Fixated On You (Torn Series #5) (24 page)

Emma shook her head, unbelieving still. “I don’t believe you. You love me.
You know you do
. So, please, stop saying that you don’t. I’m hurting as it is.”

My temper rose. Me?
Lying?
The fucking nerve! “I don’t fucking love you!” I snorted at her in disgust, leaving her crying as I marched towards the bedroom, heading for my phone. Once I unlocked it, I began scrolling through my contacts when she appeared again.

“I’m going to make a scene if you let other people come here and take me. I’d rather kill myself and our baby than leave you here.”

She was bluffing. I knew she was.

“I know what you’re thinking. I’m not joking, either.” Emma stepped in, calculating.

Stupid mind games, oh, how she loved them so. I had played right into her trap. “You want money? I’ll sign everything over to you. I just need you to leave,” I ground out.

Her eyes flashed, determined, before she started laughing cruelly. “Money.
You think I want money?
”

Everyone did. “What the fuck do you want then?”

“You.” She stepped before me. “I want you.”

Ah, she now had regrets. Was this her way of making amends so she would feel better for throwing me away? Well, tough. “You can’t have me back. That’s not going to happen in this lifetime.” Never again would I give myself to her. Not in the way she wanted. Not again.

“Give me tonight. Make love to me then I’ll leave immediately. I’ll call my ride back and you won’t hear from me ever again.” She was slowly taking her shirt off then the pants then… fuck.

Fucking shit, Emma was losing her mind. “
And the baby?
” I whispered, eyes glued to her swollen, luscious breasts.

“What about it? You said you didn’t want it. I’ll go ahead and marry Carter. Give my baby a family.” Something flashed in Emma’s eyes. Defiance. She was changing her tactics to one she knew would hurt me.

If this baby was mine and she married Carter—gave our child his last name—I would most assuredly commit murder. My eyes landed on her stomach again. It couldn’t be mine. She didn’t even look pregnant. Apart from her swollen breasts, she looked the same. And by the same… the same went with my body and its reaction to that perfect body.

“I’m over two months along,” she offered as I tried to peel my eyes away from her stomach, but I was having a hard time.

A baby.

A fucking, goddamned baby!
Gripping my phone in hand, Emma’s eyes directly darted to the device.

“Make love to me, then I’ll leave you forever,” she pressed on.

Anger was building up in me up due to the fact that I wasn’t sure what to do next. The situation reminded me so much of Nikki. The baby. But somehow different—
because it was Emma
. Because I was fucking horny amidst it all. Because I wanted to fucking run and never see her again. Ever.

“Why the need for me to fuck you, Emma?” I couldn’t figure her out. Her actions were more than erratic.

“According to you, I lie, so I won’t even bother answering that.” Knowing how my eyes were stuck to her supple body, Emma sexily pulled off her thong, making me swallow hard at the same time that I breathed unevenly and my dick rejoiced from its seclusion.

She walked over, pulling me by my hand and guiding me towards the bed before pushing me against the tip of the bed, making me sit while I waited for her like a damn puppy.

I hated her, although my body was reacting to her like it always had. It always saluted to her. With her full, swollen breasts, my body had instantly become smitten even though my heart was protesting for me to put a stop to this. I was having a tough time fighting with my dick. With Emma this close, I became a hare-brained, horny bastard.

A harsh groan escaped me when she cupped my dick through my shorts before taking them off swiftly. She grunted softly when she saw her effect on my cock.

In a flash Emma straddled me, and when I saw her grimace as the tip of my cock entered her hot core, something snapped inside of me.

The need to dominate became vital. Flipping her over, I plunged my entire length into her, making her moan and scream at the same time. “Oh, God… Bass.”

“I hate you,” I hissed into her face, careful not to touch any part of her other than our sexes, which were molded together. She didn’t have time to respond because I fucked her, really fucked her for the first time. It was now exactly how I had always done it with the others. She was no one special. No, not anymore.

Yet then she gasped as if in pain, making me
freeze midway into a stabbing thrust.

Her face showed me what she was experiencing; she was in pain.

“I’m sorry, please don’t stop.” She sought my eyes before pushing her hips up, indicating for me to keep going, but I didn’t.

Still staring at her, I took a few seconds before I finally said something. “Are you hurting?”

She contemplated before finally telling me the truth. “Your cock is pushing against my cervix—it’s not hurting the baby—but I’m just not used to being—” She stopped, as if finding the right words, careful not to offend me. “Usually, I’m wetter when you fuck me this way so it doesn’t pinch me as much.”

The baby.
My eyes darted to her stomach. I was scared to even touch it; I hadn’t dared. Besides, she didn’t even  deserve that mere contact from my skin.

Why the fuck was my cock in her anyway? I wanted to hurl, punch, or hit something. As I attempted to pull away from her, Emma gripped my arms painfully.

“Don’t stop, not until you’re done. I’ll only leave then.” Tears pooled in her eyes. “Please.”

What if the child really is mine?
I questioned myself, not knowing what to do.

“Can you kiss me while you make lo—fuck me?”

My eyes snapped into focus. Did she think that she could just command shit from me? “No. I won’t ever do that again.”

She merely nodded before lifting her hips so I could go deeper. “You can take me again.” She even clenched around my dick, making it impossible for me to part from her tight cunt.

Our eyes connected and I continued watching her the entire time as she cried softly. She never stopped staring at me, though, while I fucked her the way that made her scream murder. “Bass!” she sobbed.

I wanted to scream as my orgasm neared, I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to experience her over and over again, however I forced myself to focus on coming, so I could get it over and done with. And when it came, instead of yelling her name, I pierced eyes filled with hate into her as I unloaded my semen into her pussy.

