#Chapter213
I watch him resist, but he wants me, it’s singing out from every pore of his body. I know he has very little will when it comes to me. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck as he leans in to go for another soft kiss, catching him by surprise and he tumbles on top off me gloriously.
/"Fuck’s sake, Emma!/" He snaps in sparking anger rolling off me onto the bed with a furious glare and jumps up onto his feet like a panther. /"I could’ve hurt you or the baby./" His lust replaced with sheer annoyance. I instantly bristle and scowl at him; spurned on by his overreaction and the rejection to what I really need.
/"Is this what I have to endure for eight months? Being treated like fine china and pandered to? Regardless of my behavior?!/" I snap, frustration turning me into that crazy monster he once denied an orgasm to in his mother’s gardens, my good old trusty anger bouncing up out of nowhere to devour me again.
