Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

hapter Twelve

“What was the cause of this miscarriage?” he asked.

Laying naked while he asked questions was not at all a comfortable position, but what was more puzzling was this anticipation in me. He had said he was not planning to go ‘soft‘, and this treacherous part of me wondered what would have happened if I never brought up the issue of the miscarriage-

“I cannot tell you that.”

“I will find out either way.”

“Well, good luck with that,” I said. I couldn’t imagine Ryker telling the truth to anyone that he

the cause of the loss of our child.

was

“Then maybe a little fun,” he says as he loosens his tie, taking it off, and then his suit.

I inhaled sharply. He had broad shoulders, and even through the black long–sleeve shirt he wore, I could see his thick build–the flex of his muscle–with each movement he made, my eyes trailed down. I looked away quickly, blushing red.

He walked forward, taking both my hands.

“What are yo

I asked, but to this he gave no response. He held my hands against the bedpost, securing it firmly with

just fun, but the question was, would it be fun for us or fun for

drew at the hold, but my hands

ordered.

cut

His rough palms caressed my collarbone as he leaned in closer. I let my lips meet with his. I wasn’t the best kisser, but

went from

the silent moan that escaped my

been afraid, and now, I was greedily kissing a man like him–maybe he wasn’t the only fucked–up person in the room.

going lower; they circled around my breast, and I stilled if he noticed that he didn’t pay any

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Chapter Twelve

could feel the loss of his warmth, his lips were somewhere else… on my

hand against my clit, teasing me. My breath came

fast. I moaned

And he watched.

out of me at a deathly pace; he watched me writhe under him; I built up faster than ever before; I could feel myself at the

you to cum–that comes with a price.”

“Anything”

tell me what caused