All Chapters of HIS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Once I arrive at the hospital, I park my car in the guest lot and take the elevator up to the fourth floor. My dad is still in a private room and now our family is allowed to visit whenever we want. My mom visits every day and Finley usually goes with her.Roberto pops in a couple of times a week like me and I'm not sure if Rafferty has been back yet. I don't know what's up with Raff -my youngest brother has been a little distant and mysterious lately.Maybe he met a girl, I think.When I reach my dad's room, I push the door open, walk around the bed and drop down in the chair on his right side. My gaze moves over his face, once so full of life. Now it's sunken and shadowed. I've never seen him look so old or frail. It's a hard thing for a son to see, especially when he was always so big and strong in my eyes.I have no idea if he can hear me or not, but I say, "Hi, Dad. Glad to see they haven't kicked you out of this nice private room yet. Although since you did donate a wing to this

In less than five minutes, my phone starts buzzing and I suck in a sharp breath when I see the unknown number, knowing it's Connor. Fears fills me and also a sweet anticipation because I want to hear his deep voice and see what he has to say. I want to hear how he looked for me and that maybe he even missed me these last couple of months.Lifting my phone, I swipe the button over. "Hello?" I say, trying to sound calm and in control when I'm anything but at this moment. Frantic butterflies fill my stomach and I lay a hand over the baby as I talk to his or her father.God, I'm keeping way too many secrets."You answered," he murmurs and my toes curl at how deep and sexy his voice sounds over the line. His voice has a certain rasp to it that I adore."I told you I would.""If you didn't, I would've tracked you down and climbed through your window."I'm not sure if he's joking or not, so I'm damn glad that I answered my phone."You looked beautiful tonight," he continues.Remembering how

I called her mia cara...my love.Ha. I let out a bitter snort of resentment and feel my heart begin to harden. I'll give her credit-she's a consummate actress. Last night, especially, with all of her soft whimpering and breathy sounds that fooled me. Fooled me damn good."I need to punch something," I grit out.Roberto knows I'm deadly serious and he reluctantly motions for me to follow him outside. He has a bag set up, hanging from a nearby tree, and I stalk over to it."Hold up," Roberto calls, jogging after me. He shoves a pair of boxing gloves my way."I don't need 'em," I say and make a couple of fists."Yeah, you do, or else you're going to fuck your hands all up. Put them on," he insists.With an aggravated sound, I grab the gloves, shove my hands into them and turn toward the bag. Roberto moves behind it and holds it steady while I start throwing punches. I have every intention of beating the holy hell out of it until I'm so exhausted, I can't see straight. I need to purge thi

I don't want to look at Trish's beautiful, deceitful face, but I need to be inside her. Need to possess her and mark her as mine. Caught in a frenzy of desire and anger, I slam my hips against her, burying myself in her tight, wet warmth. I'm angry, obsessed and jealous.A bad combination, and I know I'm being rougher than I should. But I don't care. I thrust deeper, making her take every last throbbing inch, burying myself to the hilt in her sweet pussy, and watching the place where our bodies are connected.How I slide in and out of her and the way she pushes back. The slap of our skin echoes through the room, along with my grunts and her increasing whimpers.My release is threatening, the pressure building hard and fast at the base of my spine, but I refuse to come before her. Sliding out of her slick body, I toss her onto her back, lower myself between her legs and slide inside again.Reaching down, I play with her clit until she's writhing and moaning.Being inside her bare is th

Two days after Connor snuck into my room and our wild encounter, I'm still feeling a twinge of soreness between my legs. He was ruthless and I loved every second of it. At the same time, I'm also more confused than ever.No one has ever made her feel like this before and my emotions are all over the place. One minute I want to laugh at the irony of the situation and the next, I burst into tears. This whole pregnancy thing has me feeling like I'm on an emotional rollercoaster.It also scares the hell out of me because I saw a dark side to Connor that I hadn't seen before. He was angry, upset and brutal in a way that makes me wonder if he would want revenge. If he ever found out about our baby, would he use the child as leverage to get what he wanted? Would he purposely hurt me by taking our baby away?I honestly have no idea what he's capable of. After witnessing his dark side, my mind is a whirlwind of fear and anxiety. I don't trust him. The sad truth is I trusted him more the night