His Secret Child Part 7

"Are you f.u.c.king s.h.i.+tting me? My kid's life is at stake and you're telling me about appropriate? I don't care if you have ten f.u.c.king men waiting for you back in that f.u.c.king dump you call home, wouldn't give a f.u.c.k if you were married to some f.u.c.k either.

To save her life, we are going to do what the f.u.c.k we need to do. Now take your a.s.s in there, take a f.u.c.king shower and lay on the f.u.c.king bed naked until I get there.

Put on headphones, watch TV, I don't give a f.u.c.k. And you better be in there or I'll make you sorry you ever f.u.c.king crossed me."

I stormed away from her, once again p.i.s.sed way the f.u.c.k off. I don't understand how she isn't all over this f.u.c.king idea.

It shouldn't matter how much she hates me, she should be willing to do whatever it takes to save Mia.

Even if I had been horrible to her in the past, which I hadn't, she should still be willing to make the f.u.c.king sacrifice. After all I was; and I had more reason to hate her guts than she did mine.

I took a quick shower and gave the thought of a meal a quick once over in my mind before squas.h.i.+ng it. I can eat later; the sooner I get started on this s.h.i.+t, the better.

I didn't bother getting dressed, just wrapped a towel around my waist and walked down the hall to the room where she was staying.

I released the breath I'd been holding when I saw her lying in bed with the sheets pulled all the way up to beneath her nose, her eyes wide with apprehension.

I have to admit to being a whole lot surprised at her quick acquiescence, but I should've held off on that thought.

Her hand came up and staved me off. "I'm only doing this for Mia..."

"Thanks for the speech but I'm really not interested."

What the f.u.c.k did she think? That I wanted to get back inside her? I'd rather f.u.c.k an anaconda. But this was for Mia, only for Mia. And if my d.i.c.k was harder than it had been since the last time with her, that didn't mean anything.

I dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed. In the back of my mind I knew that I wasn't being rational, that I should've given her more time, but I wasn't feeling very rational at this point in time.

She had a death grip on the sheet, which I pulled from her hands. I didn't want to look down at her body to feel that quick jolt I always did each time I'd unwrapped her in the past.

I kept my eyes focused somewhere above her head. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." My words fell on deaf ears, but that didn't waylay me. If she wanted to lie there like a piece of wood that was fine with me, I didn't need her enjoyment to get the job done.

There was one thing I hadn't given enough thought to though, I had to touch her, had to get her body ready to take mine, but I refuse to use my mouth on her.

Instead I eased my fingers inside her, one at a time; until she'd taken all three the way I'd taught her to.

My eyes flew to hers when she made that sweet little sound that had haunted my dreams on many a night.

Don't you f.u.c.king do it! I wanted to scream those words at her but kept my tongue still as I tried to ignore her response.

Gritting my teeth against any kind of emotion, I worked her with my fingers while lowering my head to take her nipple into my mouth.

I still refused to look at her, even when I felt her soften beneath my touch. My c.o.c.k was hard but that was to be expected, he's dumb as a f.u.c.king stump and don't know any better.

As soon as I felt her get wet enough, I pulled my fingers out and slid my c.o.c.k in. To keep my eyes from meeting hers, I buried my face in her neck. Big mistake.

Her scent hit me just as her tight warmth enveloped me; it was like a one-two punch straight to the gut and heart.

I couldn't hold back the sound of pleasure that escaped me, or the need to hold her close like lovers do; the way I had always done.

f.u.c.k me, no. It's for Mia Cord, for her you can do anything just remember that. But I didn't want it to feel this f.u.c.king good, didn't want to feel anything period.

How could my body still want hers after all that she had done? How could she feel so f.u.c.king good beneath me when I hated her more than I could put into f.u.c.king words?

None of that mattered now though it seemed, as my d.i.c.k sunk into her like it was coming home. If I could do this without feeling her I would, but there was no way to do that.

And in the end, the tight hold I had on myself was no barrier against the onslaught of emotions that bombarded me as her heat sucked me in.

Chapter 8.

The years melted away, it was as if it were only yesterday that I last took her. She felt the same, like wet, hot silk. Pre-c.u.m leaked from my c.o.c.k into her as I started to move inside her tight p.u.s.s.y.

