoandownhisthroat.

“Liam.” I press my head back into the pillow as his hands slide behind my

backandhedeftlyremovesmybra.“Yes.”Ipullinabreathbetweenmyteeth
ashisfingersrunovermyhardnipples.“Don’tstop,”Ibegashishandsmove
downmywaist.Thenmyyogapantsalongwithmypantiesaregone,andsois
he.

“Stay,”hegrowls,panting,andittakesmeasecondtogetmybrainworking

torealizeI’mnownakedandhehasallmyclothes.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, trying to speak calmly, because he’s

obviouslylosthisdamnmind.

Moving his eyes over me, he adjusts his very evident erection. “You need

rest. Stay here, and I’ll bring your clothes back once I have your parents

settled.”

“I’m going to kill you,” I growl, and he grins, giving me a wink before

turningandcarryingmyclotheswithhimoutoftheroomasheshutsthedoor
behindhim.

Plopping back onto the bed, I look up at the ceiling and rub my hand over

mystomach.“Itwillbeokay.Thingsaren’tnormallythisinsane.Hopefullyby
thetimeyougethere,wewillhavesomesenseofnormal,”Iwhisperandlook
around.

Thereisnodresser,soIgetoffthebedandstarttosearchforacloset,only

findingasmallbathroom.IknowIcouldwrapmyselfinasheetandleavethe
room,butifI’mbeinghonestwithmyself,Idon’tthinkI’mreadytofacemy
parents.Soinsteadofdoingthesmartthing,Icrawlbackintobedandclosemy
eyes,fallingasleepbeforeIeventry.

By the time I get back to her parents, they are both sitting up in the room,
sippingwaterSkylarhadgottenforthem.IgiveSkylarachinup.SheknowsI
needaminutewiththemprivately.

“You got her pregnant?” Emma’s mother whispers. “How will she ever

moveonfromthisnow?Withachild?”Sheshakesherhead,crying.Herfather
reachesover,tryingtocomforther.

“Moveon?Louise,forgiveme,butthereisnofuckingwayshe’smovingon

unlessI’mwithher.”I’mpissedthattheythinkI’mlettinghergo.“Maybewe
should get a couple of things straight. One, I love your daughter, with
everythingthatIam.Two,I’mgoingtomarryher.Iwouldmarryhertodayif
she would let me. But with her being tired and sick, I’m going to give her a
coupleofdays.ButIwanttobemarriedbySaturday.”

“That’sinfivedays,”herfathersayswithwide,startledeyes.
“It’smorethanenoughtime,Phil.Youthrowmoneyinthereandwecould

probablydoitinsixhours.ButIknowshewouldwanttogoshoppingfora
weddingdresswithhermother.Now,becauseeveryoneknowswhosheis,we
are going to have the dresses brought here. You can use the game room for
that.”

“Youaregoingtohaveweddingdressesbroughthere?”Louiseasks.
“Yes,andifshedoesn’tfindanything,I’llhiresomeonetomakeherone.I

don’tcarewhatshewearsaslongasshewalksdownthataisle.NowthatI’ve
letyouknowwhatishappening,I’mgoingtogolookaftermywoman.Ifyou
needanything,Skylarwillbehereallnight.”

I don’t wait for a response. Instead, I turn around and head straight to the

guestroom.

The minute I open the door and see her lying there, my cock wakes up. It

feels like it’s been forever since I’ve tasted her. Making my way over to the
bed,Iturnheronherback.Sheissotiredthatshedoesn’tevenwake.OnceI
haveherlegsspreadwide,Iexpecthertowakeup,butinstead,shejustsighs
andsinksherheadfartherintothepillow.

I open her pussy lips, her bald, beautiful center greeting me as it glistens.

Herkneesfallsideways,makingheropenforme,andmymouthwaters.

Irunmyfingerthroughherfolds,straightuptoherclitthatisstartingtoget

puffyandredlikealittlegem.Ipullmyfingerawayandherstickinesscomes
offwithit,makingmegroan.Myerectionfightstogetoutandpoundintoher,
but I lick her juices from my finger and take off my jeans. My cock head is
purpleit’ssoswollen.Heknowshe’sclosetohishome.Ifistmyshaftinmy
hand,pullingittwice,threetimes.Ithrowmyheadback,knowingifIcontinue
I’mgoingtocomealloverher.ButI’mnotreadynow.

Getting on my stomach, I align my face with her pussy. Her smell is

intoxicating. I lean in, licking from her entrance right up to her clit, where I
circleitwiththepointofmytongue.Irepeatitthreetimes,andbythenherclit
is swollen, so I nip it gently and her hips rise instinctively. Her juices are
runningdownherass,makingthebedsheetwet.Mygirlfuckingloveshaving
herpussyeaten,evenwhileshesleeps.

On the fourth lick, I slip my tongue inside her. I’m tongue-fucking her

slowly while my thumb strokes her clit in soft little circles. She’s so close to
coming in her sleep. I look up and see her lids lazily blink open. She looks
downonme,hereyesalreadyhazedoverwithneed.

Her hands snake into my hair and she bucks up to get me to go deeper.

“Liam.”

Mynameonherlipsdrivesmecrazy,andImovemyfaceside-to-side.The

whiskersofmyday-oldbeardpinchher.Imovemyhanddownandenterher
withtwofingerswhilemymouthsucksherclitdeepintomymouth.

She forces my face harder against her. “Liam, I want to come. It’s been so

long.Please,makemecome.Makemefeelgood.”

Herbeggingsendsmeovertheedge.Iwanttobegentle,butfuck,sheneeds

metomakehercome.Myfinger-fuckingpicksupspeed.Slammingintoher,

themomentIpullout,Icurlmyfingersup,touchingherG-spot.IknowIhit
thespotthesecondshebucksupagain,cryingout.

“Shh,baby,youdon’twantyourparentstoknowI’mfuckingtheirgirl.This

isjustforme.”Ibitedownonherclitagainwhileaddingmypinkyinherass.
Shewassoadamantaboutmenevertouchingherthere,butshe’smine.All of
herisminetodowithasIplease.

I thrust two fingers into her pussy and one in her ass, and I use my other

handtoholdherclitdownwhileItalktoher.Shelovesmydirtytalk.

“Thisismypussy,right?”
Herjuicesrundownmyhand,herheadthrashingfromlefttoright.
“Toomuch,Liam.Toomuch,sofull.”
“Not yet, baby, but you will be. I’m going to sink into this wet pussy after

youcome.Slowly,inch-by-inch,I’mgoingtofuckyou.”Myfingersarebeing
squeezed so hard it’s making it difficult to move in and out. She is so close,
andIfinallygivein.

“Come,baby.ComeonmyfingerssoIcanfuckyouwithmycock.I’mso

hard for you. I almost came on your pussy while you slept. I played with my
cockwhileyouweresleepingwhileIlookedatyourwetpussybeggingforme
tofuckit.”Mycockisabouttoexplodeonthebed.“ComeformesoIcanfuck
you.You’rerightthere.Ifeelyousqueezingme.Comeon,baby.Ifyouwant
mycock,yougottacomeonmyfingersfirst.”

That is all it takes before she throws her head back, arching her back and

comingallovermyhand.Hercumrunsdownmypalm.Justbeforesheridesit
allout,Imakeittomykneesandinchmycockinsideher.

“Ah!”sheyells,andmakingsureshedoesn’tgetanylouder,mymouthshuts

herup.Mytongueinvadeshermouthasherhipstrytogetmeindeeperand
deeper. Slowly, inch-by-inch, I’m finally inside her, right down to my balls.
Sheissowetthey’renowcoveredinherjuices.

“Shh,baby,nottooloud.”
“More,harder,Liam.Comeonandmove,”shebegs.
“Gonnagoslowforthebaby.”Igentlypumpintoher.
“Idon’twantitslow.Iwantithard.Please,Liam.Giveittomehard.”
Fuck. That is all it takes for me to pull out then slam into her. Her body

movesup,herheadsmashingtheheadboard.

