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Savage crushes my body against his, ducking his head so close to my mouth I instinctively close my eyes and part my lips for a kiss.

But his lips glide over my cheek, my jaw, and brush my ear.

“I’m going to put a child in you,” he growls.

I melt in his grip. He’s never spoken to me like this, not in all our days together. It’s not the words he uses, but the steely determination in his voice. The way he holds me like I’m nothing more than a doll.

Know why it’s so much fun playing with toys, Nyx?

They don’t have a choice but to play along.

But I do have a choice.

And I’m so fucking done with everyone assuming the Gray sisters are just life-sized dolls.

“I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want, Papi, but Sullivan won’t give my sisters back if Sergio’s still alive.”

“I told you…photos can be faked.” His voice is a sinister rasp in my ear, like the very Devil is tempting me.

“And your uncle will roll over and play dead because he’s just such a nice guy?”

“I’ll make sure O’Brien gets what he wants.” He slides his hand from the small of my back, around to my belly. “All you have to do is spread your legs and take my cock like the strong, brave little girl you are. Can you do that for me, Nyx?”

I feel sick.

There’s a gut wrenching panic building inside me, a hopeless desperation I thought I’d never have to feel again.

It makes the scar on my hip pulse in time with my racing heart.

He catches my earlobe in his teeth, and bites so hard I gasp. “Time’s running out.”

“Yes, you fucking asshole,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut and hoping that will keep my tears inside. “I’ll have your demon spawn.”

It doesn’t.

“Good girl.” He pretends to release me, but before I can step away, he clasps me in a fierce hug. It would have been sweet, maybe even comforting, if I couldn’t feel how hard his dick was.

“One last thing,” he murmurs against my hair. “Until the day that baby is delivered into my arms, you’re mine.”

Chapter 32

Vito

It takes me three tries before I actually rap my knuckles against Andy’s door. I don’t know what the fuck’s up with me lately. I’ve lost my backbone. This kind of shit never used to be this difficult. I could smooth talk anything with tits until Andy?—

She opens the door, glares at me, and immediately tries to slam it shut. I get my brown suede Gucci loafer wedged in there just in time.

Only a sliver of Andy and her room is visible. She’s wearing a white hoodie and black yoga pants with white socks. I guess she hasn’t had time to go clothes shopping yet.

“It’s an emergency.”

Her green eyes widen. “Is it Bry?—”

She cuts off when I shove my thickly bandaged hand through the crack in the door, her eyes widening even more.

“Need your medical expertise, pronto.”

“Holy cow, what happened?” But then it’s like she remembers she hates me, and her scowl is back. “Whatever. I hope it falls off.”

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