His Secret Baby (A Bad Boy Romance)

by Waltz, Vanessa

  I’m insane for considering this. This man I barely know, my husband, made it quite clear that he wants to use my body for his family. He wants another baby, but that might take weeks. Months, even.

  “It’s been way too long,” he says in a ragged voice.

  But even though his movements are thick with lust, his hands are deliberate.

  “Did you pick me for this?”

  Thane pulls the shirt off my back, throwing the bra aside. “My dad wanted me to settle the fuck down and get married, and you were perfect. No crazy job. No family to get in the way.” He squeezes my nipples and tugs hard enough to make my pussy clench. “Gorgeous tits.”

  “You didn’t know me,” I gasp.

  “I didn’t need to. I knew you’d bear my children, and that was enough.”

  Even with all his talk about duty and babies and whatever the fuck, he acts like a ravenous man with a morsel of meat. He pushes me against the wall, his body heat cascading over me. His hair tickles my face before his lips touch mine. It’s a slow burn. First a solid pulse between my legs, and then it burns brighter as he grinds his fingers in the back of my neck, kissing me so deeply that I think I’ll faint. He lets me go so we both can breathe. I touch his chiseled face, his sinewy neck, down to his pecs, flexing under my fingers. Then I shove his jacket off and he wraps an arm around my waist so that I’m trapped against him.

  “You might hate me for it, but I wanted you for this.”

  He cups me through my jeans, digging his middle finger hard to rub against my clit. I choke something out and tear a button out of his shirt accidentally. I decide I don’t hate him for it.

  He smiles at me, and it’s the same cocky smirk I remember him wearing all those years ago. The sound of the button of my jeans snapping startles me, and then he unzips my pants. They pool around my feet, and he cups my pussy again, kneading my through my panties. I’m overwhelmed with the smile on his face, his hand, and the tent in his slacks. I grab his thick, iron-like cock as his eyes glaze over.

  “I wanted you for this.”

  He laughs. “I guess that’s fair.”

  “I’m not going to let you use me like a broodmare.”

  His lips hover over mine, teasing. “I won’t have to tell you take off your clothes for much longer. You’ll do it for me.”

  “Yeah right.”

  “You won’t able to help yourself from climbing into my arms every night and giving your body to me, over and over.”

  It’s hard to argue when his hand is on my pussy. He slips the fabric aside, and I the heat of his hand touches my very wet pussy. I make a sound that might be a gasp or a whine. He laughs, kissing my neck. The skin on my nipples burn, but he avoids them. The sound of my breathing becomes painfully sharp as he trails his lips down my stomach, all the way to my panties. I buck when he kisses my needy clit. Then his fingers scrape my skin as he drags the panties off my ass, which he gives a slight squeeze before pulling them all the way down. I step out of them, my cheeks bright pink, I’m sure, because of the wetness between my thighs. Thane kneels down, his head right between my legs. I feel his breath before I hear him.

  “Spread your legs.”

  I obey him, thinking of that heat inside me, and then he touches his lips to my clit. I grab his hair and yank hard as his tongue rolls over the swollen ball. His fingers grab my thighs for purchase as he leans forward, reaching all the way back with his tongue.

  “Oh my God.”

  It’s like I’ve forgotten how to breathe. I let out a long exhale, but my heat rams against my ribs. More, it demands. More.

  His tongue moves inside me like a muscle made for pleasure. It curls up and massages my clit. Then his lips pucker and suck at me. Lust hits me with a sharp prod, and I look down. Jesus Christ, I can probably come at the sight of his face buried in my pussy. My thighs quiver as he takes deliberate flicks with his tongue, sending electrical jolts flying through my skin. I hear my wetness, the lapping sounds of his tongue, and the faint smell of sex. He pauses for a moment, his head turning to burn his lips against my inner thigh. Slowly, deliberately, he grabs a mouthful of thigh and bites while rubbing my clit. Another jolt ripples up my abdomen. Thane looks up, giving me a dark grin. Even when he’s on his knees, Thane can’t resist reminding me who’s in charge. I’m fine with him doing whatever the hell he wants, as long as he doesn’t ever stop doing this right now.