Ican’tgetintoherenough,herinnerwallsfeellikevelvet,andIwouldbe

happytojustliveinsideherpussy.

ShepullsherlegsbacksoIcansinkdeeper.Thesoundofourskinslapping

togethergrowslouderthanhermoans,andI’mpastcaringwhatanyonehears.

“Thispussyismine,allmine.Cameinsideyou.Putmybabyinyou.Noone

willevergettofeelthispussybutme.”

“Yes,Liam,allyours.Comeinmeagain.Iwantyourcuminme.”
“Greedy pussy. Want my cum to leak down your legs while you stand. I’m

going to be hard all night knowing you are sitting there with my cum inside
you.Fuck.I’mgoingtocomesohard.”TheminuteIfinishtalking,sheclamps
herteetharoundmynipplewhileshecomessohardIcan’tmovemycockout
ofherpussy.I’mplantedtotheroot,andit’sallIcantakebeforeIshootoff,
pumpingmycumbersomeinsideher.ImoveinlittlethrustswhileIcontinueto
orgasm.WhenIknowshe’sdonecoming,Iturnover,bringingherwithmeso
she’sontopofme,mycockstillinherpussy.

“Idon’tknowifweareevergoingtomakeitdownstairstonight.Ineedto

fuckyouagain.”

“Umm…wejustfinished.”Shesitsup,herkneesoneithersideofmyhips.I

reachup,movinghermessyhairaside.Hertitspointoutandarealittlebigger.
Icupherinmyhands,rollinghernippleswithmythumbs.

Herhandsholdheruponmyabs,mycockwakinguponcemore.
“Ifuckedyou.Nowit’stimeyoufuckme.Andthewayyourpussyjustwent

tightonme,I’mgoingtoletyoudoallthework.”

“Idon’tknowifIcan.You’resodeeplikethis.”
“Baby,fuckmycock.Makeityours.”
“Liam,youputababyinme.Whatarewegoingtodo?”
“I’mgoingtoputababyinyoueverychanceIget.Getready,Em,because

youaregoingtobepregnantsomuchyouwon’tevenrememberatimewhen
my baby wasn’t in you. Oh, and we’re getting married on Saturday. Now
enoughtalk.Fuckyourfuturehusband.Makemecome.”

Shestills,notmoving.“Whatdoyoumeanwe’regettingmarried?”

Istaredownintohisbeautifuleyes,atacompleteloss.Married?I’mhalfway
surehe’scrazy,butapartofmelovesthefacthewantstomakemehiswife.

NotthatI’mgoingtotellhiscrazyassthat.
“Wearenotgettingmarried,”Isay,liftinghighandsinkingdownontohis

long,thicklength,moaningashisfingersdigintomyhips.

“Wearegettingfuckingmarried,”hegrowls,liftingmeupandpullingme

rightbackdown,takingovermymovementsandnotgivingmeaninchtoeven
rollmyhips.

“We’renot,”Irepeat,tryingtomove,onlytohavehimflipmetomyback

andprowlswiftlydownmybodyuntilhisfaceislevelwithmypussy,hiseyes
allIcansee.

“IguessI’lljustusethistimetoconvinceyouotherwise.”Heraisesabrow

thenburieshisfacebetweenmylegs.

My breath leaves on a loud whoosh as his tongue touches my clit and two

thickfingersthrustintomystilltenderpussy.“Stop!Ican’ttakeanymore.”I
attempttopushhimaway,andhishandslatchontomywrists,whichheforces
betweenmyspreadthighs,leavingmecompletelyopentohimandhistorture.

“Sayyou’llmarryme,”hesnarlsagainstmyclit,nippingit.
“No,”Ihiss,tryingtobreakfreefromhishold,causinghishandstotighten

andhistonguetomovefasterinandoutofmethenupandaroundmyclit.

“Tellmeyou’llfuckingmarryme,”hebarks,andmyeyesopentomeethis.
Thelookintheirbeautifuldepthsmakesmybreathhitch.“Liam,”Ibreathe

ashegoesbacktoeatingme,givingmeeverythingwhileabsolutelynothingat
all.“Pleaseletmecome.”Istarttopanic,thefeelingscoursingthroughmetoo

muchtobear.

“Fuckingtellmenow!”heroars.
“Yes!I’llmarryyou!”
Pulling my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicks over it and I come on a

scream,andthebiggestorgasmhe’severgivenmetakesovermybodyfrom
headtotoe,makingmefeellikeI’veleftmyselfcompletely.BeforeI’vemade
it back down to earth, his body is covering mine and his hot, thick cock is
filling me so full that it’s almost painful. So full I feel him in my belly with
eachandeverymanicthrust.

“Fuck,you’retoowetandtoogoddamntight.Idon’twanttohurtyou.”
“You feel good. Please harder,” I pant, scraping my nails down his back,

wrappingmylegsaroundhiswaist,pullinghimcloser,andneedingmoreof
him.Slidinghishanddownmystomach,hisfingersfindmyclitandrollover
itashisheadbendsandhislipslatchontomynipple,pullingitintohismouth,
andlettingitgowithaloudpop.“Icannotwaituntilyourtitsarefullofmilk.”

“Liam—”
“Untilyou’reswollenwithourson.”
“Girl,”Imoanasmyheadarchesbackintothepillow.
“What?”Histhrustspickuptheirtempo,makingithardtofocus.
“Couldbeagirlandnotaboy,”Ipantashisbodystills,andthenheslams

intomehard.

“Nogirls,”hegrowls,thrustingharderandfasterthanbefore,andIsmileat

howdamncrazyheisandcryoutwhenhisfingersflickovermyclitinsync
withhisthrusts.“Giveittome.Letmefeelyoufloodmycock.Letmefeelyou
come all over me.” As if he is the commander of my body, I come hard, so
hardIswearIpassoutforamoment.

“I love you,” I breathe without thinking once I come back to myself, and I

feelhimgofromsemi-hardtomarble.

“Fuck,Ineedtofuckyouagain.”Hedropshisforeheadtomineandstarts

thrustingonceagain.Bythetimehe’sdone,bothofushavecometwicemore.

“Baby,wakeup.”

“Goaway,Liam.I’mnothavingsexwithyouanymore.Myvaginahurts,”I

mumble into my pillow, feeling his body shake behind me. I sit up quickly
whenhelaughsloudly.

“Baby,yourmomishere.”
“Mom,” I breathe, blinking at her standing in the doorway with a—oh my

God—afreakingsmileonherface!

“Iswear,child,youwereputonthisearthtodragmetothegrave.”Sherolls

hereyesandthencutsthedistancebetweenus.Onceshe’sclose,sherestsher
handagainstmycheek.“Howareyoufeeling?”

“I’m…I’mokay.”Ituckthesheetuparoundme.
“I’m going to be a grandmother. Can you believe that?” she asks, and I

smile.

“Ican’t.I’m…I’mstillcomingtotermswithit.”
“IhavetosayIwasalittleupset,butnowthatIthinkaboutit,I’mgoingto

bethebestlookinggrandmother.SherrillandTammywillbeoldbythetime
theyaregrandmas.Notme,I’minmyprime.I’lllookgoodinphotosandbe
abletochasethelittleprincessaround.”

“Prince,”Liamgrowls.
Mymom’seyesgotohim.“Princess.”
Heleansforward,andIputmyhandtohischest.“Ihatetobetheonetotell

youthis,honey,butguysdeterminethesexofababy.You’reanactionmovie
superstar,andthemoretestosteroneaguyhas,themorelikelyheistoproduce
agirl.Soyouarejustgoingtohavetocometotermswiththat..”

