Rules of Bennett: The Complete Collection

by Ember Michaels

  I scoffed. “You’re kidding,” I said.

  He held the cup out to me, his expression indifferent. “I need you to pee in this,” he’d said.

  “You’re not kidding,” I said, looking at the cup. He shook it, signaling me to take it. I took it, my stomach tightening with nausea at the thought of possibly having the Anti-Christ inside of me. Had I been here more than three months already? Hours, days, weeks, and months all blended into a single blur since I’d been here. I wasn’t even sure what today’s date was, as I’d lost all track of time after going from one hell to another. The shot the doctor gave me when I’d first arrived was only good for three months, and Bennett definitely didn’t believe in wearing condoms ever. Hearing the doctor confirm his suspicions and announcing that I was pregnant, I fought the urge to scream. A baby wasn’t a part of the plan. It was bad enough that I was married to this fucker, but now I was pregnant. I could kiss any chance of freedom goodbye.

  I can’t keep this baby, I thought.

  “We don’t have a choice. Bennett is not going to let you get an abortion,” the small voice said. “Maybe we can make the most of a shitty situation and see if we can get this to work in our favor.”

  How the fuck can this work in our favor?

  “Well, just think about it. A baby would be the perfect weapon against him. Knowing you’re pregnant could be the easier way to get him to fall in love with you. He’ll think that you’ll stay for the baby, which you can use to trick him into being vulnerable enough to hurt him,” it said.

  A slow smile crawled across my lips. That was really the only thing I had that would work the quickest. Sure, I could let him “woo” me to where he’d think he’d eventually changed my mind about him. But a baby would make him work harder and quicker.

  I stiffened when the shower door opened after a while, wiping any emotions from my face. I didn’t bother to turn around as the door closed.

  “Just don’t lose yourself trying to seduce him,” the small voice warned. “You can only pretend so long before it becomes real.”

  I’m well aware of what I’m doing. I’m not the weaker one of the two of us, remember?

  The voice went quiet just as Bennett wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands resting over my lower belly.

  “Did you come in here to hide from me?” he asked, his voice low.

  “It’s not really hiding if you’re also in here, now is it?” I replied.

  “I suppose it’s not.” He turned me around to face him. “Doctor says you’re pregnant.”

  “Whoopee,” I drawled, rolling my eyes. “I’m forced to marry you and now I’m being forced to have your baby. How lucky am I?”

  “What the fuck are you doing?” the voice all but shrieked. “Did you already forget the whole plan? You’re supposed to—”

  Will you shut the fuck up? I know what I’m doing.

  “You know what you’re doing? Being an asshole to him isn’t part of the plan, you raging psycho!”

  I snickered. How ironic to hear my own inner voice call me the very thing I called Bennett every chance I got. He furrowed his brow as he looked at me.

  “What’s funny?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “Nothing. Just can’t help but to laugh at how fucked up my situation is getting by the day,” I said with a sigh.

  “Yeah, nice save, genius,” the small voice said sarcastically.

  I can’t just jump into being lovey dovey with this bastard, you cry baby. The same way he’s not in here professing his love for me and our baby is the same way I have to interact with him, I thought.

  “…I suppose that’s true,” it said.

  Yeah, exactly. That’s why I’m in charge right now. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a plan to execute. Go to sleep or something; you’re fucking annoying me.

  I looked up at Bennett and frowned. “I’m not having a baby in this fucking chaos Bennett,” I said, my voice firm.

  Something dangerous flashed in his eyes as he looked at me, the muscle in his jaw tightening.

  “This won’t last forever,” he finally said. “Everything going on will be resolved immediately, especially way before you give birth.”

  “You can’t guarantee that. Just because you get rid of Wilson, that doesn’t mean other men like him won’t come and take his place.”

  He cupped my cheek in his hand, his expression hard. “I swear on my life that I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

  “Yeah, well, we’re in the middle of a war. I won’t be able to breathe until your father isn’t walking this earth. How about you go work on that instead of harassing me in the fucking shower?” I snapped.

