“Your plan was to get some asshole to fill you with his cum.
His hips shift, digging his rock-hard bulge into my back as he pushes me forward, toward the bedroom. “You’re such a slick little rat, aren’t you?”
His mouth hisses over my neck like a knife. He tugs my hair and I follow the pressure, standing up as he weaves an arm around my neck. His smile is more like a dark grin, and his eyes simmer with unbridled lust. I open my mouth to tell him to let me go, but the expression he wears stops me. His hand drops on my head, smoothing my face. Heavy footsteps creak over the floorboards and finally come to a rest where I sit. Is it fair to expect him to take responsibility? Should I do everything because it’s my fault? Is it my fault? I try to imagine raising a kid in this place, and then in my mind’s image I see Tony’s face, contorted with rage as a shrill cry wakes him up from sleep.
Shaking, I leave the kitchen to sit on the sofa in the living room. I can’t stand the sight of him like this. The test results sit on the kitchen table, and he stares at the paper as if it’ll magically turn negative if he looks at it long enough. He lets out a long exhale and collapses into a chair in the kitchen. My arms wrap around my middle as he looks at me under his dark locks. I can’t tell whether he’s furious or terrified. I show him the test results from the doctor, the missing pills from my birth control, and it all crashes on his head. When we get home, Tony dissolves into nervous energy. I wonder if he’ll just end things between us. I study the tic in his jaw, the way his eyes focus on the streets without ever once glancing at me, and I wonder what the hell he’s thinking. We stop in front of his car and he opens the door, pointing inside.ĭuring the car ride home, Tony keeps a stoic silence that I think is a front for his barely constrained panic. Then suddenly he pulls my arm and I scramble after him in the streets. His other hand curls around my waist, smoothing over my belly. I just don’t know for how long.” He touches my face gently as another tear rolls down my cheek. He’s the one who saved me without asking for a single dime in return. I don’t believe that he’d be a bad influence. Pressure builds up behind my eyes, and I’m pissed off, too. The things he says makes my stomach cave in. The thigh nudges me again, and a ripple of desire moves up my body. “I’m trying to make you understand that I’m not a good man. “What exactly are you trying to accomplish, here? The baby’s coming whether you like it or not.” “Why are you trying to scare me?” My voice grows stronger. Darkness swirls in his eyes, but they’re the same ones that dented with pain when told me that he never wanted this life for himself. A cruel mask slides over Tony’s face, and it occurs to me that he might be right.
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