His Terms, My Surrender
“But let’s not ruin the moment, hmm? I’d hate to take away from this romantic reunion with my love.”
My stomach churned. Romantic? He thought this was romantic?
His hand drifted lower again, pressing against my stomach. A silent, taunting reminder of the life growing inside me.
“The funny thing is,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost playful, “two brothers love the same girl.” He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he wanted to solve. “I wonder who would win her in the end.”
My heart pounded violently against my ribs.
Thomas’s eyes locked onto mine, dark and unrelenting. “Tell me, my love,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over my ear. “Who do you think will win?”
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