His Baby Machine

“Strip,” his cold voice echoed in their room as soon as the door closed behind him.

Her fingers clenched into fists, and she turned around, giving him a taste of her punch that landed on his face. She wasn’t stopping there and was about to hit him again, but he was fast enough to catch her hand and twist her wrist.

“I’m giving you one minute to remove your clothes and sit on your back on our bed, spreading your legs like the good, obedient baby machine you are.” He spoke to her face as she pushed him until she finally got free.

“You think I will spread my legs for you again after what you did last night? I feel like vomiting right now because I am in your presence, a pathetic male who knows nothing about how to care for his woman.”

To say that her words didn’t hurt him would be a lie, but what punched his heart were her glossy chocolate eyes that weren’t in sync with her mouth. Still, they held the sparkle he had ignited in them since the beginning of their story.

He chose to keep his mouth shut and let her vent the pain she had held since last night’s event took place.

“Don’t think I don’t remember our previous moments, but what you did erased all of them. My presence here is due to my father’s poor heart. As soon as he recovers, I am out of here.” She walked behind him, carrying her head high, when he caught her wrist and pulled her towards his chest after a short struggle.

“I was thinking maybe you enjoyed last night, and that’s why you are so rebellious now. Don’t worry, baby maker, I will fulfill your wish now,” he asserted as he ripped off her clothes despite her constant fighting and yelling.

All her attempts were futile as she landed like a potato sack on the king-size bed.

He came over to her, blocking her way to escape.

“Don’t move. Don’t you think about running away from me again, or I will not think twice before I end up with your family piece by piece. Got it, princess?” he warned, never leaving her chocolate eyes.

She stood there, watching as he stripped his clothes and became naked before her. He did a small turn just for her to catch his back too.

“Admiring what is yours, darling?” he spoke and turned around to meet her doe eyes.

She remained silent and defeated as he spread her legs wide, positioning himself between them, facing her gloomy eyes.

“Cross your legs on my back and let the breeding process start,” he asserted.

She completely surrendered to his demand. Her heart was beating badly inside her ribcage. Praying that he would not go further, he spoke again after crossing one arm over her back while the other came between their private parts.

“Just a little push, and the process will start.”

…

Will she forgive him after this?