Todos os capítulos de WORSHIPPED BY MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

SAESHA POV The world blurred into motion. Alex’s arm shoved me into the car, his other hand slamming the door behind me. He rounded the hood, jumped into the driver’s seat, and gunned the engine before I could even catch my breath. The tires screeched. The gates of the mansion flew past in a smear of iron bars. My chest heaved, my pulse thundering in my ears. “We’re out,” Alex panted, one hand gripping the wheel tight, the other on my thigh. “You’re safe now, baby. I’ve got you.” “Safe?” My voice cracked. I twisted in the seat, glancing out the rear window, expecting to see Veeraj storming after us, black car headlights in the mirror. My stomach twisted with nausea. “He’s going to kill us, Alex. He’s going to—” “Shhh.” He pulled me across the console, sliding me onto his lap even while he drove, his jaw tight, his body a wall of heat. “You’re not his anymore. You’re mine. You hear me?” I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. “You don’t understand. He doesn’t let go.

SAESHA POVTime blurred. Days folded into nights. Weeks into months. Somewhere outside these woods, the world kept turning, people kept living, Veeraj kept hunting. But here, in Alex’s uncle’s farmhouse, it was like time had stopped.Six months.Six months of stolen mornings, whispered promises, sweaty nights tangled in his sheets. Six months of lying low, of never daring to step into the city, of letting Alex keep me hidden from the man who would burn the world just to drag me back.And now…Five months pregnant.I stood in front of the mirror, Alex’s oversized T-shirt clinging to me, hem brushing my thighs. My hand pressed to the small curve of my belly. It wasn’t much — just a soft bump, like a secret the world hadn’t been told yet. But it was ours. His and mine. Our little bean.A tear slid down my cheek as I whispered, “Hi, baby.”Arms slid around me from behind, warm, strong, familiar. Alex’s chin rested on my shoulder, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.“You look so fucking b

SAESHA POV The washroom echoed with the awful sound of me retching. Again. I clutched the toilet bowl like it was my mortal enemy, my stomach twisting, my throat raw. My hair stuck to my sweaty forehead, my crop top bunched under my swollen bump. Five months, and everyone had lied — they said morning sickness was only in the beginning. They were liars. It wasn’t morning sickness. It was all-day, all-night, every-time-I-smell-something sickness. And it was killing me. I gagged again, tears sliding down my cheeks. I hated this. I hated my body. I hated Alex— My head jerked up at the sound of hammering outside the washroom. Bang, bang, bang. Each strike reverberated through the farmhouse walls like an insult. He was building again. The nursery. My lips wobbled, my stomach still cramping. He was out there measuring and hammering, all happy and smug, while I was in here dying. The door creaked open a little, his voice filtering in, soft but distracted. “You okay in there, baby?”

SAESHA POV The kick woke me. Sharp, sudden, low in my belly. My eyes snapped open in the darkness, the farmhouse quiet except for the steady hum of rain on the roof and Alex’s soft breathing beside me. I rolled onto my back, my hand pressing against my bump. The second kick made me gasp, then laugh softly. “Bean,” I whispered into the night. “Are you doing jumping jacks in there?” Another kick. Stronger. I turned toward Alex, needing him to feel it too. He was on his back, one arm thrown over his head, the sheet tangled low around his hips, his bare chest rising and falling steady in sleep. “Alex,” I whispered, nudging his shoulder. He groaned, half-asleep. “Mmm—what, baby?” “The bean’s awake,” I said, pressing his hand to my bump. As if on cue, another kick landed. His eyes opened instantly, his sleepy confusion melting into wonder. “Holy shit.” His palm spread wide over my stomach, his grin blooming even in the dim light. “That’s my bean. Our bean.” I laughed, a little t

SAESHA POV The whole room smelled like oil and sex. The sheets were slick where his hands had roamed, my thighs glistening in the low light. Alex hovered over me, face flushed, lips swollen, his cock straining hard and heavy against his stomach. His chest heaved as he looked down at me, eyes hungry and soft all at once. “Baby,” he whispered, his hand stroking over my bump, “you’re shining. Covered in me, in oil, in everything that’s ours. I can’t… I can’t hold back anymore.” I shivered, my body still trembling from his mouth, my thighs sticky with my release. “You’re already smug enough,” I muttered, my voice weak. His grin curved slow and filthy. “Wait until I’m inside you.” Before I could roll my eyes, he kissed me—deep, messy, making me moan into his mouth. His cock pressed against me, thick and hot, sliding easily against my slick folds from the oil. He groaned at the feeling, breaking the kiss to pant against my throat. “Fuck… so wet. So ready.” “Alex,” I whimpered, nail