Ruthless King

“I’m clean. I assume you are as well?”

More blushing. “I am.”

“Then there is no need for condoms.”

Well, she could think of one.

“You’re assuming that I’m on birth control,” she pointed out.

“No. I’m not.”

Um. What?

Maybe her brain was too muddled by the flu to understand what he was saying.

“If I’m not on birth control and you don’t want to use condoms, then how do you plan to do this? Because pulling out isn’t a suitable method of birth control.”

“Who said I want any method of birth control?” he murmured. “That I don’t want you pregnant? Growing ripe with my baby. Your breasts getting heavy, your nipples sensitive.”

Holy. Moly.

“That I don’t want to fuck you until I put my baby inside you?”

This was nuts.

It shouldn’t be a turn-on. And yet, it kind of was. Did that mean she had a breeding kink?

Did he? It sounded like he did.

“I don’t . . . it’s too early for a baby.”

Sheesh. They hadn’t even had sex, and he was talking about a baby?

“Are you mine?” he asked.

His dark, deadly tone warned her to give him the correct answer.

“Yes.”

Satisfaction filled his face. “Then you will do what I want.”

“Within reason.” Shit. Her throat was getting scratchy again. “When it comes to safety, yes. But when it comes to my body, I have the right to say no.”

His gaze narrowed. “I don’t like that.”

Yeah, well, tough titties.

Hmm, she wisely hadn’t said that aloud.

“I’m not ready to be a mom. Not yet. And I want you to myself for a while. I don’t want to share.”

To her shock, he nodded. “I don’t wish to share you yet either. That doesn’t mean I might not . . . fantasize.”

“Hey, fantasies are fine. I’m all about fantasies . . . I might even like those ones too,” she babbled.

“You’ll need to go on birth control, then.”

“Um, well, yes. I do have some pills. I just forget to take them.”