“No,” I choked out. I was struggling to stay upright, the humming in my ears making me feel faint.
“Yes.” His voice was cold, his gaze even colder. “He wanted to keep you, Kloe.” His sneer was full of disgust, of hatred. “He actually loved you. You were his little angel. His princess.”
Memories flooded my mind and I dropped to the sofa behind me as I tried to suck air into my lungs.
“Shush, princess. It’s okay.”
His hand stroked over my hair as I clung to Mummy’s cold, stiff body. “I want Mummy!”
“We have each other now, angel. I’m going to take good care of you. Mummy was tired with you. But I’m not. I’ll never tire of you, my sweet little girl. You’re mine now. And I’m yours. We’re together, as it should be. As it will always be.”
I cried into Mummy’s chest, begging that I could hear the thump of her heart in my ear again. She’d been cold for so many days, but it had just been me and her. Yet now Brian had come back, and it wasn’t just Mummy and me anymore.
“I hate you!” I screamed at him.
He tutted, shaking his head in chastisement. “Now, now, princess. You need to love me, or I’m afraid your tummy will go hungry again tonight.”
I knew what he meant. How Mummy had had to love him to fill our bellies. I couldn’t help but cry when his fingers started to lift my nightdress over the tops of my legs. I didn’t want to cry, I wanted to be a big girl for Mummy, but I was hungry. So very hungry….
“You can’t!” I begged Anderson, dropping to my knees before him. “Please.”
He closed his eyes and his throat bobbed hard but he inhaled deeply and re-opened his eyes. His glare was icy, his eyes freezing me from the inside out. “I don’t have any choice, Kloe. I need to end this. To watch the horror roll over his face when I snub out your life before him. To take from him what he always wanted.”
I stared at nothing, my mind blank. Terror glided through my veins, restricting my blood flow and turning the light-headedness into blackness.
PERFECTION.
The soft light skipped over her pale skin, highlighting each scar and making them dance for me. Her soft but full body swung in the ropes before me, her large round belly caressed in my hands, my fingers spread over the stretched skin.
My boy kicked me, telling me he knew I was there.
Kloe smiled, the blue of her eyes glistening with tears of delight. She was so amazingly beautiful when she was happy. And I’d given her that. I was the one who had filled her womb with what she craved, what she had once only ever dreamed of.
Crashing my mouth to hers, she moaned into me, the small puff of air flickering across my tongue and making me hunger for her even more.
“I love you,” she whispered against my lips. Her eyes were fixed on mine, the declaration of her words reflected back at me through her gaze. “I love what you do to me, Anderson. What you’ve given me.”
She waited. Like always.
Her soft lips moved with the touch of a gentle smile. “Even now.” She sighed. “Even now, after it all, you still can’t say it, can you?”
Blood filled my heart, making the next beat painful. I knew I loved her. I knew without a single doubt that she was the only thing that allowed my heart to beat. Yet my soul wouldn’t allow it. Even now.
She sucked in a breath, her eyes closing in ecstasy as I drew the tip of the blade between her breasts, slicing her with such delicacy that even the rush of blood to the surface was lazy and serene. “This….” I ran the blade over more skin, observing the fog of pleasure roll across her pretty face. “…This is all I can give you, Kloe.”
My cock slid between her closed thighs and I used the friction to give me the stimulation I needed. She swung in the harness and I lifted her legs around my waist, steadying her to me. Her huge belly pressed against mine, the trickle of blood smearing between our touching skin, but that only added to my excitement.
Kloe was mine in every way. And what she carried in her was mine. For the first time in thirty years, something belonged to me.
“You know I’ll never let you go, don’t you?” I breathed into the softness of her neck, nipping her skin with my teeth until the familiar taste of copper tingled on my tongue.
Her head fell to the side and she huffed. “And you know I’ll never let go. Never.”
She cried out, her eyes snapping open when I drove my cock inside her. Her walls gripped me like a vice, an act to verify her promise, as her legs tightened around my body. “Never,” she repeated as I started to plunge in and out of her with a fury I couldn’t keep up with.
Only when I was inside her, in the very depths of my wife, did I ever feel complete. Her love, her passion - they soaked me from the inside out, and electrified every one of my senses with feelings.
“Harder,” she cried. “Hate me, Anderson. Hate me!”
“Never!” I hissed through the clench of my jaw, my teeth catching the edge of my tongue and making me shudder.