“Tellmeshe’slying.”
“Liam—”
“Tellmeshe’slying.”
“She’snotlying.”
“Oh,God.”Hefallstohisback,coveringhisface.“Ican’thaveadaughter.I

cannothaveagirl.DoyouknowhowmuchkarmaIhavecomingbackatme?”
heasks,andmymomlooksfromhimtome,rollinghereyes,andthengrabs
myhand.

“We’regoingweddingshopping.GetdressedandI’llmeetyoudownstairs

in the kitchen.” With that, she leans in kissing my cheek and looks at Liam

again, who is still talking to himself, before she exits the room, leaving me
alonewithhim.

“Liam,Idon’tknowifIwanttogooutshopping.”Shelooksatmeonceher
motherclosesthedoor.

Thesheetthatwascoveringherfalls,showingmehertits,whichtomelook

fuller, her nipples a little darker. I walk over to her and bend, running my
tongueoverherbottomlipbeforeslidingthewetnessoffwithmythumband
draggingitacrosshernipple.

“Nomore,Liam.Ineedabreak.”
“Baby,Ineedyou.Mycockneedsyou.Justlookingatyou,yourtitshanging

so full. Nipples so tight. I can’t hold back.” And I don’t. I lean in, sucking a
nipple deep inside my mouth. Her head rolls back, her legs spread apart,
givingmefullaccesstoherpussy.Herlipsareswollenpink.Mycumleaksout
alittle,andmixingwithherwetness,IknowIcansliderightin,butshe’ssore.
I’m going to have to pace myself. Fuck, if I could live in her pussy, I would.
“Youhurting,baby?Wantmetorunabath,washyou,cleanthatpussy?”Irun
myfingerthroughherfolds,circlingherclitthatisbeggingtobeplayedwith.

“Hmmm” is all she says, and right before I can finger-fuck her, there is a

knockonthedoor.

“Goaway!”Iyell,goingbacktosuckinghertit.
“I’m coming in, so cover up the big boy, Hulk,” Skylar calls, and in that

moment,she’sfuckingfired.

“You’refired!”IyellwhileIcoverupEmma,whoistryingtocovermeup.

Nooneseeswhat’smine.

The door opens, and Skylar saunters in, a notepad in her hand, her cell

phoneintheother.“GoodMorning,Emma.Ihopeyouarefeelingbetterthis

morning.Wedidn’tgetintroducedtoeachotheryesterday,butI’mSkylar.I’m
the reason Jerk Face doesn’t have any white hair yet.” She looks at me and
whispers,“You’rewelcome.”

“Ummm…hi,”Emmasayswhilesheholdsthesheettighttoherchest.
“Theweddingplannerisduehereinanhour.Shewillmeetusinthemedia

room. She will have mockups of the backyard done, as well as flower
arrangements for you to pick. The caterer will be here at 4:00 p.m., and they
willbemakingyouawholeshitloadoffood.Isthereanythingyouareallergic
to?”Skylarasks,peninhand,readytotakenotes.

Emmajustshakesherhead.Imakemywaytotheothersideofthebedand

sitnexttoher.Ifshewasdressed,I’dsitheronmylap,butIjustdragherover
tome,snakingmyhandaroundherstomachandprotectingourson.

“Wearemakingthegameroomintoaweddingboutique.Kayla,whoowns

the best wedding boutique in Beverly Hills, will be sending over like 3,500
dresses, and they will be set up after noon. I think four hours will do, but
worst-case,sheleavesthemhereandcomesbacktomorrow.”Sheswitchesthe
pageover,scribblingmorenotes.

“Since we are planning the wedding in four days, the dress is the main

priority.Hulkovertherealreadyhasamilliontuxesinhisclosethecanwear.”

“Iwanthimtowearanewone.Idon’twantittobeoneheworewithanother

womanonhisarm.”Emmalooksatme.“Youarenotmarryingmewithouta
newtux.Thatismyonlyrequest.”

“Done.Skylar,callGiorgioandtellhimIneedanewone.Baby,whatcolor

didyouwant?”IaskEmma.

“Ummm…black?Idon’tknow,Liam.Youcanchoosethecolor.”Shelooks

atSkylar.“Hecanchoosethecolor.Whenyousaygameroom,isthatwhatthe
storeiscalled?”

Skylar burst out laughing. “No, honey, I mean here, in his game room.

Liam,didyouevenshowheraroundthehousebeforeyoulockedherinthis
room and had your way with her?” Skylar shakes her head. “Such a
Neanderthal.Emma,wewillnotbeleavingthehouseatall.Well,tillSunday,
whenyoutakeoffforyourhoneymoon.”

“Honeymoon?ButIhaveclass.Ihavetogotoclass.Liam,Ican’tgoona

honeymoon.”

Iseethepanicinhereyes.Iknowschoolishertoppriority.Littledoesshe

know is that I contacted the dean and she will be doing all her assignments
from home. The donation for their new library also helped. But her and my
son’ssafetyisthemainthingrightnow.

“I’vetakencareofit.Allyourassignmentsareinyouremailfolder,along

with due dates till the end of the semester. If you don’t hand in one, then we
haveissues,butyourprofessorsagreethatyoursafetyistheirmainconcern,
andsinceyournamehascomeout,thepresshasbeenallovertheschool.It’s
notsafe.”

“Liam!”sheyells,gettingoutofbedanddraggingthesheetwithher.“You

andyourstupidpopularity!”

“He’s ‘Hollywood’s Golden Bad Boy.’” Skylar actually uses quotation

markswithherfingers,eggingheronwhileshesitsdown.

“Ican’tdothisrightnow,”Emmasays,lookingaroundforherclothes.
“That’sfine.Thereisn’ttimeanyway.Peoplewillbeheresoontoputupthe

tents, so I need Liam downstairs to tell me where he wants the altar.” Skylar
getsup,lookingatbothofus.

“By the way, you’re paying me double,” she singsongs, and turns around.

“Oh,Emma,whatsizeshoeareyou?”

“Aseven,why?”
“I saw the most amazing Yves Saint Laurent bridal shoes that will set him

backachunk.Ijustorderedthem,”sheinformsher,winkingatEmmaasshe
walksoutoftheroom.

“Issheforreal?”Emmaasksme,thesheetfalling.
Her body on full display causes my poor neglected cock to wake up. Her

skiniscoveredinbitemarks,hickeys,beardrashes,younameit.Imarkedher
everywhere.

Ishrug.“Idon’tknow.Whocares?Yveswillprobablysendthemforfun,”I

say,walkingtoherandpickingherup.

Shewrapsherlegsaroundmywaist.“Fourdaysandyou’remineforever.”I

kissherneckandshehugsmeback.

“You didn’t even get me a ring,” she pouts, and I throw back my head and

laugh.

“Baby,checkyourfinger.”

Shelooksatherhand.Islippedafive-karatblushpinkdiamondringonher

fingerwhenshewassleeping,aringIboughtforhertheweekwemet.

“Liam,thisishuge.”
“The only thing huge in this room is my cock. Now, it’s time to get you

washedupsoyoucantryonthedresses.”

“Ididn’tsayyes.”
“Ididn’task.I’llfuckingdragyoutothataltar.”
Withthat,Iwalkintothebathroomanddrawherabath.

“Baby, you need to hurry. The wedding planner is waiting,” I tell her while
pullingmywhiteT-shirtovermyhead.IknowhowshelovesitwhenIdressin
aT-shirtandjeans.

She walks out of the bathroom, her cheeks still pink from me eating her

pussy after she relaxed in the bath. “This is your fault,” she says, shimmying
herwayintoawhitelacethongandmatchingbra.

Picking up my phone, I send Skylar a text, letting her know to add those

itemstothelist.

“Whoareyoutexting?”sheasks,comingoutoftheclosetdressedinshorts

andatee.

“I’mtextingSkylarsoshecangetproperunderwearforyoutowearwhen

wearen’ttogether.Andbesides,Idon’tknowifit’sokayforthebaby.”Ilook
uprightwhensheripsmyphonefrommyhands.

