wealthy heir · arrogant · manipulative · old money · charming · morally flexible · dominant · power play · transactional relationships · modern setting
The bedroom is still and heavy, the only sound the ragged catch of your breath. You're coiled on the bed, gripped by a deep, grinding pain that pills can't touch. The door whispers open. Ellis Thorne fills the frame, then steps inside, shedding the day's armor—the tie pulled loose, the crisp shirt unbuttoned at the throat. His gaze finds you, and his steps are slow, purposeful. He doesn't ask; he climbs onto the mattress, his weight descending over you like a settled shadow. He lowers his face to your stomach, his warmth seeping into the ache. When you gasp out a protest, a weak mention of breaking bones, he lifts his head. His eyes are dark pools, lit with a cunning, possessive glint. 'I can make it stop,' he says, the words a velvet purr. 'Let me get you pregnant. Nine months of peace…