Chapter 29

Zailah

When the car turned into a long driveway that I didn't recognise. I sat up to look out the window. We stopped at a large sandstone house. It wasn't modern but an older design, judging by the large bay windows. It suited his ancient ass.

“This is our home until the doctor completes his work,”

Remus said as he squeezed my hand.

“I-I’m not going back to the facility?”

I asked hesitantly because I’d been dreading going back there. I didn’t miss the fact that he said our home.

“If you do, it won't be for any more test work. Dr Lawrence will be completing all further tests on me,” he said.

I bit my lower lip with my indecisive thoughts. He had said this before, but I simply didn't trust his word. We might have dynamite chemistry in the sack, but he had sociopathic or psychopathic traits. I didn't know enough about the conditions to make a sound conclusion.

“I will show you around,”

he said as he clasped my hand.

He used to drag me around by my wrist before. The man was an enigma, and I wondered who or what hurt him for him to be such a shithead. I had a feeling that he was a natural-born sadist with a side of anger issues. Yet I was the one who allowed him to impregnate me. If that was possible. The doctors had told me that my body didn't release any eggs at all, and when I had my period, I just thought it was a random erratic one because they were non-existent.

“Uh, I need to wash up first,”

I said as we walked down the hallway. Wet knickers were not comfortable.

He began to sniff the air like a bloodhound.

“No, I think you smell just fine to me,”

he said before his tongue slipped out and he licked his lips.

I couldn't take my eyes off his lips, and I had to wonder if exchanging our DNA molecules had triggered some connection between us. Or I could be horny after a holiday full of dirty, nasty sex.

When we reached the master bedroom, he closed the door behind me and locked the door. I twirled around, but he hadn't locked me in.

“You're so suspicious,”

he said with his usual sly smirk only this time his pearly white teeth were on show.

“Do you blame me?”

I said with a raised eyebrow. “Why do you want to have a baby with me?”

I blurted out because he didn't cry family man to me.

His expression became guarded, and he seemed to tense, but he immediately relaxed again.

“I've never wanted children. I didn't see the point,”

he said, and his blunt words startled me. “And I certainly didn't want to be tied down to a woman through a child. With you, there seems to be a biological urgency to procreate, not just once. With you, I would have numerous children,”

he began to walk towards me, and I began to move backwards because his expression was so fierce.

I hit something and almost fell, but he grabbed me by my arms.

“With you, I want to fuck as many inside of you as I can. I want to see milk dripping from your breasts. I want to see your belly swollen with our children again and again. I want to see the miracle of birth and meet our children. It isn't a compulsion. It’s an obsession.

Holy fucking fuckballs.

I cleared my throat. “That’s a lot of children,”

I said lightly.

“I have a feeling that our children will be a whole new breed,”

he said as his arms wrapped around my lower back, reminding me of my tattoo. “And I’m excited to meet them all as long as you are their mother. So why don't you strip off and bend over the couch for me?”

All I could think of was how hard he had pounded me into the bed on the aeroplane. He was so intense, and I was about to do what he asked, but I winced when I remembered my dad.

“And what if things don't work out between us?”

I asked because he did rip my throat out when we first met. “What will that do to any child we produce?”

A scowl instantly came across his face, and his lips were tightly pursed.

“I don't know where your head is at, but I—”

he stopped mid-sentence, and his scowl cleared. “Do you think I’m like your useless cunt of a father?”

“How do you know—”

“I had to know who would come looking for you,”

he said, cutting me off. “Nothing will separate us, not even you.”

He wasn't being realistic because life didn't work like that. Nothing could be guaranteed forever.

“I can see your scepticism, but you will see for yourself eventually,”

he said as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Now, be a good girl and do as you're told.”

He knew how to push my buttons, but I began to take my dress off because all the baby talk had turned me on. My mum never knew about my infertility. At the time, I had been devastated because, at some point in my life, I would have loved to have experienced motherhood.

I piled my clothes on a chair and watched Remus toss his on the bed before he turned to face me.

“Your body was made to be bred,”

he said as his eyes slowly moved down my body. I felt my cheeks burn because I knew I wasn't skinny.

“Go lie on the couch with your ass hanging off the end. You know I need to get deep inside that pussy,”

he said with a smile, but his hand was wrapped around his hard cock.

I gulped and moved towards the couch, and did as he asked. The leather felt cold as I lay down, and I never felt cold since he had infected me.

I heard him sigh behind me.

“I will never tire from seeing this ass,”

he said as he rubbed my ass cheeks to my back. “But let’s get you into position.”

I frowned because I thought I was in position. He picked me up by my hips and moved me until my ass was in the air. He ran his fingers along my pussy, and I gasped as he began to rub my clit.

“Isn't my cum supposed to stay inside your pussy, baby?”

“That isn't how gravity works, baby,”

I snarked back at him.

He smacked me so hard that my leg slipped, but he lifted it up again as I breathed through the stinging pain.

“God. Can't you take a joke?”

I groaned.

“I can take a joke,”

he lied as he rubbed his cock along my pussy. “But that was sarcasm.”

I opened my mouth but quickly closed it again because I was so close to getting some dick. Then again, he couldn't control himself with his anger issues.

“Are we doing this? I’m getting bored,”

I said with a loud yawn and slapped my hands on the cushions.

I couldn't help picturing his indignant face because he stopped all movement. I resisted the urge to see what he was doing.

“I do love it when you want to play rough, Zailah,”

he said before he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bed. He pushed me back onto the bed and stood over me.

“This is going to hurt,” he said.

I didn’t feel as brave as I did twenty seconds ago.

How bad could it be?