“Youarenotsendingyourassistanttogetmepanties,”shehisses,tryingto

erasethetexthealreadysentout.“OhmyGod,Ican’tbelieveyousentherthis.
Idon’tneednewunderwear.”

“Baby,youcan’tgooutinsexythingslikethatwhenI’mnotaround.”Igrab

her, yanking her to me before picking her up. Her feet automatically wrap
aroundmywaist.“Goodgirl,”Imurmur,rightbeforeIdevourhermouth.My
tongueforceshertoopenupformeasmycockwakesupfromtheheatofher
pussy.Igrabherass,pullingherasclosetomeasIcanget.Hermoanechoes
throughtheroom.RightbeforeIthrowheronthebedandfuckherhard,there
isaknockonthedoor.“Goaway!”

“Whythankyou!Yes,wewillcomein,”Skylarcallsassheenterstheroom,

followedbyEmma’s motherandfather. Emmatriesto dislodgeherselffrom
me,butIdon’tlether.

“Putmedown,”shesaysthroughclenchedteeth.
Iputmylipstoherearandwhisper,“IfIputyoudown,yourparentswillsee

mycock.”

“Ummm,I’malmostready.Mom,howaboutyoumeetmedownstairs?I’ve

gottochangemytop.”

Her mother blushes. “Oh, you take your time, dear. Pregnancy comes with

certain…needsandurges.”Sheleansin.“It’snormal.Irememberwithyou,I
didn’t even wait for your father to take off his shoes when he walked in the
house.”

“Ugh, mom, please,” Emma groans while putting her hands over her ears.

“Enough.”

“I’ll bring her downstairs,” Phil states while leading his wife out of the

room.Oncethedoorisclosed,Iletherdown.

“Myparentscan’tsee,butSkylarcan?”sheasksmequietlywhilestandingin

frontofmetoblockmefromSkylar ’sview.

“Oh,youdon’thavetohideitfromme.Sadly,I’veseenitmoretimesthanI

care to admit.” She puts her hand in front of her mouth, stage whispering to
Emma,“Don’tworry.Sizereallydoesn’tmatter.”

“Ha.Ha.Ha.Nicetry,Skylar.Didyougetmytext?”Iinquire.
“Idid,andI’mrejectingit.Ifyour‘babymama’needspanties,shecanask

meherself.”

“Thankyou.”Emmasighswhileturningtomeandgivingmea“takethat”

look.

“Okay, this is fun, but I have the wedding planner already downstairs, so

let’sgetthispartygoing.”

We follow Skylar downstairs to the kitchen where Emma’s parents and a

blonde woman are all sitting around the table in the dining room discussing
plans.

“Oh,Emma,youhavetoseehowbeautifulthiswillbe.Thosewomenatthe

bridge club are going to be so jealous,” her mom gushes, holding up a
wedding bouquet, and Emma smiles at her before turning her attention to
Skylarwhensheintroducesher.

“Emma,thisisSara,theweddingplanner.”
“It’s good to finally meet the woman who snagged the world’s hottest

bachelor,”Sarasays,winkingatme,andEmmarollshereyes.

“Okay, I have to go and meet with security. I’ll see you later, babe.” I lean

downandkissher.Notjustapeck—fuckthat.Iownher,andIwanteveryoneto
know.“Sara,anythingshewants,wemakeithappen,yeah?”Itellthewoman,
rightbeforeItakeofftomeetNion.

Walkingintothelivingroom,IseeNionholdingabouquetofflowersinhis

hands. “Aww, man, you shouldn’t have,” I joke with him, but my laughter is
wipedoffmyfacewhenIseehiseyes.

“Whatisit?”Igrabtheflowersfromhim,reachingforthecardtuckedinto

thebouquet.

“Got delivered about thirty minutes ago. I need you to calm down before

youreadthatcard,”Niontellsme.

Ripping the envelope open, my heart stops beating when I see the words

typedonthecardinside.

IFYOUTHINKSHE’SYOURS,THINKAGAIN.

“I’llberightback,”Iwhispertomymom,whoiscompletelycaughtupinall
the extravagant plans Sara has laid out for the wedding. It’s been three days
since the wedding planning has begun and I’m about ready to run off and
elope.

“Youjustgothere.”
“Iknow,butIhavetogotothebathroom,”Iwhisperoutofthesideofmy

mouth,andthensmileatSarawhenshelooksoveratme.Idoubtthesepeople
talk about things like going to the bathroom or eating food. Everyone seems
fartooperfecttodonormal,everydayhumanthings.

“Goon.”Mompatsmythigh.
Scootingbackfromthetable,Ileavethediningroomandquicklymakemy

waydownonehallafteranother,andthenanother,insearchofthebathroom.
Thehouseisridiculouslylargeforoneguytolivein.Howmanykitchensdoes
someoneneed?Shakingmyhead,Iturndownahallwayandstarttoopenone
doorafteranotherinsearchoftherestroom.PausingwhenIopenoneofthe
doors,Istepinandlookaroundtheroom.

It’s dark, but there are glass display cases lit up, with costumes and props

inside them along with photos. Looking at Liam in one of his superhero
getups, I wonder if I could talk him into wearing it in the bedroom for me.
ThenIwonderhowmanywomenhavefantasizedabouthimintheirbedrooms,
rescuingthemfromanintruderorsavingthemfromafire.It’ssostrangeto
think about him as Roger, a man millions of women recognize, when to me
he’s just Liam. My Liam. The overbearing, absurdly alpha guy I fell in love
with.

Sighing,Iturnforthedoorthenfreeze,feelingalloftheblooddrainfrom

myfaceasmystomachtwistsintoatightball.

“Didyoumissme?”
“What are you doing here?” I whisper while I take a step back away from

Ryan. Ryan, who I thought was my friend. Ryan, who was my youth pastor.
Ryan,whoturnedmytownagainstmeandruinedmylife.Hesmileshissmile
thatlookslikesunshineandhappiness,butIknowbehindthatsmileisdarkness
andevil.

“Isawyouonthenews.ItwaslikeasignfromGodremindingmeofwhat

wehad.AsignfromHimtofinishwhatIstartedallthoseyearsago.”

“We didn’t have anything. You were stalking me,” I retort, taking another

stepbackfromhim,andhetakesonestepcloser.Lookingbehindhimtoward
thedoor,IwonderifIshouldtrytomakeit,butthenheclosesit,trappingme
inhere.Seeingmyonlywayoutclosedoff,panicoverwhelmsme.“Youdon’t
want to do this. The place is surrounded with security,” I warn him, looking
aroundforsomething,anythingIcanuseasaweapon.

“How do you think I got in here?” he asks, reaching into his back pocket.

WatchinghimflipopenhiswalletandshowmeabadgewiththelettersFBIon
it,bilecrawlsupthebackofmythroat.“Now”—hereachesunderhisarmand
pullsoutagun,agunIdidn’tnoticebeforenow—“you’regoingtocomewith
me.”

“Pleasedon’tdothis,”Ipleawhilefightingtheurgetocovermystomach,

where Liam’s and my child is growing. I don’t know what he will do if he
discoversI’mpregnant,andIdon’twanttofindout.

“No,I’mnotlettingyougetawaythistime.Youareoldenoughnowthatno

onecankeepusapart.”

“Youhaveawifeandkids,”Iremindhim,hopingthememoryofhisfamily

willsnaphimoutofthis,whateverthisis.

“Emma!”
HearingmynameshoutedbyLiam,panicfillsmeandmyeyesmovetothe

door.

“Donoteventhinkaboutmakingafuckingsound,”Ryansays,pointingthe

gunatme,andtearsfillmyeyes.“Movetowardthewindowandopenitup.It
lookslikewe’renotleavingthewaywecamein.”

