Page 61 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Slid it open and stepped out onto the deck.

The morning air was thick and humid, but the view was beautiful.

Lush green lawn stretching out toward the tree line. Birds singing in the distance. Sunlight filtering through the leaves in golden streaks that looked like something out of a painting.

Amai never sat back here.

I’d noticed that the first time I moved into this house.

He had this entire beautiful space—this sanctuary—and he never used it.

I always felt it was because the back deck was the one pretty thing he couldn’t rip apart.

Amai broke pretty things.

Not intentionally.

That’s what was so scary about it.

It was completely unintentional.

He’d see you in a way you’d never been seen. Like he could look past all the walls and defenses and see straight into the parts of you that you kept hidden. The parts you didn’t even show yourself.

And he’d love you in a way that gripped your soul.

The kind of love that made you feel like you’ddieif you let it go.

But the part that really tied your soul to his?

The part that made it impossible to walk away, even when you knew you should?

That happened when he made love to you.

Not fucked.

Made love.

Because that’s when you saw the other demon.

Not the one in the streets who moved bodies and ran empires and made grown men piss themselves with a single look.

No.

You saw theotherdemon.

The one that smirked while you fell apart beneath him.

The one that whispered filthy, beautiful things in your ear while his hands mapped every inch of your body like he was memorizing scripture.

The one thatlicked you back together piece by pieceafter he’d shattered you so completely you didn’t know where you ended and he began.

He did it so well you almost forgot you were broken.

Almost forgot that the man putting you back together was the same man who’d helped break you in the first place.

I took a sip of my coffee.

Stared out at the trees.