  “Did you brush your teeth?” he suddenly asked.

  “What the fuck? What does that have to do with what I just said?”

  “Yes or no?”

  “Yes, but—”

  He cut me off my pressing his lips against mine, walking me back until my back was against the cool tiles of the shower wall. I pushed against his chest to get him away from me, but he only tightened his arm around me, his other hand snaking its way down my body and settling between my legs.

  “No,” I managed to say between kisses, slapping against his wet chest. But he ignored me as his fingers found my clit.

  “The sooner you stop fighting me, the easier this will get,” he murmured, planting hot kisses along my neck.

  “Let go of me,” I ground out, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. The more I move, the move pleasurable pressure he put on my clit. Streaks of pleasure raced up and down my spine as I tried to keep my wits about myself. This wasn’t fair. Everything that he wanted was practically being handed to him on a silver platter. A marriage. A pregnancy. Me. A part of me wanted to think that he’d already known I was pregnant, the marriage simply sealing the deal to let me know that I was his forever.

  As if hearing my thoughts, he leaned down and kissed the shell of my ear. “I told you the day you got your tattoo that you’ll always be mine,” he whispered. “Always.”

  “Fucking let go of me!” I screamed, fighting harder against him. Angry tears burned my eyes when he slipped two fingers inside of me. Angry because I realized how helpless this situation probably was and that I may not be able to get out no matter how much planning or plotting I did. Angry that his fingers being inside of me made me so fucking wet and needy. Angry that I didn’t want him to stop.

  “Your mouth is telling me to stop, but your greedy little pussy is squeezing my fingers so tight,” he said and smiled. “I think you want it.”

  “I swear I fucking hate you,” I ground out, a hot tear rolling down my cheek.

  He leaned forward and licked the tear trail before devouring my mouth. I stifled a moan as his fingers moved quicker inside of me, but I couldn’t stop the tears. One after another slid down my cheeks, so much so that a sob ripped from my throat. Bennett paused and looked down at me, a flurry of emotions nestled in his brown eyes.

  “Are you that opposed to sex that you’ll cry about it?” he asked with a frown. Despite his question, he didn’t pull his fingers from my pussy.

  I hiccupped and looked up at him.

  “Nice touch with the dramatics. You’re almost believable,” the small voice said.

  Will you shut the fuck up, you troll? I didn’t ask for your unhelpful commentary, I snapped.

  “I just…this feels too similar to Stephanie,” I said. “I don’t want to end up like her.”

  His expression softened as he pressed his lips to mine again, resting his forehead against mine. “I told you I won’t let anything happen to you. I made mistakes with Stephanie that I have to live with for the rest of my life. I won’t leave you alone long enough to let anyone get their hands on you.”

  “You can’t be everywhere, Bennett.”

  “And when I can’t be there, someone will be. I promise you’ll be protected 24/7. They’ll have to kill me before I let them get to my wife.”

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sp; I found the urge to cringe upon hearing that word. Once upon a time, I’d dreamed of the day I’d become someone’s wife. I always thought about being in a relationship with someone who loved me just as much as I loved them. I didn’t imagine being forced to marry someone who I hated, who’d hurt me repeatedly. To make matters worse, I didn’t imagine carrying a baby with a man who should be killed right along with his father.

  Even if I left, I knew I’d still have to keep Bennett in my life for the sake of our baby. I knew all too well how it felt to grow up without a father because of his job. I didn’t want my child—our child—to feel that emptiness or abandonment just because I couldn’t put my own emotions aside for their wellbeing.

  “I promise I’ll keep you safe,” he whispered before kissing me again. I forced myself to relax in his arms when all I wanted to do was fight him.

  “Get used to holding back your own anger and just focus on the overall goal,” the small voice reminded me.

  No shit, Sherlock. Since you want to talk so much, do you want to be present when he fucks me, too?

  “I guess that’s my cue to go to bed.”