I hated her so damn much
, I repeated in my mind as she watched me, silently crying.

Once upon a time, I had treasured her like I had never treasured another woman. Now, she was just like the rest of them. I rolled off her, panting hard. Not glancing at her, I got up and went straight to shower. I needed to think away from her. It probably took me five minutes to finish showering while thinking what else I could’ve done in this confusing circumstance.

Once I got out and didn’t find Emma on the bed like I thought she would be, I stepped out of the bedroom and looked for her. Dread filled me, but I let out a sigh of relief when I found her right on the shore, looking over the sea.

“What are you doing out here?” I stopped behind her, staring at her blossoming figure. The need to wrap my arms around her came out of nowhere. That part of me was gone. It had to go or I wouldn’t ever forgive myself if I gave myself to Emma again.

“Waiting for my ride,” she responded before turning around to face me, smiling sadly. “I know it was killing you to touch me like that. I’m going to stick to my promise.”

“You’re going to marry him.” I stated it as the fact that it was.

Emma nodded. “The day after I get back to LA.”

That fast? Why?
That wouldn’t give me time to think things through. She threw this important information at me and then expected me to just… What? Forget about it?

“Is the child really mine?”

She ignored my question. “I’ll wait right here. They’re coming from Aspasia, so they won’t be long with the helicopter.” She looked into the sky, impatient to leave.

Emma was fucking with my brain and I hated every second of it. “I’m only going to ask you this one last time; is the baby mine? And if you lie, I swear to God, I’m going to put you and your entire family through Hell,” I threatened, although I had no intention to because her parents were amazing people. I didn’t have anything else to use to make it hit hard, though, so I had to use the best weapon of all. Her loved ones.

She looked away just as the chopper was heard from a distance.

“Emma.” I sounded desperate. Why wasn’t she being more forthcoming with answers?

“It’s okay, Bass.”

Nothing was fucking okay! “
Is the child mine or fucking not!
” I bellowed, losing my bearings.

Emma shrugged nonchalantly. “It was never anyone’s.”

I groaned, throwing my hands up in the air as I moved towards the house.

“What are you doing?” she followed me inside.

The decision was done; I knew the second she told me that it was mine. I wouldn’t admit to it of course. “I’m leaving with you.”

She rushed to get right in front of my face, appearing afraid. “You’re not going to fight me for custody, are you?”

That hadn’t entered my head, but she was giving me ideas. Brilliant. “I’m going to request a DNA testing the moment you give birth. And if that baby’s mine, he or she won’t be carrying another man’s name, they’ll have his father’s.”

“Hold on—” A small smile lit her face. “You’re planning to marry me?”

Was that a poor attempt at a joke? “I haven’t lost all of my brain cells. The last thing I’d ever do is marry someone I hate with a passion. The child can still carry my last name without having his parents marry.”

She folded her arms, glaring at me, insulted. “You’d rather have it be a bastard then?”

I could read her so well when she was furious. “Why are you so eager to marry me, Emma? Is this your way of throwing clues my way that you want to become my wife?”

“Yes. Yes it is.” She didn’t even have the gall to deny it.

What happened to her throwing our engagement back in my face? All that insecurity about Nikki? And what about the rest of the shit with Carter?

“Even if I did end up marrying you, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole and I would divorce you the second you gave birth. Still up for that?” I tested the waters, needing to see where her head
was at.

“Yes.”

Okay, I didn’t expect her to so easily agree to that. What was going on with her?

“Why are you so desperate for me, Emma?”

“I love you—after all that’s happened—my love for you has only become stronger.”

She had regrets. That was all this was. I doubted what she truly felt for me was real. Nothing she said was believable any longer.

“Don’t you dare tell me that again or so help me God—”

Emma cut me off. “I won’t. But for the last time, I want you to know that you have my heart. I’d do anything to have you back, that’s how desperate I am.” She pressed her hand against her chest, as if in pain. “I love you. I’ll always fucking love you.”

“Never, fucking ever, speak of love in front of my face!” Everything was too late for us. She should know that. It was her who had, after all, made sure that we had both parted for good.

Now that twisted luck was playing its games again, throwing a child into the mix. However, whatever happened, I was going to get out of this predicament unscathed. Falling for Emma again was not in the cards.

Chapter 30

Carter

“Emma—there’s no need for you to throw everything away.” I was trying to argue, but I had known the second I saw her that something wasn’t right. This had all happened five minutes ago, when she’d woken me up at seven in the morning.

“There is every need. I need him.” She looked so sad, but not for me it was speaking about Bass that made her this way. “He might hate me now, but I’m hoping he’ll forgive me. I’ve wronged him.”

No, not this nightmare again.
I already had everything set. We were supposed to get married tomorrow. She couldn’t just do this. I knew Bass had resurfaced from the dead, but what about me? What about
us
? I loved her, too. What about me…? “If you choose him this time, I’m not going to stick around anymore.” I couldn’t, I didn’t have anything left. I felt like I had been robbed. I wanted my heart back.

“I married him yesterday.” She showed me her new rings, flashing her entire left hand while smiling sadly at me before I looked away, wanting to scream until I couldn’t anymore. “I want you to be happy, Carter.”

“You’re my happiness.” Why did it hurt so much? Why did I keep hanging on to us when she wouldn’t fight for me? “Without you, it’s not possible.” She took away the privilege for me to be happy.

After she’d agreed to our engagement, I had been looking over homes, cribs, paints, interior decorators; I had fucking gone ballistic with everything because I was fucking over the moon. I wanted my new family to be happy, comfortable and want for nothing. And now, I had no one. After all that, I remained worthless in her eyes.

What the fuck did I do now? I couldn’t possibly call all of them and cancel. I made fucking appointments—FUCK!