Page 34 of Poison and Wine
I blinked at him. I was too shocked to do anything else. Surely I was dreaming. Callum agreed that not only could I earn a degree, but I could work. It had to be too good to be true. “Will you put that in writing?”
The corners of his lips twitched. “Don’t you trust me?”
“That shouldn’t be too shocking considering you’re the leader of an enemy family who I’ve only known for three days.”
“Fine, Kitten. I’ll have our attorney draw up the necessary papers.”
Although a part of me said not to press my luck, I decided to go with my gut. “There’s something else I want to negotiate.”
Callum scowled at me around the lip of his whiskey tumbler. “Isn’t me letting you go to university enough?” When I shook my head, he sighed. “What is it?”
“You just mentioned me being a mother.”
As the words left my lips, an image of my belly swelling with Callum’s child flooded my mind. After I’d joined the order, I’d buried the idea of ever becoming a mother. At the time, it had been a hard pill to swallow. But in the span of just a couple of days, the possibility was back on the table. Of course, that meant I would have to conceive it with Callum. At the thought of doing that with him, my cheeks flushed.
Amusement twinkled in his eyes at what must’ve been my apparent embarrassment. “Yes, Kitten, I will need heirs.” Tilting his head at me, he added, “As a Catholic, I’m sure you won’t object to not using birth control.”
With a scowl, I replied, “There are gray areas when it comes to my faith.”
“You would deny me children?”
“That’s not what I meant. I love children, and before I entered the order, I always wanted to have them.
“Then what could possibly be the problem.”
“I don’t want to become your breeding machine.”
A laugh burst from Callum’s lips. “A breeding machine?”
“Don’t mock me.”
“I’m not.”
“Are you denying that by not using birth control, you’ll keep me pregnant all the time?”
With a cocky smirk, Callum replied, “You must think I’m a hell of a virile bastard if I’ll be constantly knocking you up.”
“I merely assumed an Irishmen’s sexual drive is the same as an Italian’s.” Pursing my lips at him, I countered, “But I could be wrong about your abilities.”
Lust glittered in his blue eyes as he closed the distance between us. “Never doubt my abilities to make you purr, Kitten.”
Rolling my eyes, I tried shoving him back from me, but he didn’t budge. “You’re disgusting.”
As Callum leaned closer to me, his breath warmed against the sensitive skin near my ear. “You won’t always think that way.” His lips brushed against my ear. “Someday soon I’m going to make you beg for my cock and scream my name.”
A shiver rippled through me at his words, and this time it wasn’t from disgust. His words and overwhelming presence seemed to awaken long-dormant feelings. Feelings I had never imagined I would ever experience again after I entered the order.
Feigning indifference to the effect of his words, I countered, “Can we please focus?”
He eased back in his chair with a cocky smirk. “What else did you want to say about breeding?”
With an exasperated huff, I crossed my arms over my chest. “I will give you heirs, but I get to choose how many.”
“Why is it only your choice?”
“Because it’s my body going through the pregnancy, and my body going through the birth.”
“Aye, and your beautiful cunt getting ravaged in the delivery,” he teased.