His Captive Bride

"The condoms. You think I wouldn't figure it out? You tampered with them." Her voice was brittle, her eyes filled with a contempt that could have flayed me alive. I didn't deny it. I couldn't even muster the pretense of surprise. She was right. I had punctured them. Methodically. Deliberately. I sat on the edge of the bed, the smoke from my cigarette curling into the tense air. "I don't regret it," I said, my voice rough. "You're insane," she whispered, backing away until she hit the wall. "You trapped me." "I kept you," I corrected, standing up and closing the distance between us. She trembled, but not from cold. It was pure, raw fear. "I tried everything else to make you stay, Elena. Money, gifts, threats... nothing worked. You were always looking at the door. Always looking for him." I reached out, trapping her between my arms against the cold plaster. "So I gave you a reason to stay that you can't run from." Her hand moved instinctively to her flat stomach. "I haven't decided if I'm keeping it." The air in the room dropped ten degrees. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at the darkness swirling in my eyes. "That is my child, Elena. And you will never, ever take him away from me." *Sweet Reminder: This is a fluffy romance disguised as a dark romance.*