“Please…pleasedon’tdothis.Pleasejustletmego,”Ibeg,butheshakeshis

head,motioningwiththegunformetomovetothewindow.

“Goon.Ifyourboyfriendcomesinhere,Iwillputabulletbetweenhiseyes,

so you might also want to keep quiet,” he suggests, and a sob I can’t control
climbsupthebackofmythroatasIlumberoutthewindow,listeningtoLiam
shoutmynameoverandoveragain.

“Is this a fucking joke?” I glare at my security team, Nion looking like he’s
readytotakemedown,knowingI’mabouttobreakoutinfullonHulkmode.
“I want Emma next to me now,” I growl, and when no one moves, I yell,
“Now!” It’s then everyone scrambles away, each man rushing to make sure
theygetmeEmma.

I run my hands through my hair, the card falling at my feet. I look up at

Nion.“IwantthishousetobelockeddownlikeFortKnox.Iwanteverything
shut down now. No one in or out!” I walk toward where I know Emma is
supposedtobe.

“Liam,thegroundsarefullofpeoplesettingupforthewedding.”Niontries

tokeepupwithmewhileIopenthedoortothediningroom,scanningallthe
peoplesittingaroundthetableandIcomeupempty.

“Emma!”Ishouthernameinapanic,nowrunningthroughthehouse.Sara

opensadoor,comingoutsidewithEmma’sparentsfollowingher.

“Whatisallthenoise?”sheasks,confusedbythelookonourfaces.
“WhereisEmma?”Iaskher,goingintotheroom.
“She went to the bathroom,” her mother says as I walk past them, going

straight to the bathroom door, turning the knob, and opening the door. The
roomisempty,soIstartdownthehall,shovingopendoorafterdoor.

“Whatisgoingon?”IhearherfatheraskNion.
“Someone just sent Liam a threatening note about Emma.” Nion tries to

explainwhilehermothergaspsinshock,herhandgoingtohermouth.

Getting to the door at the end of the hall, it doesn’t open. Barreling into it

withmyshoulder,itstilldoesn’tbudge.“Emma?”Ishoutandampushedaside

byNion,whogivesonehugeshoulderpushandthedoorbustsopen.

Iwalkintotheroomandseenothingandnoone.Thewindowisopenwide,

curtainsblowinginthewind.Leaningmyheadoutside,myeyesscanthelawn.
Iturnaroundfromthewindow.“Closethegateandlockitdown.Nooneinor
outtillwefindEmma,”IorderasIheaddownthehallway,straighttothefront
doorandswingingitopen.

Itlookslikeacircus,trucksontopoftrucksontopoftrucks.Food,flowers,

tents…. The fear that she might get out makes bile rise up my throat. “This
can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.” I spin around in a circle in the
middleofmydriveway.

Turning back, I see Emma’s mom has tears running down her face. “He

cameandtookher,didn’the?”shewhispers,andIbarelyhearit.Herhusband
goestoher,takingherinhisarms.

“Whotookher?”Iask.“Who?”Myvoicegoeshigherthanitshould,Nion

grabbingmyarm.

“Ryan.” Her father ’s voice is tight. “He came to get her. He said he would,

butwejustthoughthewasfullofit.”Heshakeshisheadwhilehecontinuesto
holdhiswife,whoisnowsobbingquietly.

“Iwanteverythingonthisguy,andImeaneverything.Iwanttoknowwhen

he took his last fucking meal.” I turn to Nion, who is already on the phone
talkingtoGodknowswho.

“Wehavefootage,”Skylarcalls,runninguptouswithherphonetoherear.

“Come with me.” We all hurry, following her into the house. “You’re not
goingtolikethis.”Sheturnsdownthehallwayleadingustotheroomwhere
we keep the video surveillance of the grounds. Walking in, I see the two
securityguardsthatusuallywatchthegate.

“Whothefuckiswatchingthegate?”
“It’slockeddown,”oneofthemstuttersout,staringatmewithwideeyes.
“Show him,” Skylar orders, motioning to the screen, and I feel everyone

comeintotheroombehindme.

Theguardpressesonebutton,andweallstareatthemonitorandwatchas

Emmajumpsoutofthewindow,landingonherfeet,andamanjumpingoutof
thewindowrightafterher.Emmatriestorun,butshedoesn’tgetfar,because
theguyyanksherarmhardandherfacecontortsinpain.

MyhandsclenchatmysideswhileIwatchhimwalktothesideofthehouse,

puttinghishandoverEmma’smouth.Thenthereisadifferentangle,andthis
timehehasaguntoEmma’sstomachwhileherhandtriestoprotectourchild
ashedragshertowardawhitecar.Heopensthefrontdoor,andrightbeforehe
pushesherin,hehitsherovertheheadwiththegunandshefallslikearagdoll.

Hermom’swailsareshriekingatthispoint,butIdon’ttakemyeyesoffthe

screen,whereweseethewhitecardriveoutofthegatethatclosesrightbehind
him.

Iclosemyeyes.“Callinreinforcements.CallineverysinglefuckingfavorI

have. I want her back. I want her back yesterday.” Behind my lids, all I see is
hersmile.

I’mpacingbackandforthinthelivingroom.Iwanttobeouthelping,butthe
police said all I would do is cause a media circus, and it sucks knowing they
are right. People are coming in and out. Emma’s mom has finally stopped
cryingandisnowresting,thankstoasleepingpillweslippedintohercoffee.I
don’t know how much time has passed; all I know is I hear whispers that the
longeritgoes,theharderitwillbetofindher,andIcan’tbelievethat.Ican’t
andwon’tletthathappen.

Thecopscametogetacopyofthetapeandfoundoutthecarwasstolenand

theplateswerefake,bringingusbacktosquareone.

“Youneedtostoppacingandsaveyourenergy,”Skylarsaysfromherplace

on the couch. She has called in every single person we’ve ever had business
with.I’mabouttosnapbackatherwhenNioncomesrunningintotheroom.

“Thecarhasbeenspotted.”
“Where?”Iask,followinghimdownthehalltowardthegarage.
“I’mputtingitintheGPSnow.”
“DidtheytellyouifEmmaisokay?”
“No,but—”
“Butwhat?Tellme!”Iroar.
“She’snotinthere,buttherewasbloodfoundintheback,”hesaysquietly.

“Alotofblood.”

“HebetterfuckingpraythepolicefindhimbeforeIdo,becauseI’mgoing

tokillhimwithmybarehands.”

“Don’tevenfuckingthinkaboutit.”

Releasingthedoorhandle,Iswallowandclosemyeyes,onlytoopenthem

backupimmediatelywhenthecarswervestotherightthenbacktotheleft.

“Pleaseslowdown,”IurgeasRyantriestokeepthecarundercontrolwhile

he ties a piece of his torn shirt over the wound on his arm. A wound he got
whenIcameacrossapairofgardenshearsafterheforcedmeoutthewindow.
Ididn’tgethiminthechestwhereIwasaiming,butIdidgethim.

Touchingtheskinundermyeye,Iwince.Iknowwithoutlookingthatthere

isabruiseonmycheekfromwherehebackhandedmeafterhecaughtmeby
myhairwhenItriedtogetawayfromhim.“Stupid,stupidwoman,youbelong
to me.” His head turns my way and our eyes lock. “You belong to me!” he
snarls,andIseethemonsterinsideofhimlurkingnearthesurface.IfI’mnot
careful,Imaynotmakeitoutofthisalive.Imightnotevergettopickouta
weddingdressorsayIdotoLiam,orseehimwithourchild.

Ourchild.
TearsfillmyeyesandItrytofightthemback.Forty-eighthoursago,Ihad

noideaIwaspregnant,andnowthatIknow,ourbabyhasbecomeeverything
tomeandIwilldowhatevernecessarytoprotecthimorher.Ballingmyhands
intofists,Iletoutadeepbreathandtrytocomeupwithaplan.Ihopebynow
someonehasrealizedI’mnolongerinthehouseandhasstartedtosearchfor
me.Iknowthateveniftheyhave,Iwillstillbeonmyownuntiltheycatchup
tous.