  My pussy contracts against the cold, and I bury my hands deep in his hair. No, more.

  He smiles as he sinks a finger inside me as easily as butter. “I’m going to have your obedience, Christine, because you belong to me. This pussy is mine to fuck. I’m going to take your body every night, and if I want to cum on your tits, I will. If I decide I want your ass, I’ll take that, too.”

  I’ve never heard him talk like this.

  “I’m your wife.”

  “Yes, but you ran away from me and stole my son. I haven’t forgotten, Christine. That doesn’t mean that I hate you, but you definitely need to be punished.”

  His breath gusts over my wet pussy, and he slips his tongue in front of his finger, fucking me with his mouth. My thighs tighten as a reluctant moan slips from my mouth.

  This doesn’t feel like punishment.

  He tongues me one last time before standing up from his knees. In seconds his hand fists my hair, pulling hard enough to knock my head against the wall. Then his lips crash over mine, and I open my mouth in surprised gasp, melting when his tongue swirls over mine. I taste my pussy all over his lips, and I don’t know why I like it, only that it’s hot as fuck. It makes my core heat to feel him lose control like this.

  I’m ripped from the wall and spun around. He grips the back of my neck and walks me forward, not toward the bedroom.

  Toward the hallway.

  “What are you doing?”

  I dig in my heels as he grabs my hip and shoves me forward just as his breath hisses over my ear. “I don’t like being questioned while I’m trying to teach you a lesson. You’re going to open that door and step outside, or I’ll drag you.”

  “I’m naked! Are you insane?”

  Clearly, he is.

  “I don’t like having my sanity questioned, either.”

  “Fuck this!”

  I turn around, shove his chest, and he grabs my arms, twisting them behind my back. Thane’s mad grin flashes at me as he forces me forward, his cock digging in my ass.

  “I remember how afraid you were to suck my cock in that locker room. The night we met. That’s how I know this is perfect for you.”

  “Thane, please!”

  “It’s very late. There probably won’t be anyone out there.”

  “What about the security cameras?”

  “We’ll give them a nice show,” he says in a completely unworried tone.

  Then he leans forward and grabs the handle of the door. It flies open, and he pushes me through. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me. Twisted in his arms, I stumble through the threshold and look wildly down the halls, just waiting for someone’s voice to lift in a scream. It’s deserted, but still very well lit and I can count the black globes on the ceiling, aimed directly at us.

  Thane could care less. The door snaps behind him, my last refuge, and he moves me into the center of the hallway. My legs buckle, and he finally lets me go.

  “Please!” I fall against his legs, trying to cover myself.

  He laughs softly, bending down to slide his hands under my arms. He makes me stand, one fist in my hair, the other hand hot on my tits. My heart hammers like a ceaseless drumbeat, knocking against my ribs.

  Just fuck him and get it over with.

  I turn around, but he shakes his head, smiling.

  “We’ll go back inside when I say it’s over.”

  He flattens my back against his chest, and my eyes dart down the hall. Any moment now, someone will come out, and—

  My thoughts fracture. He slips his hands between my legs. I keep them closed. He slaps t
hem impatiently, tutting in my ear.

  “The longer you fight me, the longer we stay out here.”

  Oh God.

  I open my legs a fraction, and Thane moves his hand between the slickness of my thighs. Fear sweat, I tell myself. The hand in my hair loosens as he plays with my clit, rubbing the impatient bud in circles. Light kisses scald my already burning cheeks. Fear keeps desire at bay. I’m not going to enjoy any of this.

  It’s as thought I can hear the lights humming. That’s how quiet it is in here. My breath hitches in a high gasp as he hooks his fingers, stabbing upward into me. He keeps them anchored there, still blowing heat over my neck with his lascivious mouth. I’m aware of his fingers. My heart still hammers wildly, although with excitement. The slick sound of his fingers echo down the hall as he slides them in and out, and my cheeks heat with a fierce blush.

