Semua Bab Kiss Me, Bravta King: Bab 121 - Bab 130

BellaThoughts couldn't form fast enough. After Desmier's direct question, flat-out inquiring whether Emily was my child, all I could do was stare at him in shock. And breathe. My lungs didn't seem capable of holding much air for long, and I wondered if he'd fucked me so hard that he'd driven my lungs up into a mess in my ribcage.Weak and startled by the force of that orgasm, I felt blindsided as I sank into the softness of the bed. Blood drained down my arms, numbing my limbs with my hands still tied over my head. Spinning as I fell hadn't helped. I'd torqued another twist into the binding. I felt every tight cinch of it, and I worried I'd cut off my circulation.Desmier didn't miss my wince and subtle tug on the knots. He stood there, naked and catching his breath too. Every glorious inch of his rugged, chiseled body was there to look at, and I struggled not to stare and get lost in how ripped and big he was.As he stepped closer, his dick hard and glistening with our combined cum,

Desmier"Gone?" Isabella clutched the phone until her knuckles turned white. "Jasmine! What do you mean she's gone?"She slumped forward, her tone hysterical with this news that her baby was missing.I reached out, instinctively reacting to guide her to fall on the couch, not the floor. Being near weakened women wasn't anything new for me, but this deep and automatic need to see to Isabella's comfort and safety was something new.We'd reached an impasse, her and I. In the middle of fucking her for the purpose of getting some damn answers—ones I suspected she might not actually have for me—I'd fallen into something other than doing my duty and job. With her pussy snug on my dick, her breathy moans all for my ears and her sweet surrender my reward, something bigger developed between us.I wasn't lowering my guard so far that I was falling for her. There was no chance of her getting to me and convincing me to give her up, let her walk free. But while she was stuck here to serve as a bait

Bella"Leaving?"My fingers shook as I hurried to get Emily out of the carrier, amazed and overwhelmed with relief that she was here. My shoulders drooped as I pulled her up, waking her. She stirred, pouting and sucking quicker on her pacifier as I unbuckled her. Her tiny fists reached toward me, her fingers uncurling to grab me. Her eyes opened, blinking away sleep as I lifted her into my arms.Desmier caught me off guard, telling me that I was going anywhere. After his repeated instructions that I was to stay here as his hostage, this news seemed like a contradiction I couldn't keep up with.He was in charge. There was no doubt about that. Yet, it seemed so different for him to announce that something was happening, that I could anticipate being relocated.I didn't care. It didn't matter to me where he took me so long as I would stay with Emily. Being reunited with my baby calmed me like nothing else could. Snuggling her tiny body, holding her up to my chest and breathing in her swe

DesmierI paced through the living room, peeking at Isabella napping on the couch each time I passed her.Or, rather, each time we passed her.Emily patted, then grabbed at my hair. Her fingers were small but mighty as she gripped tight, testing how hard she could play.Gritting my teeth, I reined in my annoyance and tried to turn my head to the side and discourage her. It hurt like a bitch, but if it made the baby happy, if it kept her quiet, whatever.She blinked up at me, sucking on her pacifier as I held her. Gazing into her innocent eyes never failed to hit me hard.What did kids—infants—think about?What did she think of me?Why did she want to be carried nonstop?What was so bad about sitting down?Did she see in color?I Googled about a baby's vision last night, curious, and I got hooked on the fact that at birth, as eyes developed, they made out black and white, high-contrast pictures best.Was that why she kept staring at my tattoos?Questions and curiosities ballooned every

BellaI lowered my head toward the freshly ladled bowl of soup, inhaling the warmth and delicate fragrances until my skin felt damp from the steam tickling my cheeks and lips.Oh. So, so good. It wasn't a foolproof solution for this nagging sinus pressure, but it felt heavenly. And so different. New. No one had ever cooked a meal for me. Not since my mother died in a car accident when I was seven. I supposed the hospital food I received when I was there for all forty-seven hours of labor for Emily's birth could count as warm food someone else had prepared for me, though. My standards were low. I'd learned to lower the bar."How is that?" Margie asked.I smiled up at her, open and trusting of her generosity.Or more like Desmier's generosity. It was hard to remember that I was supposed to be a hostage here. I felt like a pampered princess. The man secured a long-term housekeeper to "help me out" with Emily. That was the single sweetest and most thoughtful thing a human had ever done fo