I sobbed, pleasure and resistance twisting together. “It’s… yours…”
“Louder.” He bit my shoulder hard. “Tell me whose baby you’re going to carry.”
“Yours!” I cried, shame and lust burning through me. “It’s yours, please!”
“Good girl.” His pace turned feral. The hand on my throat slid down to press firmly over my lower belly. “Feel that? That’s where I’m going to put my baby. Right fucking here. I’m going to flood this cunt until it takes.”
I came with a broken scream, walls spasming violently around his bare cock. He snarled in triumph and kept fucking me through it, using my orgasm to drive himself deeper.
“Not done,” he growled. He pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the desk. My back hit the wood as he shoved my thighs wide apart and drove back inside in one brutal stroke.
“Look at me while I breed you,” he ordered, eyes black with obsession. One hand pinned my hip, the other wrapped around my throat again. “Watch what you do to me.”
I couldn’t look away. His powerful body flexed with every savage thrust. Sweat glistened on his chest. The devil tattoo seemed to move as his muscles rippled. His cock stretched me obscenely, veins dragging against my sensitive walls.
“Please, Santino! Too much!”
“You can take it.” He leaned down, biting my bottom lip. “You’re going to take every drop. Gonna fill you until your belly swells. Gonna keep you barefoot and pregnant so you never run again.”
The filthy words sent me spiraling again. I came harder this time, squirting around his cock as he roared and buried himself to the hilt. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my womb. Pulse afterheavy pulse. He ground deep, making sure nothing escaped, hand still pressing on my belly like he could force it to take root.
He stayed inside me, cock twitching, as he kissed me filthy and deep. When he finally pulled back enough to speak, his voice was wrecked but possessive.
“Run again and I’ll chain you to my bed and fuck you full every hour until you’re carrying my heir. Understand?”
I nodded weakly, trembling, cum already leaking around his still-hard cock.
He smiled darkly and rolled his hips once more.
“Good girl. Now let’s see how many loads it takes before you stop pretending you don’t want this forever.”
The study filled with the wet sounds of him claiming me again, slower this time but no less depraved, his cum pushing deeper with every thrust while he whispered dark breeding promises against my lips.
I was ruined.
And I was his.
Chapter Nineteen: SANTINO
Aurorawasavoidingme.
Three fucking days of it.
Three days of polite nods across the long marble dining table, her dark eyes sliding away from mine the moment they met.
Three days of clipped, careful answers when I asked her a direct question, her voice soft but distant, like she was speaking to a stranger instead of the man who had buried himself inside her raw and bare, flooding her womb with load after load while she screamed my name.
Three days of doors closing softly behind her, the quiet click louder than any gunshot.
She still slept in my bed every night, because I carried her there when she pretended to fall asleep on the couch with some worn paperback in her lap, but the warmth was gone.
No soft sigh when my hand slid possessively between her thighs in the dark. No defiant little glare that always melted into desperate, broken moans as I pinned her wrists above her head and reminded her exactly who she belonged to.
She was pulling away, brick by careful brick, building walls I could feel in every inch of space she kept between us. And it was driving me out of my goddamn mind.
I stood at the edge of the private gym on the top floor of the estate, arms crossed over my chest, the black compression shirt clinging to my sweat-slicked skin from the brutal sets I’d already put myself through.
The air smelled of leather, metal, and exertion. Heavy bags swayed gently from their chains. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the cliffs and the restless sea beyond, gray waves crashing far below under a brooding sky.