  “No, don’t do that. I want you here with me, feeling everything I’m doing to you,” he says in a gritty voice.

  “I am feeling.”

  “You’re worrying about getting caught.”

  Anger rises in my chest. Of course I’m worried about being caught. He’s fingering me in the middle of the goddamn hallway!

  His finger twist inside me, and a shuddering moan shakes from my chest. I can’t block the sound, because my arms are pinned behind me.

  He chuckles, kissing my ear. “You better be quiet.”

  I want to punch him in the face for how he says it in a singsong voice. Fucking me in the middle of the hall is just a joke to him.

  I don’t know. He sounds pretty serious.

  I’m so wet. I clench my pussy over his fingers as he buries himself, unable to help myself. Obscene wet sounds pick up the rhythm as he fucks me faster. I buck my hips against him and let out another ragged sound. He turns my head kisses me hard enough to make me stagger.

  “Thane, please. I’m too close.”

  He knows I’m loud when I come.

  The fingers stop moving, but he stays buried inside me. I grit my teeth and stop myself from moving back, impaling myself on them again. I hiss as he tongues my ear, and then let out a yelp when he bites me.

  The hallways moves in a quick blur as he spins me around, shoving me against the wall. My face and hands flatten against the wall so that I can stare down the hallway. Rapid movements, a zipper, and then a deep male moan as he grabs my ass and pushes inside me. I groan at the thick pressure widening my walls.

  Thane’s fingers dig into my hips as he slowly eases himself in. What the fuck is he taking his time for? I expect him to thrust hard and get this thing over with, but it seems as though that’s the last thing on his mind.

  He pushes, and my gasp hits the air. His thighs ride against mine as he pulls back while pushing forward. My arms buckle against the wall, and then my tits flatten.

  “Are you embarrassed now? Are you too shy to take my cock in the middle of this hallway?”

  “Please.”

  But I don’t know what I’m begging him for anymore. Do I want him to finish quickly, or do I want him to fuck me?

  “I’d bet you’d come right now if someone turned around the corner and saw us. Am I right?”

  Nothing escapes my lips but a wordless, incoherent cry. He pulses in and out of me slowly, his breath ragged and his muscles shaking with the effort of restraining himself.

  He thrusts deep, and I scream. For one heart-stopping moment, I imagine the sound of a pair of footsteps running toward us. Thane responds by sliding his hand between the wall and my mouth. Then with one hand gripping my waist, he ruts me with brutal speed. I’m thrown forward by the force of his thrusts, yanked back, thrown forward. And then moans erupt from my mouth that aren’t quite covered with his hand. I feel my orgasm right underneath the surface, like running a hand over water. It’s right there, just waiting for the right nudge from his cock. He slips a finger in my mouth, and I tighten my lips around him, taking him between my teeth.

  Then at the end of the hall, I see movement. A male figure wearing all black, and I think I see the shadow of his rifle. He puts a foot forward, pauses, and turns back the other way he came. Just another day in the syndicate.

  SLAP.

  My skin explodes with sharp pain as he cracks his hand over my ass. The burn spreads with the blunt pain of his hips slapping my flesh. And then he thrusts upward and anchors himself, letting out a deep grunt. The barrier shatters and my orgasm comes flooding through, feeding my veins with euphoria. He pumps, sending jets of hot cum inside me as he slams his hips into me a few more times before pulling out, his arms still wrapped around my waist. He nuzzles my neck, planting hot kisses as his chest blows with huge breaths.

  “I can’t believe this hall is still deserted.”

  “It’s empty because they heard the noise we were making.”

  I ball my fist in his shirt as he pulls up his pants and fastens his belt. I practically glue myself to his side as he walks back to the door.

  By all means, take your time, asshole.

  He opens it, and I squeeze through the door, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

  “Look, we’ve got dinner with my family in an hour.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah,” he says, face darkening at my tone. “And Violet will be there. I expect you to apologize to her.”

  I grab my discarded clothes, holding them to my chest. “I’m not apologizing to her.”

