Such A Good Guy

20. Luna （several months later）

CHAPTER 20

Luna (several months later)

I rubbed my belly.

“How many minutes between that time?” I asked my husband.

“Contractions every 6-7 minutes,” he replied. “Let’s just go to the hospital. OK, Luna?”

“No,” I said. “you know perfectly well my doctor said either my water has to break or the contractions have to be 5 minutes or less apart. They’d just send us home probably.”

“If they won’t keep you there, I’ll make them,” Luke said, his lip curled back.

Luke’s mask sliding back and forth shouldn’t make me this aroused, but it does.

He can flip a switch and go from angelic husband and international pop superstar to brutal unhinged psychopath in a second if he thinks someone is in my way.

Maybe I’m the one who needs therapy, because secretly I love it.

I can’t see the golden retriever without knowing about the reptilian monster underneath, and it pulls at something primal and wrong inside me.

Besides, Luke needs me. He can’t be trusted out in the world. He’s entirely amoral. He’d strangle someone for looking at me crosswise and eventually he’d get caught.

So I tell myself I married him because I need to keep Luke out of jail, but really it’s because his obsessions pulls deep in my gut, unfurls something wrong and wicked inside me.

But right now he’s pissing me off.

“Ouch, here’s another one,” I say, doubling over and trying to breathe through my contraction as it tightened my stomach painfully.

“Get your pants down,” Luke ordered.

“Can’t I have one day without you sticking your cock in me?” I asked indignantly.

My husband looked unblinkingly at me.

“No.”

“Well, you’re not getting your cock in me now,” I said irritably. “Now get the fuck away from me.”

I grabbed another roasted jalapeno pepper from the table.

“ You took out my IUD, you impregnated me without telling me, so you can just sit back and let me get these babies out the way I want.”

“Oh no,” he said, turning toward me, so fast I barely noticed the spin, the way his fucking predator’s instincts made him move faster than normal humans.

“If you won’t go to the hospital, then we will just have to get your contractions going faster. Now come here and pull down your leggings. Please.”

“Please?” I yelped, waddling away from him as fast as I could, being sure to put the big table behind us.

Everything is big in our gorgeous new beachfront home in Vermont, and that includes my huge twin pregnant belly.

“Please means nothing to you!” I shoot at him as I scoot to the other end of the table, trying to put as much space between us as I can. “You do what you like.”

“It’s still gentlemanly,” he counters, watching me with sharp eyes, gaining on me, and a real true grin breaks out over his face, light bright white smile. It touches his eyes all right, emphasizes the bright predator blue.

“You’re no gentleman,” I said, panting a bit.

We had been quite active this pregnancy, first the tour of Canada, then getting married, then buying our house. But I was still huffing and puffing.

“I told you, Luna O’Neill, that you would rest and be a good girl during this pregnancy.”

“Or what?” I asked, squeaking a bit.

“Or I’m going to put you face-first over this table and fuck you.”

“And if I’m a bad girl?” I countered.

He grinned again, his eyes sharpening as he got closer. Now I could almost feel his warm breath on my back.

“The same thing. You’re going face-first over the table so I can fuck your contractions into you.”

“NO!” I said.

But as usual, my no meant nothing when it came to getting fucked or anything he thought kept me safer.

He snatched me up, his breath warm on my neck. My nipples stung pleasurably and I whimpered at the feel of his strong hands on me.

“I can’t wait to do this again,” he whispered, his sharp teeth a little bite on my throat.

Just to remind me who I belonged to.

Whose teeth marks belonged on me.

And I felt a quick pop as my waters broke, spilling down my legs as my belly tightened with another painful contraction.

Luke crowed with triumph.

“Breathe through them,” he said. “Remember your breathing exercises.”

He kissed me triumphantly. “Now there’s a good girl obeying me. Let’s get you into some sweatpants and to the hospital.”