“Idobelongtoyou.”Thewordsleaveabadtasteinmymouth,butseeing

hisreaction,seeinghimrelax,letsmeknowthisplanmightactuallywork.“I

didn’tthinkyouwantedmeanymore,”Iwhisper,andhereachesover,resting
hishandonthetopofmythigh.

“I’llalwayswantyou.”Heslideshishandupmyleg,andIswallowoverthe

bilecreepingupthebackofmythroatandcoverhishandwithmine.

Flipping his hand over, I run my finger down the inside of his palm. “We

shouldstopsomewhere.”

“No,”hebarks,makingmejump.“Weneedtogetoutoftown.Ican’trisk

anyone seeing you and trying to take you from me.” He shakes his head,
squeezingmyfingerssohardI’mafraidtheymightbreak.

“You’rehurtingme.”
“Iwanttohurtyou.”Hereleasesmeandbeginspoundingthesteeringwheel

withhisfist.“Youwerewithhim.Isawyouwithhim.Didyoulovehim?”

“Whyareyoudoingthis?”Ichokeoutashespeedsupandswervesaround

caraftercar.Offinthedistance,Ihearpolicesirens.

“Ialreadytoldyou,youbelongtome.IknewyoudidthemomentImetyou.

ThesecondIsawhowinnocentyouwere,IknewGodhadmadeyoujustfor
me.”

“Whataboutyourkids,yourfamily?”
Heturnshisheadtolookatme,andIseehislipspullupwardintoacreepy-

looking smile. “You’ve been checking up on me,” he murmurs. I have been
checking up on him, but not for the reasons he thinks. “I knew eventually I
wouldfindyou.Iknewthatoneday,Godwouldleadmebacktoyou.ThenI
sawyouonTVandIknewitwasasign.Itwastimetogetbackwhatbelongsto
me. I left everything behind, got in my car, and drove. The news told me
everythingIneededtoknow.TheytoldmethatyouhadbeeninEngland,and
thentheytoldmethatyouwereonaflighttoLA.WhenIgothere,Isatinmy
hotelroomandwaitedfortherightmoment.That’swhenthestorybrokeabout
you planning your wedding and a secret ceremony. I knew that if the rumors
weretrue,therewouldbepeopleallovertheplaceandIcouldblendin.Noone
wouldeverexpectmetotakeyourightoutfromunderRogerRuck’snose.”

He laughs, and my heart starts to pound when I see his eyes go to the

rearviewmirrorandthesoundofpolicesirensclosein.

“Fuck!”hebarks.
“Please, slow down before you kill us both!” I scream when he starts to

speedup.

“That would be a good way for us to die, together like Romeo and Juliet,

star-crossedlovers.”

God, he’s crazy. Of course, I knew he was crazy before, but every time he

openshismouthandsayssomethingelse,Irealizeexactlyhowcrazyhereally
is.AndnowI’minacarwithhimgoingGodknowswhereatninetymilesan
houronanLAhighway.

Suddenly,heexitsthehighwayandstartstoslowdownasweturnagainand

again down residential streets before he pulls into the parking lot of a rinky-
dinkmotel.Heturnsinhisseat,pointingthegunatme.“Ifyoumakeascene,
I’llfuckingshootyou.”Hiseyesarewildandflickingallovertheplace,going
fromlefttorighttoseeifanyoneisaroundasheopensthedoorandpullsme
outofthedriver ’ssidebehindhim.

Lookingaround,Itrytotakeinoursurroundings.Thehotelisbackedupto

whatlookslikeaforest,butIdon’tknowifthereishousingbehindit.WhatI
doknowisthereisnooneoutside,noonetohearmeifIscream.

“Come on.” He holds me around the waist with one hand while using the

othertoholdthegunclosetomysideashebeginsleadingmetowardoneof
themanyroomsthatlinethebottomlevelofthehotel.Fearfillsmeasweget
closer to the door. If he gets me inside, I might not ever make it out. I try to
pull away when we get to the door and he puts in the key, but I don’t get far.
“Youwon’tmakeit.”Heshovesmeintotheroom,whichhasonebed,aTVon
adresser,andanopendoorthatleadstothebathroom.

“Please, it’s not too late. You can let me go and no one will ever know. I

won’ttellthemitwasyouwhotookme.”

“Shutup.”Heshovesmetositonthesideofthebedandpullsoutasetof

handcuffs from a drawer, slapping one on my wrist and the other around the
drawerhandle.“Donotfuckingmove.”Hewalksofftothebathroom.Looking
aroundtheroom,Isearchforaweapon,anythingIcanusetoprotectmyself.
Seeingapenwiththehotel’snameonit,Isnatchitup,lookatthephone,and
lickmylips.It’salongshot,butifI’mlucky,Imightbeabletogetsomehelp.
Takingthephoneoffthecradle,Ipress911slowly,tryingtobequietwhilemy
heartbeatssohardI’msureitwillpoundoutofmychest.

Coming out of the bathroom, he looks at me then the side table where the

phoneis.“Whatareyoudoing?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head. “Please let me go,” I beg, hoping 911 has

pickedupandtheycanhearme.

“I’mneverlettingyougo.”
Hestartstocomeforme,andIknowit’snowornever.Swallowing,Imake

my move, taking the pen and stabbing it right in his upper leg. Blood starts
seepingoutashehowlslikeawoundedanimal,droppingtohisknees,andhis
gunfallstothefloor.

Grabbingthegun,Ijerkmyhandcuffedtothehandleandthedrawercomes

flyingout,hittinghimintheheadandstunninghim.Irunscreamingtowardthe
door with the gun in one hand and the drawer in the other. Getting the door
open,Istartrunningtowardtheforest.Theonlythinggoingthroughmyhead
ismybaby.

“Getbackhere.Emmaaa!”Ihearfromhim,rightbeforeIturnandseehim

pullthepenoutofhisleg.

I don’t wait. I run. I run and run till my lungs burn, till I can’t breathe

anymore, through bushes, around trees, all to the tune of him shouting my
name. Seeing a cabin in between two huge trees, I run toward it, hoping,
praying I can rest for a minute and catch my breath. Hurrying up the steps, I
bangonthedoor.

“Helpmeplease!”Iturnmyhead,lookingtoseeifIcanhearwhereRyanis.

With no answer, I try the handle and turn the knob, falling into the house. I
breatheinasighofrelief,butit’snotforlongbecausethenextthingIknow,
I’mtackledfrombehindandmyworldturnsblack.

“You need to slow down or you’ll kill yourself before you get there,” Nion
sayscalmlywhileIzigzaginmyredFerrarithroughtraffic.

“Any news?” I look over at him, wondering if he got another update. The

lastinformationwereceivedbeforeIranoutofthehousewasthatthecarwas
foundintheparkinglotofamotel.Therewasnooneinthecar,buttherewas
blood,lotsofblood,andabloodtrailtotheforestnexttoit.“Getbackonthe
phonewiththedetectiveonthescene.Ineedanswers.”Ijerkmyhandthrough
myhairwhileprayingthateverythingisokay.

Henods,knowinghecan’targuewithmerightnow.It’slikeI’mabulland

themanwhotookEmmaisholdingtheredcape.Baitingme.FuckingChrist,if
hehurtsonehaironherhead,I’llkillhim.

By the time he gets through to the detective, I’m already arriving on the

scene.Theparkinglotofthemotelisfullofcopcars,andtwostopmefrom
goingcloser.Openingmydoor,Ileavemycarthere.

“Sir,” one of the police officers says to me, “you can’t go in there. It’s a

crimescene.”

