Page 85 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“Yes, please.” I moan, then caress my tits, and I revel in the swell of his cock deep inside me.

“That’s it. Touch those big tits for me. Play with your nipples, baby girl. Let me see your milk.” I gently pump myself until milk bubbles down the swell of my tits. “Fuckkkk, that’s it.” He rolls his hips, then powers up into me. “Such a good girl.” Each surge encourages a stream of warm milk to flow from my nipples.

Then he leans forward, and I push my nipples into his greedy mouth without direction. He groans around me as I tip my head back and become a doll for him to use. He feeds from me, holding me tightly in place as his cock works against the bounce of my ass, pounding in and out of me with each beat.

I grip onto his shoulders for support, knowing I’m leaving marks on him sends me wild with need. He’s mine. My beautiful savage, a handsome manipulator, my savior.

Ecstasy sparks inside me when the milk pours from his mouth. He eats like a feral beast. His hungry mouth devours me while his cock punishes me.

Pleasure strikes, and I can’t hold back.

“Yes. Oh god, yes. Owen!” I scream into the night as he grips me harder, causing sparks of light to dance in my vision, and I float in a sea of tranquility, never feeling so secure yet so owned.

“Fuckkk,” he grunts against me as his teeth tug on my flesh, and when I open my hooded eyes, he raises his head to face me. His mouth falls open, releasing a deluge of warm milk, the most intoxicating sight I’ve ever witnessed.

His cock spurts deep inside me, and I float into the abyss with a smile on my face when he whispers, “I love you” into the night.

Finally, feeling complete.

I finally have it all.

FORTY-TWO

LAYA

Slowly, I roll over with a groan. My body feels heavy and achy from yesterday, no doubt from our night too. During the early hours of the morning, I fed Romeo, then Owen put him back to sleep in his nursery under Tate’s and Ava’s watchful eyes. They said they wanted practice ready for their little one, but ultimately, I know it was so I could rest during the night, knowing he was being watched.

I throw the sheets off and go into the bathroom. After using the toilet, I wash my hands and brush my teeth, then track the marks on my neck and flick open my makeup bag to cover up his fingerprints. The last thing I want is for my brother to see them.

The necklace hanging around my neck glimmers in the mirror, and I stroke over the emerald, entwining my fingers in the chain with the same steely determination I had only a few short months ago.

A fresh start.

Choosing to be the strong woman I want my children to look up to, I pull my shoulders back and throw open the bedroom door, heading straight toward the closet. I decide to hit my past head on. I want Owen to deal with whatever is in the backpack Carlos gave me. If there’s more evidence of his crimes, I trust the only man to ever truly love me to deal with it. Raising up on my tiptoes, I lift the backpack off the top shelf, but misjudge my step and stumble backward. The bag slips to the floor and out spills the contents.

I lift the paperwork and wince. I’m pretty sure it’s legal work, much of it jargon to me. Then I get to an envelope with my name on the front in Carlos’s handwriting. My heart thunders as I stare at it. Equal worry and intrigue slice through me. Sitting on my ass, I take a deep breath and open it.

Mi amor,

I wince at my nickname, hating the way it pains me to hear his voice ringing through my ears, as if calling me from the grave.

I’m writing this letter because I know my life is ending, and I deserve it, amor, fuck, do I deserve it all. I screwed up and I’m sorry. Sorry for so many things that I hope you never hear of.

I’ve always tried to protect you, mi amor, from the real me. You see, I’m not a good man, however much I want to be in order to keep you, I’m simply not.

From the moment I set eyes on you, I wanted you and so desperately wanted to be the man that you deserve, but how can I be when my whole existence has been so corrupt. You became my light, my small beacon of hope, the woman that would love the man I wanted to be, not the man I was.

I want you to tell our son how much love I had for you both. How we spent the evenings on the veranda with you between my legs while the stars shone above us, our son cradled in yourlap, and I looked down on you both with warmth in my heart, having never felt so complete.

I trust in you that our son will become everything I ever wished I could be. A good man deserving of a woman like his mama.

Owen will be that man for you and the father my son deserves, because in another life, I would be like him, worthy of your love, a father for my son to be proud of.

Your everything.

Be happy, mi amor. You and our son deserve the world. I just wish I could be a part of it.

All my love, Carlos.

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