  He shrugs, looking unconcerned. “All right. I guess I could go another round.”

  My clothes fly on the ground as he grabs my arm and yanks me into his chest, heading for the door again.

  “No! I won’t—all right, fine! Fine!”

  Smirking, he drops my arm and stoops down to pick up my clothes. He may have given me some of the best sex I’ve ever had, but right now I want to punch the smile off his face. I rip the clothes from his arms and stalk into the bathroom, slamming it shut behind me. I feel fire at my sides, eating away the glow of my orgasm.

  “You’re his fucktoy.”

  She screamed it at me then, red in the face as she hurled that vicious snarl.

  Jealousy. It has to be just jealousy.

  I curl my toes against the cold tiles, listening to Thane’s broad footsteps creaking the floorboards. The door opens, and he finds me standing there in the dark. The light pokes me hard in the eyes as he flicks the switch, and then he moves me aside with his arm like an inanimate object before moving to the shower. He steps inside alone.

  Just jealousy.

  7

  Thane

  Steam pours from the cracks of glass, and the cooler air stings my damp body. Christine stands naked in front of the mirror, exactly where I left her. She doesn’t think I can see what her face looks like in the darkness, when she thinks she’s safe from me. That same mask of defiance is mirrored around me, on the men who used to bend their knees to me. I don’t like seeing it on her. My thoughts drift to that asshole, Pierce, who laughed at my son’s blessing. I’m going to have to do something. Break his kneecaps or maybe just give him a good black eye.

  In this place, you’re either a lion or a gazelle. If you’re a gazelle, it’s probably best to find yourself a lion to hang around with. I’ve always been a lion, but lately everyone’s been treating me like a gazelle. I have to do something to all the bastards undermining me at every turn. Starting with her. If I can’t get my wife under control, well, that’ll be one more knock down the food chain.

  I towel myself off and hang it on the nearest rack, running a black comb through my hair. I flick off the extra water into the sink. Christine moves past me, her ass still burning red with my handprint. I admire the view as Christine reaches into the shower to turn it back on. She catches me staring at her and gives me a sullen look. I don’t care. She can be as pissed off as she wants, so long as she gives me what I need.

  I close the door to the bathroom and walk into the bedroom, dressing quickly. Then I walk back into the nursery to find my little man. He’s sitting
up in the crib, shaking a rattle fiercely. He looks at me with deep blue eyes as recognition dawns on his face. Then his lips tug.

  “Dada!”

  Goddamn. It gets me every time he does that. My heart squeezes as I reach into the crib and brush the light tuft of hair. He grabs my fingers, tugging them hard.

  “Come here, little man.”

  I scoop him out of the crib and sit back in the rocking chair. I make him stand on me knees, and he giggles and bounces his feet. I can’t help but feel lighter, and it surprises me. I play with him while Christine gets ready. Daniel squeals on my lap as I bounce him up and down.

  Christine pokes her head in, a slight smile flickering on her face as she watches us. “I’m ready.”

  She’s wearing a black cocktail dress that flares out to her knees. It’s covered in delicate lace patterned in roses, which runs all the way up her neck and around. Gold-spun hair spills over her head, brushing her shoulders.

  I stand up with Daniel in my arms without realizing it, and get a fantastic view of her ass when she bends over to grab her purse. My balls tighten until I do a small count in my head to stop the blood rushing into my cock.

  “Aren’t we going to be late?”

  “Yeah. Let’s go.”

  I take her hand and we leave the suite.

  “My mother’s place is just down the hall. We try to get together every week or so, especially since my brothers passed.”

  She gives me a wary look. “How did they die?”

  “I don’t like talking about it.”

  Real fear creeps into Christine’s voice. “They were killed here, weren’t they?”

  They were cut down like dogs.

  It plays in my head like an old-fashioned war reel. A black and white image of a man with pale hair smiles as he grabs my father’s hair, wrenches his head back, and moves his arm in a quick jerking motion. It happened so fast. There was nothing I could have done, but my brothers…