I don’t even acknowledge him while I run toward the door of one of the

roomsthathasbloodyprintsonit.Myhandsrunthroughmyhair,pullingitin
myfists,tearsstartingtoburnmyeyes.“Emma,”Iwhisperout.Myhandsfly
to my knees while I attempt to stay calm, trying to catch my breath. Standing
upright,Ilookaround.“Whereisshe?”

Alleyescometome.
“There is a trail all through the forest. We have the dogs picking up their

scents.” They stop talking when someone’s phone rings and he picks it up.

“They found her.” His eyes zero in on me. “EMT is on their way to her.” He
closesthephoneandIfeelNionatmyback.

“Takemetoher.”
“We will, but prepare yourself because, as of right now, she’s not

responding.”

Mychestheaves,mybreathssohardmychestacheseachtimeIexhale.
“Youneedtorelax,brother,ortheywon’tletyouseeher.ThinkofEmma,

yeah?”Nion’svoicefinallypenetratesthroughthefogofanger.

“Ineedtoseeher,”Ireplysoftly,thewordsbarelyawhisper.
Nion and the detective nod at each other before they lead me to a car. We

turn down a road that you wouldn’t ever think twice about. It’s not a paved
road,thegravelunderthetirespingingtheundercarriage.It’ssobumpythere
isnowaytoavoidanyoftheholes.Wefinallypullupbehindacopcruiserthat
hasitslightsflashing,anEMTvehiclerightbesideit.Atinycabinthat’salmost
hiddensuddenlystandsout.

I grab the handle of the car, opening it. I’m about to charge into the house

whenIseeamanwhoisaboutsix-foot-sevenstandingonthefrontporchwith
hisarmscrossedoverhischest,guardingthefrontdoor.Helookslikeanox
withathickbeardandlonghair.

“Whoareyou?”Hisgravellyvoicecomesout.
“Emma?” I shout past him into the house. He must hear the worry in my

voice, because he moves aside so I can see her. She’s lying on the floor just
insidethedoor,andtheEMTsareliftingherontoalongboard.Irushintobe
nexttoher.“Emma,baby,I’mhere.”Ipickuphercoldhandinmine.

“Sir, you need to stand back and let us take care of her,” one of the

paramedics says to me, and I feel a lone tear roll down my cheek, falling on
ourhandsthatareintertwined.

Inodmyhead,kissingherhandbeforereleasingherandmovingawayjust

abit.Ifeelahandonmyshoulder,andlookingback,Iseeit’stheox.

“She’s going to be okay. She woke up before you got here and asked for

Liam,”heassures,lookingatEmmawhiletheytakeahandcuffoffherwrist.
“Thenshepassedoutagain.Herbodyisgoingintoprotectionmode.”

“Howdoyouknow?Whoareyou?”
“I’m Dalton. This is my place. I was a doctor.” His voice goes silent after

that,andIlookaroundandseeblood,somuchblood,andfeelthecolordrain
from my face. “Is any of this blood hers?” I look at the EMTs. “She’s
pregnant.”

“It’sallhisblood,”theparamedicanswers,noddingtowardagroupofcops

inthecorner,andthat’swhenIseetheyhaveaguypinnedtothefloor.Idon’t
eventhink.Istarttowardhim,notcaringatallhe’ssurroundedbyofficers.My
visiongoesred,andIknowifIgetmyhandsonhim,hewon’tbeleavinghere
alive.

“Don’t.” Nion stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “You need to keep

focusedonEmma.”Closingmyeyes,Ifightbacktheurgetoignorehimand
attack.“Ipromiseyouwillgetyourchanceatrevenge,”hegrowlsinmyear,
andInod.

TurningbacktowardEmma,IfollowherandtheEMTsoutofthecabinand

down the steps. Taking her hand once more, I see the dark bruise around her
wrist.Myteethclenchandmyhandballsintoafist.Ididn’tprotecther.Ishould
have been able to protect her, but I failed. When they load her into the
ambulance,Iclimbinwithher.Noonesaysanythingtostopme,andevenif
theytried,thereisnowayI’mlettingheroutofmysight.Fortherestofmy
life.

Feeling fingers slide through my hair, I lift my head and come face-to-face
withEmma,wholookstiredbutasbeautifulasever.Thedoctorstoldmethat
she would wake up on her own when she was ready to. I did try to talk her
aroundtoopeninghereyesearlier,butofcourseshedidn’tlistentome.

“You’reawake.”Myvoiceisgravellywithemotions,andmychestgetstight

whenhereyesfillwithtears.

“I’m awake. Is… is the baby okay?” Her tears spill over and I get into bed

withher,holdingheragainstmychest.

“Thebabyisperfect.Theydidafewtestswhileyouweresleeping,andhe’s

okay.”

“He?”ShepeeksupatmeandIsmile.“Arewehavingaboy?”

“Yes,” I reply, having no idea if that’s true or not but praying that it is. I

already have my hands full with one female. All I need is a miniature one of
herrunningaround,makingmecrazierthanhermomalreadyhas.

“A boy,” she whispers, and I watch in awe as she covers her flat stomach

withherhand.“WhereisRyan?Didtheycatchhim?”

Hearingtheworryinhervoice,Iholdhercloser.“Youdon’thavetoworry

abouthim.Hewillnevertouchyouagain,”Ivow,kissingthetopofherhead.

Twoweekslater

Seeing the news report about Ryan dying in prison, I close my eyes. I don’t
knowhowLiamdidit,butIknowhekilledhim,orhadhimkilled.

“Baby,youshouldbetryingonyourdress.”Ihearhimcallashewalksinto

thebedroom.

Looking up and meeting his gaze, I know I will never be able to make it

through this life without him by my side. “Promise me,” I whisper to him,
sittingontheedgeofthebed,myheartbeatingsofastitfeelslikeit’sgoingto
jumpoutofmychest.“Promisemethatyouwillneverleaveme,leaveus.”I
placemyhandovermystomachandtearstrailtheirwaydownmyface.

Getting on his knees in front of me, his thumb brushes away a tear that is

rollingovermyskin.“Whythetears?”Heleansintokissmycheekwherehis
thumbjustleft.“I’llpromiseyoutheworldifIneverhavetoseeyoushedone
moretear.”Asobripsthroughme.“Baby.”Hepullsmedownontohislapand
cradlesmeinhisarms.

“I…”Isob.“…can’t…”Isharplyinhale.“…dothiswithoutyou.”Mychest

deflatesthenIsuckinanotherbreath.“Iwon’t.”

“WhereamIgoing?”Hetakesmyheadfromhischest,holdingmyfacein

hishands.“I’mnotgoinganywhere.”

“B-but,” I stutter, “but Ryan. Did you do it? Will they come and take you

fromme?Fromus?”

“Thatisthelasttimeyoushedtearsoverthatwasteofspace.”Heholdsme

tighter. “The last fucking time. He gets nothing else.” He kisses my lips,

leavingmebreathless.

Thistimemyheartstartsbeatinghardforanotherreason.Mybodyturnsto

straddlehimandIpressmymouthagainsthis.Hestands,liftingmewithhim,
beforegettingontothebedandrestingbackagainsttheheadboard,ourmouths
neverleavingeachother.Bothofushungryforeachother.Heslidesthesilk
robeI’mwearingoffmyshoulders,thecoldairmakingmynippleshard.His
hands leave my face, going down my neck, his fingertips creating a trail of
goosebumpstillhegetstomybreasts.Hispalmscupthem,andtheyfeelheavy
already,hisfingersrollingthesensitivenipples.

“Ahhh.”Ithrowbackmyhead.Myhipsthrustforward,grindingonhishard

cock.

“Fuck.” I hear him groan before he bends down, taking a nipple into his

mouth,thewetnessfromhistongueshootingstraighttomycore.

“Needmore,”Ihissoutasmybackarches.
My hands fly to his basketball shorts, grabbing the elastic. “That’s good.

