Chapter 35

“Dan, how did your mother know we were here?” I looked at him, puzzled as Victoria made her way inside the hut, accompanied by her bodyguards. “Don’t let that worry you; we are here to help you.” I looked back at Dan. “I don’t need help, and I am sure as hell not leaving with a woman who tried to kill me.”

“You are just making things up,” he said and immediately stood up and walked out the door, presumably to the car. I was awkwardly left with the enemy. I walked out of the car, following in suit. I couldn’t find the woman who helped me to thank her, but I knew she knew I was grateful one way or another. “ ‘What, you don’t believe me that your stupid mother who ghosted you since you were a baby, tried to kill me and my—"

I didn’t even get to finish the sentence. Dan spun around so fast I barely saw it. One hand came up and wrapped around my throat, lifting me back against the side of the car with a dull thud. My breath caught, not from shock, what is he doing? His eyes looked cold and lifeless. I stared back at him, unable to say anything.

“Careful,” he growled quietly, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

My heartbeat slammed in my chest. His grip wasn’t hard enough to choke me, but it held me completely still. His face was only inches from mine, breath warm, eyes fixed on my mouth before dragging back to my eyes again.

“You think I don’t believe you?” he said, tone clipped, controlled but shaking just a little. “I know what she’s capable of. I just nearly lost you, Emerald. Don’t throw those words in my face like I don’t care.”

I swallowed, fighting the tremor in my voice. “Then show me.”

For a second, neither of us moved, the thick silence hanging between us. His jaw worked, frustration bleeding into something darker. Then his hand slid from my throat, down the side of my neck, to the curve of my waist.

In one sharp movement, he hauled me against him, mouth crashing down on mine. I gasped into the kiss, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to stay upright as the world tilted under me. He kissed me hard, angry, possessive, like he was trying to erase every terrible thing that had happened in the last few days.

When he finally pulled back, I was breathing hard, lips swollen, knees weak.

“You want proof?” he whispered against my mouth. “Get in the car. I’ll show you exactly what you mean to me.” I got into the car even though I didn’t want proof, but it sounded like a good deal to me.

WARNING ADULT CONTENT

We got back to the mansion, and Victoria with her goons remained downstairs. I immediately went upstairs to take a shower. When I got out of the shower, I felt him before I heard him. Dan’s presence filled the room, the air around him vibrating with a force I could feel in my chest. My pulse quickened, and my stomach twisted. I wanted to run, to hide, but my legs refused to move. What’s happening?

“Emerald,” he murmured, and his voice was rough, low, carrying a warning and a promise all at once.

I took a shaky step back, but he was already closing the distance between us, each step purposeful, relentless. “Dan…” My voice barely left my lips, trembling under the weight of the tension.

His hand shot out, cupping my cheek with a surprising gentleness. “Don’t fight me,” he said, eyes dark, piercing into mine. “Not now.”

I tried to form words, to argue, to tell him I shouldn’t, but every instinct I had melted under his gaze. He leaned in, and our lips met in a searing, possessive kiss. My knees almost buckled, and I gripped his shoulders to steady myself.

His lips moved against mine with slow insistence, teasing, claiming. I felt the heat of his body press against mine, and I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as though holding him could keep me grounded.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. How long I’ve waited.”His growl was low and deep, vibrating against my lips.

The words ignited something fierce inside me. I had tried to resist, to stay rational, but every brush of his skin against mine, every pull of his hands along my waist, sent sparks through me, and I found myself leaning into him, craving more.

His lips trailed down my neck, and I tilted my head back instinctively, letting out a breathless moan. My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the strength of him beneath my hands. “Dan…” I whispered, lost, trembling.

He chuckled, harsh, pleased, and kissed me again, deeper this time, pulling me flush against him. His hands moved to my back, sliding down, exploring, claiming. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t stop. All I could do was respond, moans and gasps escaping me in a rhythm that matched his own urgency.

“Emerald,” he groaned into my ear. “I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt. Things only I can give you.”

I shivered under the weight of his words, feeling both terrified and intoxicated. My body arched instinctively toward him, and my lips found his again, hungry, desperate. The heat between us was nearly unbearable, a mix of desire and raw emotion I couldn’t control.

I felt him press me against the wall now, his body shielding me from everything else. Every inch of him was hard, commanding, and I clung to him, letting go of the last remnants of control I had left.

“I’m yours,” I breathed, almost against my will, almost afraid of what I was admitting, but it was true. Every part of me was his, and it scared me to my core.

My towel dropped to the floor, and a shiver ran through me. “Emerald…” His voice was a growl of need and reverence, an intoxicating mix that made me weak in the knees. “You have no idea what you do to me.” Did he actually miss me as much as I missed him?

The room seemed to shrink around us; every sound, every movement focused entirely on the two of us. I felt fire coil inside me, rising from my core, mixing with the heat of his touch, his presence, and I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from my lips.

“Dan,” I gasped, voice breaking, “I… I can’t—” At this point, my brain was not even processing what I was saying, why am I saying I can’t when I will?

“Shh,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my forehead, my jaw, whispering against my skin in a way that made my entire body tremble. “You can. You just will. With me.”

I trembled in his arms, breathless, helpless, and yet burning with a desire I couldn’t deny. Every nerve was alive, every inch of me attuned to him. I wanted him. I needed him. I was his, completely, and the thought both terrified me and thrilled me.

His hands were everywhere now, pulling me closer, claiming me in a way that made the rest of the world disappear. My fingers found the buttons on his shirt, fumbling, desperate to feel him against me fully.

I felt the tug inside me, that uncontrollable pull toward him, like gravity, and I melted against him, giving in entirely. Our lips collided again, urgent, consuming, and I felt my world shrink to the heat, the desire, the fire that only he could bring.

He led us to the couch next to the closet and carefully lay me down while not breaking eye contact.The couch groaned under us as I straddled him, my swollen belly pressing between us. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, his cock already rock-hard beneath me.

"You’re gonna make a mess of me," he muttered, eyes dark as they raked over my tits, heavy and sensitive under my thin tank top. I rocked forward, wetness seeping onto his jeans. "Already am."The heat between my thighs was unbearable, my body craving him in ways that only pregnancy could amplify. He yanked my hips down hard, grinding me against his cock, his breath ragged.

"Fuck, I can feel how soaked you are." His calloused hands slid under my shirt, rough thumbs circling my nipples until I arched into his touch. I didn’t wait, just peeled off my panties, straddled him again, and sank down with a groan.

His cock stretched me, filling me deep. "Jesus, you’re tight," he hissed, gripping my ass as I rode him hard, my swollen belly rubbing against him with every bounce. No slow buildup. No gentle touches. Just raw, desperate need.

"Faster," he growled, slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp. The sharp sting only made me clench around him, his groan vibrating through me.I leaned back, nails scraping down his chest, riding him with deep, rolling strokes that had his thighs tensing beneath me.

"You gonna come inside me?" I taunted, grinding down just to hear his sharp intake of breath. "Fuck yes," he gritted out, hands clamping around my waist. "Gonna fill you up, make you drip."  The couch creaked wildly beneath us as I picked up the pace, my tits bouncing, my skin slick where our bodies slapped together.

He reached between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing rough circles until my thighs shook. "That's it," he urged, voice ragged.

"Come all over my cock." I cried out as the orgasm tore through me, my hips stuttering, my nails biting into his shoulders. He cursed, thrust up once, twice, then spilled deep inside me with a groan, his grip bruising. Panting, I collapsed against him, his cum still pulsing into me. "Again," I murmured against his neck, already feeling him twitch inside me.