Page 107 of Mine to Ruin

“Fuck me, my pussy misses being stretched by your cock.”

He grabs a condom and rolls it down his length. Goosebumps cover my skin in anticipation of him taking me. He places me on the couch, crawls between my legs, and bottoms out inside me with a groan.

“Better with my cock inside your tight, hungry pussy?” His thrusts are making the couch shift.

I moan. “She’s hungry only for your cock.”

“Such a good pussy.”

His praise inflames my desire. It does things to me I can’t even begin to comprehend.

He flicks my clit, and I throw my head back, moaning.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, and his lips find my ear. “We’re not going to talk about when I took you bare? About me losing my damn sanity when it comes to you? How the only thing I will regret is if I didn’t knock you up. Are you still loving my darkness now?”

“Yeah, I still do.” My voice turns hoarse, and I come, crying out my release. “Kian…”

He slams into me and comes, and I dig my nails into his back. I’ll deal with a potential pregnancy when and if the time comes. I won’t freak out.

Once we’ve freshened up and redressed for the day, I learn the plans that Kian has for me—which involves bundling up and getting out into the wilderness.

I inhale the fresh scent of winter, snowflakes dancing on my nose as Kian starts the ATV. I hop on and we drive through the forest, and over one hill, I spot fume puffs out of a chimney. A guy not much older than Kian appears, and I blink at his hard body and those cold, black eyes. His stance turns ready to fight, but when we get closer, a huge smile spreads across his rugged face instead. Kian hugs him and introduces his friend Aaron to me.

In the cabin, Aaron calls out to his wife, Vera, and she appears carrying a tiny human, wrapped in a blanket, her face beaming as she looks down at her baby. She’s gorgeous with blonde, white hair and blue icy eyes.

“I am sorry, it’s a little bit chaotic. But the baby has my full attention now, and it seems I can’t finish anything.” They share an intimate look.

“Kian, lovely to see you,” Vera says with a welcoming smile.

Aaron growls, his muscles tensing, and I peek at the tattoos on his hands. Vera glares at him. Seems I am not the only one dealing with a jealous hothead.

“Congratulations, you two,” Kian says with a tinge of want.

Vera places the baby in Kian’s arms, and I hold in a moan. My ovaries might explode watching him carrying a baby.

That could be you. His eyes find mine, the possibility real.

We move toward the living room and the baby starts crying, his tiny lungs rivaling those of an opera singer. She takes the baby from Kian and places him in my arms. Panic assaults my composure. “Would you mind?” Vera ask. “I have to get him a bottle.”

I hold the baby, a tiny voice in my head telling me that it’s good for practice. I inhale the sweetest scent and rock the bundle of joy, completely under his spell. I coo and didn’t even know I could do that.

He stills, and Vera returns with the bottle, and she asks me, “Would you like to feed him?”

I nod, and when I put the bottle to his mouth like she instructs me, he latches on, and a warm feeling invades me. I look up and Kian’s eyes widen, wonder and fear, and something else in them, too, though I can’t decipher what. Luca falls asleep, and his mother puts him in his crib.

Over a hot cup of tea, they tell us about how their life has changed, but they wouldn’t want it any other way, and something passes between them and Kian.

“Thank you for the food. It was amazing,” I say, and Vera offers a genuine smile.

“I am glad you liked it.”

We leave them, and when I hop on the ATV again, I’m crushed with a longing I can’t shake off.

“What is it, angel?” he asks.

I shrug and he adds, “You look good with a baby in your arms.”

“And you looked excited one second, and on the verge of a breakdown, the next.”

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