Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
"Oh my gosh," I breathe. "Did Ronan know who I was before I even got on that bus?"
A BILLIONAIRE, I find myself thinking once again as a cab takes me back to Ronan's place. I'm actually dating a billionaire, and I still don't know how to feel about it.
I rest my hand on my swollen belly, but all I can sense is calmness and peace from my baby girl. She takes after our God, I guess?
As do you, child.
I close my eyes as I fight back tears. I wish I could think my hormones are to blame, but I know it's not.
I still can't believe you chose Ronan for me.
Ye of little faith.
God's tone in my mind is teasing, and this supernatural sound still has me smiling when the cab finally drops me off in front of Ronan's place.
I use the key he's given me to get in, and I jump back in surprise when I find him waiting for me in the living room. "Y-You're still awake."
"I was waiting for you."
"Why?"
He shoves his hands deep into his pockets. "You know why."
The tightness of his tone is just too cute...that I can't help teasing him a little.
"I don't know what to say."
Ronan jerks at my shaken tone. "What do you mean?"
"You lied to me."
He stiffens at this, but it's not enough for me.
"You didn't trust me—"
"No." He starts toward me, his face pale. "Acacia, let me explain—"
"S-Stop."
He becomes absolutely still, his body coiled like a spring. "Acacia—"
"I need to tell you something, too."
"Don't make any rash decisions when—"
"I've changed my mind about the wedding."
"Fuck, Acacia—"
"Now that I know the truth, I'm determined to save even more money by canceling our catering plans. We'll do a pot bless instead—"
"Damn you."
He looks at me as if he doesn't know whether to strangle or kiss me first, and I can totally relate because for so many times, that's how he's made me feel.
"I thought I lost you," he grates out.
A smile wobbles to my lips.
Silly man.
"I couldn't make myself tell you I was pregnant, and you forgave me. That was when I knew. However impossible it may be...your heart is as beautiful as—-"
Oh my.
Is my beautiful fiancé blushing?
I only realize I've whispered these words out loud when he glares at me.
Stupid, stupid hormones.
I try to make my escape even though I know it's futile. Ronan has insane reflexes while pregnancy has me waddling like a duck, and—-aaaah!
He bends me over the back of his couch as soon as he catches me, and then he's pushing my dress up, ripping my panties off—
"You're already wet," he growls, his fingers sliding between my folds.
"R-Ronan—"
His fingers thrust inside of me, and my protests melt into a moan.
Aaaah.
When he asked me to move in with him, I had said yes with one condition. I wanted us to wait until our wedding night, and I didn't know it at that time, but the reason he had said yes so easily was because of this.
Ronan starts squeezing my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress, and I cry his name out.
Silly, silly, adorable man!
He honestly thought our period of celibacy is a test of his willpower, but what he was adamant about not giving up was the right to make me come—-
My eyes squeeze shut as his fingers thrust deeper and deeper into me, curling to hit that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
—-wherever and whenever he desires, and as many times as he wants.
"You're so tight." Desire makes his voice rough, and I love it. "So wet and perfect for me."
His thumb finds my clit, circling it with devastating precision while his fingers continue their relentless assault on my inner walls. My hips buck against his hand, chasing the pleasure that builds with each stroke.
"Tell me you'll never leave me." His fingers slow, making me whimper. "Tell me."
"N-Never." It's all I can manage, with how every thrust of his fingers is driving me crazy.
"Good girl." He rewards me by speeding up again, adding a third finger that stretches me deliciously. "Because everything I've done—everything I am—belongs to you now. Do you understand?"
I can barely nod, my body trembling on the edge of release.
"Say it," Ronan growls. "Say you understand that I'm yours."
"Mine," I pant, grinding back against his hand. "You're mine."
His free hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back so he can capture my mouth in a searing kiss that steals what little breath I have left. His tongue mimics the thrusting of his fingers, claiming me completely.
Pleasure finally consumes me, my body shuddering at the strength of my orgasm. My knees fold as soon as he pulls his fingers out, and Ronan chuckles as he sweeps me into his arms.
My eyes drift shut as he lays me on the bed. His touch is gentle as he cleans me with a warm cloth, removing all traces of my pleasure before pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. My lips tremble at all the things I want to say.