RONAN

I become painfully aware of the tension in the air as Hazel stands across the kitchen. She's too quiet for my liking.

"I look forward to dinner. Thank you," I tell her.

"You're welcome," she whispers.

Knowing that I made her feel uncomfortable, I walk out of the kitchen. She needs space to clear her mind and I need to suffocate the feeling of disappointment in my chest.

She took the medicine to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, and I must respect that. I'm being outrageous for wishing otherwise. Although I'm a Lord of an estate, that doesn't mean I have no authority over her womb as well.

Weeks ago, I was terrified about the thought of children because the curse in my veins might be passed down to future generations. But somewhere along the lines I got selfish as I always do. I want to manifest the love between Hazel and I. Stare at it, embrace it, kiss it.

It's a horrible desire. Hazel likely thinks so.

I walk to the hall where I first met her. When I realized she had been spying on me in the dark. I lean against the wall and cross my arms over my chest as I recall the chain of events that got me to where I am now: a prisoner tied down.

I wouldn't change a damn thing about it. I'm glad she was able to slip through the cracks and steal my heart. Grateful that she showed me how fiery my passion can burn and how safe it can feel to show my ugly, scarred face. She knows more than books and clearing. She knows how to spark life in a man whose heart was as black as the hoodies he wore.

So much has changed since I met her, but there's more to come.

I keep myself busy in my study, catching up with the estate and the reports of my spies. My revenge was put on hold once Hazel was kidnapped, but now that she's back home, I'm back in business.

She will always be my priority. I will get my revenge even if it takes a lifetime, but not at the cost of making Hazel feel neglected.

I have never been very romantic, but for her, I will try.

Seeing that it's time for dinner, I return to the kitchen. Hazel is serving the plates. The hairs at her temples are curled, as if she recently washed her face.

I step closer, inhaling deeply to take in her scent. She smells like the sauce she made. My mouth waters and my blood pumps harder. My senses sharpen and I force myself to remember that I'm here to eat dinner, not my wife.

"Hungry?" she asks as she grabs the utensils.

I clear my throat. "Yes."

She keeps her gaze low. I can read her like a book. She's still upset about my admission. I shouldn't have said anything.

"I'm sorry for discomforting you, my love. I understand my eagerness is unnatural given everything we have gone through. It's too soon. But I'm twisted." I drag a hand through my hair. "I never thought logically. I've always been led by feelings, mostly dangerous ones like anger and desire. This flaw got enhanced after the military experiments. Whatever they pumped into my system fucked up what little logic I had left."

She crooks her head to the side. "What are you talking about? What eagerness do you speak of?"

Now I'm the one that's confused. She clearly told me she took the medicine and I expressed my disappointment. My inappropriate, unwarranted disappointment.

"You said you took the pills," I tell her, frowning. "And I wished otherwise."

There's a shocked beat of silence before she replies, "Ronan, I told you that I didn't take them."

She... didn't take the pills?

It takes a moment for the realization to sink in. I glance at her abdomen, wondering if my dreams are coming true right at this second.

Did my seed take root already?

My blood catches fire. Desire rages in me, stumping all reasoning. Life becomes a blur as I lunge forward and grab Hazel by the waist, setting her on the table beside the plates and the casserole. I throw her skirt up and shove my face into her pussy. She gasps and shakily mutters my name as I flatten my tongue and feel her pussy throbbing harder with every second.

I need to fuck her.

I don't know why, but knowing that she rejected the pills is driving me mad with need.

I need to spill a second load in her womb that's likely already fertilized.

My lips pucker on her sex as I suck, knowing that the suction makes her legs tremble.

"Someone's going to see," she whimpers as she tosses her skirt over my head and widens her thighs, giving me more access.

Getting caught only makes it more exciting. I'd let the entire estate see me fucking her, making her scream. I would prefer to hide my face in her pussy than under a hoodie.

I lap at her pussy until she's so wet her slick pools on the table, but my tongue quickly licks it off the wood. I mark everything: her inner thighs, pussy, nether star. Nothing is forbidden to me.

"Come on my face," I order, the sound muffled as I keep the tip of my tongue in her vagina, seeking more of her sweetness.

I shake my head like a wild dog playing with its favorite toy, going crazy. She's so warm, wet, and smooth. I could die under her skirt. I could neglect food forever to remain latched onto her sex and drinking her.

She trembles, and ceramic shatters as it hits the floor. She knocked down a plate in the throes of her pleasure.

I smirk as best as I can with my tongue twisting and flicking her folds. Her dramatic moans and thrashing of her body deeply satisfy my ego.

My cock is the only miserable part of me as it aches painfully. But I plan on remedying that soon. There's no better medication than dipping into Hazel's snug, warm cunt.

I lap up every drop she offers as she orgasms. Only emerging from under her skirt when her thighs are done trembling and I've licked her dry.

"Now," I say as I lick my lips. "Bend over and hold on tight. I will fuck you so hard not a single utensil will remain on this table."

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