Thereisn’tabelt.”Ismileandwrapmyhandaroundhishardcock.Withmy
kneesspreadoneithersideofhim,Irubtheheadofhiscockupanddownover
myopening.Morethanready,Islidedownhislength,slowlytakinghiscock
inch-by-inch.Ourmoansfilltheroomatthesametime.

“Fuck,”Liamgrowlsashegrabsmyhips.
Ileanoverhimandwrapmyhandsaroundtheheadboard.Takingcontrol,I

fuckhim,sittinguponmykneesandthenslammingbackdownasIrepeatthe
actionoverandover.I’mruthless;I’veneverwantedhimmorethanIwanthim
right now. I’ve never wanted to have this connection more than I do at this
exactmoment.Mypussygripshim;thesoundofourheavybreathingfillsthe
room,mytitsbouncingwhileIgoupanddown.

Hismouthfindsonenipplewhilehishandplayswiththeother.Myheadfalls

backasIgetlostinthefeelingofhim.Myclitneedingtobetouched,Islide
onehandfromtheheadboard,bringingitdowntomycore.Twofingersrubit
sidetoside,allwhileIridehim.

“Yourpussyisgettingtighter,baby.”
MyeyescloseasItakeinhishandsroamingovermyskin,thefeelofhim

underme,inme,consumingme.Icanfeelhimeverywhere.Mytits,myhips,
inmyhair,he’salloverme.Ican’tstop,evenifhewantsmeto.SoIdon’t;I

rideitout.

“I’m going to come,” I tell him just those four words, since I can’t say

anythingelsebecausehismouthtakesmineashistonguepushesbetweenmy
lipsandtangleswithmineasheswallowsmymoan.Mypussypulsesaround
him, and when I’m finally coming down from it, his hips shoot up and he
buries himself deep inside me as he comes. This time, it’s my mouth that
swallowshisdeepmoans.

Ourkissbecomesgentlenow,myhandsgoinguphischesttowraparound

hisneck.

Untilaknockonthedoormakesusbreakaway.
“Youguysbetterbedecent,‘causewearecomingin,”Skylarwarns.
“Seriously,whenwillweeverbealone?”Iask,andLiamsmiles,makingall

theannoyanceI’mfeelingmeltaway.

“Sorry,baby,butsoonitwilljustbemeandyou.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” He kisses my forehead and my lips as he slides out of me,

leaving me on the bed. Lying back, I look up at the ceiling, raise my hand
abovemyface,andthenmoveitfromsidetoside,admiringmyring.

The day after I got kidnapped, Liam and I were married in a very small

ceremonywithjustourfamiliesandfriendstheretowitness.Itwasperfect,but
us leaving for our honeymoon was even better. Now that we’ve been back in
LA though, I’m looking forward to Liam finishing up work and us going to
Scotland for a few months, just the two of us—or the three of us. I smile,
restingmyhandovermystomach.HearingLiamandSkylararguingbackand
forth,Itunethemout—likeIlearnedtodoquickly—andsitup,wrappingthe
sheet around my chest. Getting out of bed, I head for the bathroom when the
newsstoryonTVcatchesmyattention.Dalton,themanwhosavedme,ison
thescreen.Itlookslikehe’sstandinginthemiddleofanaccidentscenewitha
muchsmallerwomaninhisarms.

“IsthatDalton?”Liamasks,andIlookupathim.
“Ithinkso.Who’sthewoman?”
“I don’t know, but it looks like she belongs to him,” he mutters as Dalton

rushesthewomantowardtheopendoorsofanambulance.

“Liam, I swear if you think we are having another baby, you have lost your
mind.” I shake my head and try to scoot around him toward the back door.
Today,I’msupposedtobegettingmybirthcontrolprescriptionrenewed,but
since the moment I woke up, Liam has been trying to convince me that we
shouldhaveonemorebaby.

If he had done this three years ago, I might have thought it was a little bit

sweet,butit’sbeenfoursincewehadouroldest,Layla,andsinceshecameinto
the world, we’ve had three more kids. Anna, Leo, and Dean. I have been
pregnantforjustaboutfouryearsstraight,andasmuchasIlovemychildren,
I’mhappytonotbepregnantforonce.

“Baby, it’s your fault I’m obsessed with planting my kids in you. There is

nothingsexierthanyoucarryingourchildren.”

“Moveoutoftheway,Liam,orIwillkickyouintheballssohardit’llmake

itimpossibleforyoutohaveanotherchild.Withanyone.”Ileanin,hissingthe
lastpart.

“Baby.”
“Fine,I’llmakeadealwithyou.Ifsomehowinthenextfouryearsscience

comes up with a procedure that allows a man to carry a baby, I will have
anotherchildwithyou.Ifthatdoesn’thappen,thenI’msorrybutyouareoutof
luck.Youwilljusthavetofindsomeoneelsetohaveababywith.”

“Never,” he snarls, stepping close and wrapping his hand in my hair at the

backofmyhead.“Onlyyou.UntilthedayIfuckingdie,therewillonlyeverbe
you.”Hedropshisheadandtakesmymouth,causingallrationalthoughtsto
leave.Ashewalksmebackwardintothelaundryroom,Imoanwhenhelifts
meontothewasher.“Whodoyoubelongto,Em?”heasks,lickingdownmy
neck.

“You.”
“Right.Onlyme.”Heroughlyjerksmyskirtupovermyhips,shovingmy

legs apart. Running his fingers through my folds, I see his eyes twitch and I
know I’m in for it, which only turns me on even more. “Where are your
panties?”Shakinghishead,heshovestwofingersdeepinsideme,thesudden
fullness overwhelming. I love when he gets like this—out of control and
needing to prove a point. Pulling my legs up, he sets my feet on top of the
washer.“Don’tmove.”

“Iwon’t.”Ilickmylipsandwatchhisfacedisappearbetweenmylegs.The

firsttouchofhistongueislikemagic.ThenheaddshisfingersandIknowI
won’t last long. “Please, more.” I raise my hips and he speeds up his thrusts,
sending me over the edge. Coming hard, my eyes pop open and I look down
mybodyintoLiam’sbeautifuleyes.

“Jesus, there’s nothing better than your taste on my tongue,” he growls,

usinghishandstoholdmeopenwhileburyinghistongueinsideofmeonce
more.Myhipslifthighandmyhandsmovetohishair,holdingonfordearlife
ashecausesanotherorgasmtosuddenlyspiralthroughme.“You’redrenched,
so fucking wet that you’re dripping,” he groans, releasing my legs and
wrappingthemaroundhiships.“Areyoureadyformycock?”

“Yes.”Ireachforward,takinghiminmyhand.Myfingerscan’tevenwrap

around his girth, and he’s so long that there is always a little pain when he
slidesdeepinsideme.Butit’sapainIhavecometocrave.

“Ican’tbecareful,”hehisses,slidingjusttheheadofhisthickcockinside

me.

“I don’t want careful,” I breathe, looking up into his mesmerizing eyes. “I

justwantyoufillingmeup.”Imoanthenletoutahissashepullshishipsback
andslidesintomehard.Mybreathcatches,andIholdontohimwitheverypart
of me. “Faster,” I urge, and he does. He goes faster and harder until we are
both panting into each other ’s mouth. Groaning against his tongue, I come

oncemore,thistimesohardIseestars.Buryingmyfaceinhisneck,Ilistento
himcomeashestillsdeepinsideme.

“Iloveyou,Emma,alwaysandforever.”
God,Iwillnevergettiredofhearingthosewordsfromhim.
“I love you, too.” I turn my head and kiss his neck. “But we’re still not

havinganotherbaby,”Imutter,andthensmilewhenhelaughs.

Yes,thesearethemomentsIlovesomuch.

THEEND

MadisonRosehopesyouenjoyedthisshortsexyread.

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Table of Contents
Only His
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue

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