Avowed (The Manipulation Trilogy Book 3) by Alicia Taylor, Natalie Townson Page A

about to reply when I smell something burning, Damon must notice it the same time as I do as he quickly pushes away from me and runs to the stove. Picking up a towel, he lifts the burning pan of what was a tomato sauce of some kind, and throws it in the sink.
    He turns around and looks at me and I have to bite my cheeks to stop myself from laughing. He looks so dejected. Picking up his mobile from the counter, he scrolls through before dialing a number. 
    “Hi, I would like to order some Chinese please.”
    I listen as he finishes his order, ends the call and places his phone on the counter.  Turning off the rest of the pans and chucking them in the sink too, he looks into the oven and takes out the chicken he was cooking. He puts it on a plate and covers it with foil.
    I watch every movement he makes, taking it all in. When he finally stops puttering about he walks back towards me.
    “They said it would take half an hour.” His eyes sparkle in humour as he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom.
    “There’s a lot I can do to you in half an hour.”
    He sets me down on the bed and quickly strips out of his clothes.
    “What do you plan to do to me Mr. Hunt?” I wait for him to turn and look at me, and when he does I let out an audible gasp as he stalks towards me.
    “A lot Mrs. Hunt. I plan to do a lot.” I swear he licks his lips, looking like a lion who just found his prey. And by the looks of it, I'm the main course.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
    October 2 nd 2014
    Damon
     
    Walking through the house I’m searching for my beauty. I hate spending time away from her, so I’m eager to get her in my arms and feel her lips pressed to mine.
    “Ella,” I call, as I make my way upstairs. When I don’t get a reply a smile splits my face. She’s probably asleep, and that means I can wake her up with a treat, a treat of my mouth on her pussy. My mouth waters as I think about tasting her, no one ever tasted as good as my beauty.
    As I near our bedroom door a baby’s cry sounds out, startling me. I pause mid-step and listen to the cries. My eyes widen as the cries get louder and louder. It’s not coming from our room, or even the room we planned to have as a nursery. It’s coming from further down the hall, from the last guest bedroom.
    What the fuck?
    I start walking again, picking up my pace. Has Ella given birth to our daughter alone? My heart fucking thumps against my ribs, and tries to break out of my chest cavity. It’s too early. The baby won’t survive.
    “Ella!” I shout. When I still get no reply I begin running to the room where the cries are coming from but I can’t get there. No matter how fast and far I run, I can’t close the distance. It’s like the hall is expanding with each stride I take, and the distance keeps growing.
    My feet pound on the carpeted floor but I don’t seem to be moving. Panic claws at me, dragging me into the darkness, away from my beauty. What the hell is happening?
    Blood roars in my ears as I finally reach the closed bedroom door, but as I start to open it the cries disappear. Everything is eerily silent. I hold my breath and open the door to find nothing.
    Ella isn’t in here and neither is a baby.
    I frown and look around the room puzzled. What is going on?
    “Ella,” I shout through the silent house.
    “I’m in the bedroom Damon,” she calls.
    Relief fills me when I hear her sweet voice, but my heart doesn’t slow its beat any. I need to see her, hold her in my arms, to fucking feel her against me. I take off out the guest bedroom and quickly make my way to our room to find her.
    Closing in on our bedroom I hear her cooing and it brings a smile to my face. My beauty is ready for our daughter, she’s always cooing to her bump now. Pushing the door open, I stop dead in my tracks when red fills my vision.
    Blood is everywhere.
    Where the fuck is all this blood from? Ella has her back to me and is cradling something in her arms as she softly sways and sings.