ASHLEY
I don’t think it’s a good idea.
I shouldn’t have said anything.
I’m so stupid for even asking that question, but I’m frustrated and cornered and probably out of options. If I’m pregnant with his child, my father won’t be able to marry me off to Remy. He’ll have no choice but to finally give me my freedom.
“Beckett, wait—”
He doesn’t. He turns so fast I flinch, chest tightening, breath caught. His jaw’s locked. His eyes drop to my stomach like he’s already imagining something growing inside it, and then they flick up to my face, and stay there.
Then, the next thing I know is he’s yanking me out of the bathroom and throwing me in our bed. f**k. I tried to get up but just one glare off him made me quiver like a dog.
“Stay.”
Beckett’s voice is low, dry, like he’s holding back