  Exactly what I thought, I hissed.

  Bennett moved to pick me up, but I stopped him. “That’s not a good idea actually,” I said, pressing my hand on his chest. “I just got my stomach to stop doing flips and the last thing I want you doing is bouncing me around on your cock.”

  He looked at me for a long moment before he grinned. “Fine. Then I’ll fuck you in bed,” he said and turned off the shower, before grabbing my hand.

  “That’s not what I mean, Bennett,” I protested as I pulled a towel off the towel rack. “I don’t want to have sex at all. I’m not in the mood.”

  “Well, I’m not going to bed with blue balls, so I’m going to get off,” he said and continued pulling me to the bed.

  “I want you to know you’re a terrible husband,” I said with a huff. He chuckled as he pushed me back onto the bed and hovered over me.

  “Right, a terrible, inattentive husband.” He took my nipple into his mouth and pulled lightly before letting it go. “I’m sure you’ll tell me that just as much as you tell me that you hate me.”

  “And I mean every word of it,” I said.

  “I believe you, gorgeous,” he said and took my nipple into his mouth again. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the pleasure creeping over my skin, making me warm all over. I wanted to protest, to put me foot down so that he’d listen to me, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I wanted this. My body tingled for him to touch my clit, the head of his erection resting just centimeters above it. I rolled my hips, which made him grin.

  “For someone who wasn’t in the mood for sex, you seem to be in a rush,” he teased. I frowned at him, watching as he swirled his tongue around my nipple before taking it back into his mouth.

  “I’m not in the mood. I was just uncomfortable,” I said, squirming under him for good measure.

  He let go of my nipple and smirked down at me. “Uncomfortable, huh?” He gripped his hard cock in his hand and ran the head of it up and down my wet pussy. “Does that make you more comfortable, baby?”

  I glared at him. “Don’t be an asshole.”

  “I just don’t get you,” he said and tsked. “When I give you attention, I’m an asshole. When I try to make my gorgeous wife comfortable, I’m an asshole. I guess I’ll just have to settle for being an asshole then.”

  “Just stop teasing me and fuck me already,” I ground out, my core throbbing with need. He only smiled at me and went back to planting kissing on my skin, moving lower.

  He spent more time than really necessary when he reached my lower belly, pressing what felt like a million kisses on my skin and whispering inaudible words into my womb. A part of me wanted to roll my eyes, but the smart part of my mind that I still held on to signaled that it was a part of his vulnerability that I needed to acknowledge and accept or else he’d wall himself back off.

  “This isn’t a time for you to have a conversation with our baby when I’m fucking horny,” I murmured, running my hand through his hair. This interaction with him felt foreign and awkward. This wasn’t us, and I had no idea how the hell something like this could even become normal between us. We were pain, torture, hate. How in the hell could we birth pleasure, normalcy, and love into something that was built on something as chaotic as we were?

  “Probably the same way he and Stephanie ended up together,” the small voice said. But I wasn’t Stephanie; Bennett made sure to remind me of that.

  He looked up at me with soft eyes, something unfamiliar flashing through his gaze before he pressed a final kiss on my belly. I closed my eyes as he settled between my thighs. His fingertips grazed my inner thighs, sending chills throughout my body. He slipped two fingers into me at the same moment he took my clit into his mouth. My fingers gripped his hair tight as pleasure consumed me once more.

  “You know, for someone that hates him so much, you sure do love being present for sex,” the small voice said.

  Why not? You won’t.

  “Well, yeah, because I hate all of him, his sex included.”

  What a sad existence you’ll live then, I thought just as Bennett curled his fingers to hit my g spot.

  “Ah…fuck I’m right there,” I moaned, moving my hips. “Faster…yes…fuck, yes!”

  Just a few strokes in and I came apart in the palm of his hand, my legs trembling as he lapped up every drop I gave him. He growled deep and low as he removed his fingers. With a final long lick, he kissed his way back up to my lips and positioned himself to enter me.

