Page 193 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Footsteps moved through Amai’s room.

A closet door opened and closed.

More footsteps—down the stairs this time.

I held my breath.

The front door opened.

Closed.

And then—the sound of Amai’s car starting in the driveway.

The engine rumbled then faded as he pulled away.

Silence.

I exhaled slowly and stood, my legs unsteady beneath me.

He was gone.

I left my room and moved downstairs, the house feeling too big and too empty now. My footsteps echoed on the hardwood as I made my way to the kitchen.

I needed coffee. Or wine. Or something to ground me in the present moment instead of spiraling into what the fuck I’d just done.

I was pulling a mug from the cabinet when I heard footsteps behind me.

“You good?”

I turned to find Syx standing in the doorway, his locs pulled back, wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt that clung to his chest and arms in ways that made my mouth go dry.

“Define good,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

He crossed the kitchen and leaned against the counter beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

“You want coffee or something stronger?”

“Coffee,” I said. “For now.”

He smirked and reached past me to grab the coffee grounds from the cabinet, his arm brushing mine. The contact sent a shiver through me that I couldn’t hide.

“You’re shaking,” he observed, his voice low.

“I’m processing.”

“Processing what?” He started the coffee maker, his movements easy and familiar. “The fact that Amai choked you? Or the fact that you let me fuck you?”

I flinched at the bluntness, but I didn’t look away. “Both.”

“Fair.” He leaned back against the counter, his dark eyes studying me. “You regret it?”

“No.” The answer came faster than I expected. “Do you?”

“Hell no.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then back up. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Yaya. You know that.”

I did know that. I’d always known that.

Syx had never hidden the way he looked at me—like I was something he wanted to devour. Like I was forbidden fruit he’d been denied too long.