Everything came rus.h.i.+ng back, her scent, her taste, and the feel of her.

That p.i.s.sed me off, so I pulled my head away from her and turned it away on the pillow, staring at the wall sightlessly as I f.u.c.ked her.

I wasn't rough with her, I used my hands and c.o.c.k to give her pleasure; but I kept my heart the f.u.c.k out of it.

The battle that I fought for the next twenty minutes was one of the hardest of my life. Part of me wanted to revel in the great sensation of being inside her again, while the other wanted to scream obscenities and rail away.

I tried sending my mind away from the here and now, anything not to give her any part of me. Her p.u.s.s.y did what it was supposed to and tried to milk my c.o.c.k with each thrust I made into her.

I sped up my thrusts to get it over with. Neither one of us needed to enjoy this s.h.i.+t as far as I was concerned, even though I was enjoying it a little too f.u.c.king much.

She squeezed around me and moaned when I teased her c.l.i.t with my fingers and that's all I needed to make me c.u.m hard.

I lost control there at the end of it slamming into her with harsh grunts like the f.u.c.king beast I always am when I was inside her.

As soon as I'd dripped the last drop inside her, I held still to keep my load inside and then pulled out hard and fast.

Rolling off of her I hopped off the bed and picked up the towel. Without looking back at her, I headed for the door.

"I'll be back in a little bit, you can go to sleep if you want, you don't need to be awake for this."

"How often do you plan on doing this?"

"As often as it takes." What the f.u.c.k did she think? The first time I f.u.c.ked her I was in her all night. I don't know if that's the night we made Mia, but I know that if I wanted her to have another kid, the fastest way to do it was to f.u.c.k her as often as I could.

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her that she hadn't had any complaints the last time, but that was heading into the wrong territory.

The least we mentioned that s.h.i.+t the better. It looked like I was going to have to hold off on setting my lawyer on her a.s.s for now though, I can't very well drag her over the coals if she's carrying my kid.

Back in my room, I jumped back into the shower to wash her scent off of me. Standing under the water, I let myself relax again.

With my hands braced against the wall I let the water run down over me as I tried to clear my head.

I had to run out of that room, before I did something stupid. Being inside her had brought it all back. I reached back over my shoulder and felt the welts from her nails.

She still reacted the same way to me, so what happened? How can a woman who hates me react so strongly to my touch? It doesn't make sense. Neither did the way I reacted to her just now.

I couldn't kick the feeling that something was off, that I was missing something important. What if I was wrong? What if...?

I pushed that unwanted thought away and flicked off the shower. I wrapped the towel around me again and headed for the kitchen to make something to eat.

She was already in there making a sandwich. I was surprised when she held one out to me, I guess she saw it as some sort of peace offering.

I looked down at the plate and back up at her. "No thanks." d.i.c.k move number one hundred and counting, but I didn't give a f.u.c.k. If she thought making me a turkey on rye was going to miraculously wipe away everything in our past, she was f.u.c.king beyond wrong.

As I went to grab a piece of fruit the doorbell rang. I looked down at my towel but then said f.u.c.k it. Whoever it was hadn't been invited so they can deal with my state of undress.

"Mom what're you doing here?" I'd been to her place in the last day or so, keeping her up to date on her granddaughter, whom she seemed not to have any interest in at all.

I wasn't too surprised by her actions; mom isn't the warmest person in the world when it comes to who she perceives to be outsiders. I wasn't about to force her to like my kid though; she didn't need it, she had me.

"I came by to see what you're doing with your life. Is she here?"

"Yes she is." For some reason I didn't like anyone else being disrespectful to Zania, not even my mother, which I had already told her once this week when she made a disparaging remark about her.

Whatever had gone wrong was between her and I, and had nothing to do with anyone else.

Mom walked past me and headed for the kitchen where I could hear Zania moving around.

I was just in time to hear her first words to her. "So you're back and with a child no less."

"Mom." She turned to look at me but I noticed that Zania had gone white as a sheet. What the f.u.c.k was that about?

I don't remember them having much to do with each other the last time we were together, so why should she be afraid of mom?