  “Wait,” I said breathlessly. He raised an eyebrow at me.

  “What now?” he asked.

  “I want to ride you,” I said.

  He stared at me for a moment. “You just said you didn’t want to be bounced on my cock and now you want to ride me?”

  “I know, but I changed my mind. Am I allowed to do that?” I asked as I smirked up at him. He only frowned at me in response and got off the bed. “Where are you going?”

  He turned off the bathroom light and moved over to the door. When I realized he was turning off the lights, I pulled back the comforter and sheets on the bed and slid onto the cool sheets. The moonlight pouring into the bedroom showed his shadow moving over to the bed before I felt the bed dip with his weight. He settled next to me and pulled me closer to him. I straddled him before he could pin me to the bed, the moonlight illuminating his face a little as he looked up at me.

  “If you throw up on me, I swear I’m going to be pissed,” he said with a frown.

  I giggled and shook my head. “I won’t. Promise,” I said. I reached down between us and took his hard cock into my hard, stroking it a couple of times before sinking down onto it. His grip on my hips tightened as I slowly moved on him. I cleared my mind and gave him the release he wanted. Even though he wasn’t physically hurting me, he made it clear that I was still his little fuck toy that he could use any time he wanted. The word no still meant nothing to him, and I still didn’t have much of a voice behind closed doors, not that I’d expected much change out of him. As I looked down at the pleasure on his face as he finally came inside of me, I vowed that I wouldn’t feel bad when I eventually broke him. I may not be able to kill him physically, but I’d savor the moment I broke him, just as he did when he broke me.

  He was gone when I awoke the next morning. Typical.

  Nausea hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt as if I’d vomit if I dared to move. A soft knock came at the door before it slowly opened, Carrie walking in with a tray of breakfast.

  “Good morning, soon-to-be mommy,” she sang as she kicked the door closed again. “I got some breakfast for you.”

  I groaned, too sick to cringe in disgust at her new addition to my list of names around here. “I feel too sick to eat right now,” I muttered, putting a pillow over my head.

  “Oh no, you’re still sick?” she asked with wide eyes, putting the tray at the
foot of the bed and moving over to stand next to me. “Do you want me to get you something else?”

  “Not right now. I’ll just throw up again.”

  “You know Bennett will throw a fit if you don’t eat, right?”

  “Bennett can kiss my ass,” I ground out.

  She giggled. “Apparently doing that is how you ended up with your current bun in the oven,” she said, patting my leg before moving back to the tray and picking it up.

  “Where is he anyway?” I asked as I slowly sat up, wrapping the sheet around my still naked body.

  “In a meeting in the bunker,” she said.

  “A meeting? He didn’t say anything about a meeting,” I said with a frown.

  “I think it’s just him and the guys. He wanted you to eat and rest and told me to make sure you do.” She gestured toward the door. “I’ll get you something a little easier on the stomach. It’ll be just a few minutes.”

  I nodded and watched her walk back out before I hopped out of bed. My stomach flipped and turned as I moved around the room quickly for something to wear. I quickly brushed my teeth and freshened up before pulling on a pair of panties and a sleep shirt that stopped in the middle of my thighs.

  Saint stood in front of the door when I opened it. He looked down at me and nodded. “Morning,” he said.

  “Morning,” I replied and closed the door behind me when I stepped into the hallway.

  “Where can I escort you to?” he asked, falling in step beside me as I headed for the staircase.

  “Wherever Bennett is.”

  “He’s in a meeting.”

  “I’m well aware of what he’s doing,” I replied. “I can’t get into the bunker by myself, so I’ll need you to take me to him.”

  He only nodded in response, which was fine with me because I wasn’t in the mood to go back and forth with him. The closer we got to the bunker, the more I realized that I didn’t know why I was going to him in the first place. If he didn’t wake me for the meeting, it was probably one where I wasn’t needed. Unless…

  Alright, cry baby. Since you always have so much commentary for every situation we’re in, it’s showtime for you now, I thought.