Allen's grin stretched wider as he caught the expression crossing her face. "Think I'm lying to you?
What's the point? What would I gain when I've already had you? I've taken pleasure from your body countless times, and now you're carrying my child - what more could I possibly get from deceiving you?"
She clamped her lips shut, searching desperately for some comeback, some defense. Nothing came.
Her mind went blank as doubt crept in. He was right, wasn't he? Allen had no reason to lie - he'd already taken everything he wanted, and she was powerless to stop any of it.
"See? I'm not feeding you lies, sweetheart. Yeah, I'm a bastard, but I don't lie. I always give you the truth."
Allen stepped closer, and her scattered thoughts couldn't react fast enough to dodge his reach. His hand shot out, yanking her against his chest.
"Ah!" Her heart hammered as his palm found her breast. She stomped down hard on his foot, and when his grip loosened, she bolted.