I brushed it off as nothing more than her embarra.s.sment at the way things had ended. She probably thought mom would be p.i.s.sed at her for what she'd done to her son.

Little did she know, that two seconds after she was gone, mom was trying to force Camille down my throat.

I don't recall mom ever uttering any regret at seeing the back of her. "I'm gonna go grab some clothes I'll be right back."

Zania shot past me before I could even reach the kitchen door and ran to her room. What the f.u.c.k was her problem? I went after her to tell her off for being rude to my mother, but she'd locked the door.

I didn't want to air our grievances in front of anyone so I left it alone for now. I went to my room seething with anger at her total disrespect. I'll just have to teach her some manners now won't I?

After I put on a pair of sweats and a t-s.h.i.+rt, I rejoined mom in the kitchen, where she was sitting with a cup of coffee.

"So mom, what brings you here?" I sat across from her and bit into the apple I snagged from the basket.

I noticed the sandwich she'd made me sitting wrapped on the plate but ignored it. She's out of her f.u.c.king mind if she thinks I'd eat from her hand; f.u.c.k no.

"I told you, I came to see what you're doing to screw up your life. Camille is a great girl from one of the better families. You can't mess up your wedding plans for this..."

"First of all, the only wedding plans were in your head, I never once said anything about getting married."

"But five years..."

"Yes five years of mediocre bulls.h.i.+t because I didn't care. None of that matters now though, because I have a daughter to protect, she needs me and what I need to do for her no one will stand in my way.

I'm not marrying Camille mom, I wouldn't have married her if this hadn't come up so don't go blaming my kid..."

"Where is this all coming from? Not two weeks ago you seemed amiable enough to the idea of getting married. I can't help but wonder if this has to do with that...that girl."

"This has to do with my child, not that it's any of your business or anyone else's." She knows better than to meddle in my life, so I wasn't sure what she was playing at.

"I want to see this so-called granddaughter of mine." What the f.u.c.k did she just say? Okay, granted I've always been the devoted son.

Mom and I hardly ever b.u.t.t heads and though I wasn't thrilled with some of her actions in the past, I don't recall ever knowingly disrespecting her.

But hearing her refer to my little princess in that way p.i.s.sed me the f.u.c.k off.

"So-called, is that what you just called my kid? I think you'd better leave, and the answer is no, you won't be seeing her anytime soon.

My little girl needs people who love her around right now not people who doubt who she is and speaks of her with a sneer. You know your way out."

"Cord I..." I didn't say one word to her, I was too f.u.c.king mad. There hasn't been anything that my mother has asked of me that I didn't give.

I've been there for her at her most trying times, and this is how she repays me. I know my mother can be cold, I know she was raised to be aloof, and almost dispa.s.sionately cold, but I never expected to be on the receiving end of that s.h.i.+t.

I was also p.i.s.sed at my houseguest for the rude way she'd reacted to my mother. We were gonna have to have a talk about that. I'm gonna have to remind little Zania about her place.

After she left when her attempts to get me to talk fell flat, I locked up and went back to the kitchen to clean up. A couple hours had gone by, time for round two.

My d.i.c.k, that traitorous f.u.c.k was already pressing against the front of the soft sweats. I could already feel her wrapped around me and my mouth watered for a taste of her. No way was I going to quench that thirst though.

I knocked on her door, "she's gone, open up." There was no answer but I heard movement from inside. Oh she wanted to play did she? Too bad for her I am in a f.u.c.ked up mood.

I put my shoulder to the door and pushed, when that didn't work I stepped back and kicked it as hard as I could.

Her scream didn't faze me one bit, as my wide strides took me over to the bed where I was just in time to catch her as she tried to escape off the far side.

"Where the f.u.c.k are you going?" I had her by her hair and was barely restraining myself from yanking her back by it.

"Do we have to do this again tonight, can't you come back tomorrow." I wrestled her down to the bed on her stomach, trapping her there with my body.

"You want her to die, is that it?" I gritted the words out through clenched teeth as I pressed her into the mattress.

"No of course not, but there are other ways. You hate me, how can you stand it? Why can't we just do the artificial insemination?"