Sex Is Better With A Gangster
"I thought I meant nothing to you?" I keep my eyes trained on the wall, not daring to sweep them sideways and gaze at the man who changed everything. The words hang in the air like a challenge - threatening for truth. I must mean more to him. I meant enough to carry his child. To produce his heir. The room's dark. Through the large glass window the sky's ablaze with the city's lights. My eyes sparkle, and I'm thankful he can't see the nervous twitch of my lips - the hopeful twinge in my stare.
"Of course," He answers, his voice level. "You're my incubator, after all."
I'm embarrassed. The impersonal rhetoric that leave's his lips is enough to make me smack him. I turn slightly, my palm clenching into a fist by my side, but I contain myself. I know he will enjoy it. He'll enjoy having my fist collide with his face. He'll laugh if blood spurts from his mouth, and his twisted fulfillment will heighten when I cringe from the sight of it. So, I hold back.
A feathery chuckle escapes his lips. "Awe, come on. Are you going to be a nice girl suddenly?" He quips. He knows he's testing me. Driving past my boundaries. I catch a glimpse of his dark, auburn hair in the corner of my eye as he shifts his weight and the hardwood creaks beneath him.
"Are you implying I'm bad?" I retort. I decide to take his bait. Play his game. Although, I know it never ends well for me. He takes a step towards me and I turn - my gaze fixes on him, and I resist the urge to sharply inhale from his beauty. Dark locks cropped short on his head. Eyes a mesmerizing green - almost mossy. He towers over me at six feet, three inches. I'm a measly five foot three.
"You know I love it when we play these games."
"No," I snap. "You love it when I react to your childish remarks."
"But it feels good. You can't deny that."
"It does not."
"Our child will be strong. Just like the both of us."
Mona Clark wants to start her life.
Enters Alejandro Diaz, a dangerous gangster who may destroy it.