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I freeze. Part of me wonders if I imagined it. If it’s a trick or ploy. If she’s going to stab me in the back or someone will burst in to murder us both.

“Did you hear me? I love you.” Her melodic voice breaks through my daze.

“Why?”

“Because I choose to.”

I’ve done absolutely nothing to deserve it. And probably everything to not. But this divine creature decided I was worth it, instead of leaving me to my own rot.

My thumbs brush her hair back, and a wet drop falls from my face onto hers. “I love you, Astrid. Say it again.”

“I love you, too.”

With a shove of my hips, I feed her need with my thickness again. And again. And again. Until the flush rises across her chest and sparks up her neck to her cheeks. Her pussy flutters around me delicately as she rewards me with beautiful moans and whimpers. “Say it as you come for me, angel.”

Her big blue eyes try to remain open as she strains against the waves of pleasure taking control of her muscles. Screaming the words, she lets her voice sing definitively, “I love you!”

And as I match her ecstasy with my own, I hold her tight and whisper the same.

Chapter 28

Astrid

After the second round, he feeds me grapes and meat from a tray the cook sent up. His gentle fingers massage every muscle in my body. Then he falls asleep while his fat cock is still planted deep inside of me.

The pressure on my bladder awakens me from a surprising rest, which turns into a gnawing twist in my stomach. Once I reach the toilet, I can’t decide whether to hurl or pee first. But do so in that order. Just to be sure, I find another pregnancy test and take it. While brushing my teeth, my eyes dance toward the test often, but the lines are clear.

Bert survived.

When I return to the bedroom, my husband’s muscular back is splayed across the entire king-sized bed, as well as his tattooed arms. Slipping beneath one, he stirs enough to grip me tightly and pull me under his weight. “Don’t leave me again.”

One of his fingers dances over my ribs, and I giggle at the tickling sensation, enjoying his playfulness. He presses his lips to my temple and sighs a sleepy breath onto my skin.

“I won’t. But the baby…she’s still here.”

The side of his face scrunches into a broad smile. “That’smybaby. My baby boy.”

“Girl. And she’sours.”

He flips to his side and spoons me, his biceps pinching around my waist. “You’re mine. Therefore, he’s mine, too.”

Some moments pass where I think he’s returned to sleep, nuzzled up against my back. But I can’t settle. “I need a meeting with the families. I want to discuss what happened to me.”

When he goes still, I sense an argument. “I don’t think?—”

“Iwant to talk with them. Have someone set it up for us. They should listen tomenow that I have first-hand knowledge of what the societies’ plans are.”

His arms wrap around me tighter as a tiny chuckle huffs into my ear. “Yes, angel. I’ll have Sev set one up. We’ll have to meet outside a government building, though. I blew them all up.”

Shrugging, I take a deep breath. “It was for the best.”

“Can you tell me what happened first?”

My fingers thread between his as I scoot back into him. “I was so angry with you. No, I washurt. It felt like when I understood that you only wanted my womb for your revenge and nothing else.”

“I did. But you taught me how to love. So, now, I want to make a child withyou, my wife.”

“I love you, Vincente, but…”

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