Chapter 388 Pregnant with His Child!
Audrey sprawled out on her bed like a queen and barked, "Massage my head."
Jonathan, usually a tough guy, got down on his knees and started massaging her head all gentle-like.
Even though Jonathan was from Shadowvale Isle, he was one of the few clean warriors around.
He always smelled fresh, no sweat stink, and his body hair only added to his rugged, manly appeal
After a bit, Audrey felt unsatisfied.
Maybe it was her hormones, but her sexual desire had been through the roof lately.
With her lips slightly parted, she gave Jonathan a look and hinted, "A little lower."
Jonathan got the message right away, his rough hands moving from her neck to her collarbone, massaging downward.
His calloused hands had this unique feel.
Audrey squinted her eyes and panted lightly, "Harder."
Jonathan's eyes darkened as he looked at Audrey's seductive demeanor, feeling a rush of heat.
He rasped, "Ms. Hernandez, should I..."
Audrey, in a daze, murmured some inaudible syllables.
Jonathan thought she agreed, his dark eyes filled with obsession as he bent over to kiss her.
Audrey couldn't help but bite her lip and moan.
Then, her expression changed abruptly, and she raised her hand.
A loud slap landed on Jonathan's face.
Audrey looked at the lipstick on his lip and said harshly, "You filth, who said you can kiss me?"
Jonathan snapped out of his daze, his face changing drastically.
Before Audrey could say more, he dropped to his knees with a thud and began slapping himself over and over again.
Each slap was harder than the last as he left no mercy for himself.
Jonathan couldn't believe he had just done something so offensive, as if possessed.
He liked cleanliness and wanted to taste a woman, but he only liked Audrey.
In the dark alleys, many dirty women had tried to seduce him, but he never had such thoughts; he only wanted to strangle them to end their crimes.
But Audrey was different. She was tender, with a slender waist and the scent of nobility all over her.
She was completely different from the women he had encountered before; he fell in love with Audrey at first sight.
He didn't expect Audrey to ask him to serve her. After each session, Audrey would tell him to take care of himself, and he would go to the shower to relieve himself.
He never sought out other women because he knew Audrey liked cleanliness. If he touched other women, she wouldn't let him serve her anymore.
The room was filled with smacks.
Audrey saw that Jonathan was indeed being harsh on himself.
His mouth was swollen, his lips bleeding from his teeth, looking as miserable as could be, and she finally felt a bit satisfied.
This dirty, lowly man dared to disobey her. If he dared to kiss her this time, would he dare to sleep with her next time?
This filthy lowly man could never prove worthy. If he hadn't been so useful, Audrey would have killed him by now.
"Enough." Audrey lazily called out and then slipped one foot into a chunky heel.
Jonathan knew what she wanted and immediately placed his palm flat on the ground, ready to receive Audrey's tramp.
Audrey's chunky heel stomped down hard, grinding into his palm.
This kind of abuse was particularly stress-relieving.
She thought of Jonathan's rough and heavy biting earlier, the pain was indeed quite thrilling.
But she didn't want to leave any marks on her body.
She had long known how to make herself feel good while keeping her virginity.
Audrey snapped, "Remember, you're always gonna be the lowly dog at my feet. As a dog, you gotta obey your master without any thoughts of your own, got it?"
Jonathan, mouth full of blood, still straightened up on his knees and replied, "Got it, Ms. Hernandez."
Audrey suddenly remembered something and asked coldly, "Have you checked on Chloe?"
"Yeah, she's getting treatment in prison, and her sentencing is next month."
Audrey nodded, "Did you shut her up?"
"Yeah, I cut out her tongue. And now she's practically insane."
Jonathan had done it in the hospital, sneaking in at night and pulling out Chloe's tongue, the knife drawing blood the next second.
He had threatened her not to say anything she shouldn't, but Chloe was so scared she soiled herself and went mad.
If she was truly insane, it would be better for her. At least, she could survive a few more days.
Audrey didn't care about Chloe's fate but if what she wanted was done.
She didn't want Chloe to die just yet; she needed to be useful before her death to make it worthwhile.
Audrey stomped hard on Jonathan's hand and then cursed, "Get out!"
Jonathan seemed to feel no pain. His eyes still shone with obsession.
He got to his feet and respectfully retreated.
Audrey never doubted Jonathan's loyalty; otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen him to serve her.
Moreover, Jonathan was quite good-looking. His tanned skin highlighted his rugged handsomeness, making him appear strong, wild, and rough—a striking blend of masculinity.
If he had a different status, Audrey might have appreciated him.
But unfortunately, he was born to be a low life and only fit to lick her shoes.
Audrey got to her feet and walked to the mirror, slowly lifting her clothes to look at her tender belly.
Audrey walked in a way a pregnant woman would, her back arched and her hand on her belly. After a few steps, she squinted at herself in the mirror, her eyes looking dark and sinister.
She had made all the preparations; this time, she would definitely conceive Francis's child.
Francis would always be hers, always.
The next day.
It was the weekend.
Harper was at home having breakfast with Agnes.
Just as the table was set, the doorbell rang.
Before Zoey could open the door, Agnes had already jumped off her little chair and scampered to the door.
Harper was puzzled, and then saw Francis walking in with Agnes in his arms.
Agnes, seeing Harper's less-than-happy expression, spoke up to please her, "Mommy, I called Daddy to come. Can he have breakfast with us?"
The two had agreed not to argue in front of Agnes or show any bad emotions.
So Harper kept a smile and said gently, "Of course, Agnes."
Still in Francis's arms, Agnes reached out her little hands to hug Harper's neck and gave her a kiss.
In a sweet, soft voice, she said, "I love Mommy so much."
The two were pulled closer by Agnes.
Harper, not paying attention, bumped her head into Francis's chin.
Francis's eyes were intense as he quickly reached out to rub Harper's head, his voice deep and magnetic as he said, "Does it hurt?"
In Francis's arms, Agnes commanded, "Daddy, kiss Mommy. Mommy always kisses me, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
Agnes, seeing Francis not moving, became anxious. 'Silly Daddy, really silly Daddy,' Agnes thought.
"Kiss. Daddy, kiss Mommy," Agnes urged.
Under Agnes's eager gaze, Francis's eyes deepened, and he gently lowered his head.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
