Page 8 of Ruin Me Sweetly
More tears tracked down her cheeks. She was still in her fertile window—this could disrupt the delicate hormonal balance.
“Yes,” she croaked.
I released the breath I’d been holding. She lowered her hand and I held it to still the tremors, slipping the three-carat rock onto her finger.
I heard a dull thump somewhere upstairs.
Zach would need to play nice now that Daddy was home.
I stood and cupped Isabella’s cheeks, kissing her long and hard.
So open and sweet. Pliable and perfect.
“Tonight,” I rasped.
“Yes,” she murmured, rubbing her palms against my chest.
I wasn’t sure if she was aware of it or not, but she was rubbing her thighs together. Nothing but my cock would ease that ache. The window would close in the next 48 hours.
Knocking up my wife was essential for the next phase.
Chapter 5
Isabella
Tonight I was in for another cervix bashing. Or that’s what Rhea called it, after she cried. She tried to be happy for me, but every so often a snarky comment spilled out, and she apologised straight away. So I told her all about the last few days of the Luke Chronicles. I couldn’t wait to show her my new ring.
Tonight.
Oh my.
The doorbell rang, but we didn’t move since we heard someone coming downstairs.
“Look, about Zach,” I began to say, but Luke placed a finger over my lips.
“He’s family.”
I searched his eyes for a moment, because he didn’t know the history, and Zach carried so much after Clive’s death. He’d upped and walked away from us a few days after the funeral.
But he was home now.
Luke backed me against the counter.
“You don’t need to worry about a thing, my love,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“How did I get so lucky?” I whispered, cupping his jaw.
“Remember that, tonight,” he said, kissing my cheek before pulling back. “I’ll go check on our new guest.”
Nolan.
Amber’s first proper boyfriend. He seemed a little timid, which wasn’t a bad thing in a teenager.
I sighed, watching Luke’s perfect buns vanish from the kitchen.
Right. Check on the potatoes.
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