Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Tatum scoffs softly, a wry smile adorning his lips and he gets up from the bed, bending to pick up the shards of broken glass one after the other before he stands up and holds the broken glass in his palm to Leila's face.

"To hell with it anyway," Tatum remarks and Lella looks at him completely clueless.

"Why, what was it?"

The liquid from the vial doesn't seem to have a particularly pleasing smell, so it couldn't have been some very expensive perfume and Tatum wouldn't shed tears over something as trivial as that.

"You should have asked first before destroying it," he walks away from her and kicks the small trash can by the dresser open and tosses the shards inside it.

"It's a good thing you did though because now you're never leaving me, I'm not letting you go," he says in a low assertive tone as he walks back to Leila.

Leila's heart thuds. The possessiveness in his voice is spine chilling, exciting and makes her feel nervous at the same time.

Why is he hellbent on keeping her in this prison? What exactly does he still want from her?

She just wants to leave, she just wants to take her broken heart somewhere else and mend it. Does he even realise how hard things are for her? Even just being this close to him wants to make her melt, despite the anger, despite the bitterness, her heart still yearns for him.

at her the way she wants, he'll never treat her the way she wants to be treated, his heart and passion will never

he cares about is

pain at the same time. as they lock onto

she needs it but he can't be hers. This is torture...why won't he just let her

you see it?" Tatum-whispers, his hands trembling, his

have no reason to

and Leila is shocked at the passion behind his kiss, the emotion in his words and she parts her lips, kissing him back with equal passion, tears pouring out of her eyes, her heart flooding with deep seated emotions

doing this to her? Peeling away her resolve, what does this

he mean by he is

groans, sliding his hands down her back, cupping her a**and squeezing it, pulling her closer into him, breaking the kiss and nibbling her neck, his other hand fondling her breasts and twisting her nipples at the same time.. Pleasure jolts through Leila and she arches her neck,

fondling it finds its way up her gown, caressing her thighs upwards and Leila feels the anticipation rising to her heart as

hole from her panties and Leila

she wants it, no matter the fire burning through her entire

further, her legs will be wide open and he will be deep in her

pushes

rising and falling as he

rage clears them out as his

growls, "you are my wife, my Luna