Chapter 4

Larissa

I’d barely come down from my high, when Harl crushed his lips to mine, making me taste myself, and a low sexy grunt vibrated from his chest turning me on, even though I’d just come.

Curious, I moved my hand to his groin only to confirm my suspicions. He was aching hard. Probably had been this whole time.

A smirk pulls at my lips even as we kiss, and I slowly rub my hands against him, teasing him like he did to me. And he lets out another grunt, but this one sounds rough, which makes it even more sexier. And now, I suddenly want to see what it’s like to make him lose control so I move my hands to unbuckle his belt, but he immediately stops me, pulling away.

“Don’t worry about me, darling,” He said, shifting me farther into the bed and moving my hand away from his belt. “Like you said earlier, you’re paying me, so I have to make sure you have a good time.” He murmured softly, rubbing his thumb over my lip.

“Now turn over, let me get a nice view of that ass.” I didn’t even know what turned me on more—him, or the way his gaze lingered on me.

I drew my bottom lip between my teeth as I turned with unhurried ease, letting my movements stay slow and intentional. As much as I was excited we were finally getting to the good part, I was actually looking forward to making him lose control and that infuriatingly calm and relaxed demeanor of his.

Guess I have to find another way then.

“Aren’t you going to take my heels off?” I teased with a grin, flicking my foot in the air as I backed him, giving him a full view of my ass, like he asked.

He chuckled deeply before pulling his shirt over his head and revealing his deliciously ripped body. “I like them better.” He quipped, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer so he could whisper into my ear, “Makes you look… so much hotter. And I didn’t even think that was possible.”

“Stupid boy,” I teased with a soft laugh, but it faltered into a surprised gasp when Harl palmed my ass, giving it a small squeeze. And I couldn’t help but feel naughty.

I then lowered myself to the bed, arching my back for him and his hands explored my ass before settling right in the entrance of my pussy. “You better make me not regret this, moron.”

He let out a breathy laugh as he slipped his fingers inside of me, preparing me for him as he loosened his belt. “That was the plan all along.”

“Mmm… is that so?” I murmured, gasping softly as I moved against his hand—desperate for friction as he was torturously slow.

“Why should I answer that when I can’t just show you?” That and the rip of a foil was the only warning I got before he buried himself inside of me.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned out, closing my fingers around the sheets. I barely got a glimpse of his dick and I’d been looking forward to that the whole night.

Every inch of him screamed big dick energy and gosh… I was so right. “Are you okay?” I could just hear the smugness in his tone.

“Oh shut up and get to it. Did you really think I couldn’t take all of you at once?”

“Oh baby, that’s not all of me. But since you insist…” my mouth immediately fell open as he sank deeper into me and I had to bite into the sheets to stop myself from screaming.

“That’s it, darling.” He leaned over, giving me a kiss on the cheek before his hands found my waist and he spanked my ass. “Take all of it. Every fucking inch.”

My retort was waiting on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t get it out and hand to settle for a sharp glare. But every ounce of annoyance in me melted to heat when he began pounding into me.

He started off slow at first, gradually increasing his pace, and now… I was drowning in sensation and bliss, my senses completely consumed.

“Still have doubts now, Larissa?”

I couldn’t answer. God I could barely gather my own thoughts let alone string a couple of words together. “No?” I felt his fingers graze my nipples before giving my breasts a hard squeeze. “That’s what I thought.”

I was too lost in my haze of pleasure to get annoyed by his taunts. He kept moving from my breasts to spanking my ass as he pulled my hair and it felt like every inch of me was on fire.

I couldn’t even keep up with his movements, and I didn’t even know how long I stayed there, kneeling on the bed, with his big cock stretching out my insides before he overwhelmed me completely and turned me into a shaking, boneless mess.

I was still trying to steady my breathing after he turned me over and took off my heels, when I saw him disposing of the used condom. I’d been so lost in my own head that I didn’t even notice when he came.

“So…” he began when he joined me on the bed, wrapping my bare leg around him. “How did I do?” He asked, his eyes dark and unblinking. And I knew then that I definitely wasn’t done with him tonight.

“Hmm…” I stroked my chin with a small smile, as I stared up pretending to think. “I guess I’ll give you a six.”

“A six?” He sounded flabbergasted. “From the way you were screaming and shaking a few minutes ago, it has to be more than that.”

“A six,” I repeated, ignoring his last words as I let my finger glide down his bare chest. “And that’s being generous,” I added, leaning closer with a grin. “Or are you offended?”

“Not at all.” He cooed, grabbing my finger before flipping us over so he’ll be on top. “I have more than enough time to change your mind.”

A soft giggle escaped me, breathless and tingling with anticipation for what he’d do next.

I knew it was his job to satisfy women… probably men too. So there was a huge chance he was just putting on a show and pretending to like me. But at least, he was good at it. Too good even.

Part of me knew that there was going to be huge consequences for my actions tonight—other part however, couldn’t bring herself to care.

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Two weeks.

It had been about two weeks since Harl completely melted my brain in ways I didn’t even know was possible and I still think about it to this day. I didn’t even know if my decision to slip away after leaving his payment on the bedside table, so I wouldn’t be tempted to have sex with him again, was a good one.

Maybe I should’ve waited for him to wake up. The thought bothered me to the point that I even went ahead to message him again. But he never replied, and out of shame and mortification I ended up deleting the text.

Guess it really was a one night thing.

I was still thinking of a way to make Zephan know about my night with Harl. I didn’t want to tell him myself, so it wouldn’t be obvious that I’d done it to spite him.

He’d already gone out for his morning run, so it was just me in the house now. I was getting ready for my shower—just like I always do, so I’d be done before Zephan gets back—when a queasy feeling rolled through my stomach, sudden and impossible to ignore.

I barely made it to the bathroom in time, before retching violently, my fingers gripping the sink. Relief and dizziness followed in equal measure.

What the hell was that? Did I eat something bad? I only had bread and peanut butter last night?

My hand hovered over my stomach as a terrible, quiet thought began to form.

“No…”

Now that I even think about it, my period was supposed to come last week.

Panic fluttered in my chest as I met my widened gaze in the mirror. Immediately, I darted to the bathroom drawer where I kept the pregnancy strips that Zephan had insisted we keep. We’d only been married for about a year and a couple of months and he’d said he wasn’t ready to have kids yet. I agreed reluctantly, telling myself we’ll still have them eventually.

I found the strip, took the test, and waited in silence for the results while my thoughts ran wild.

Zephan knew I was mad at him, so he hadn’t attempted to touch me since our argument. Normally that was supposed to be a problem but given the attention he got from his sluts, he was unbothered.

And so… if Zephan hadn’t touched me, then that means…

My stomach dropped as the two pink lines stared back at me.

I was pregnant.

For Harl.