Page 94 of All Your Pain

We spend the night curled up together and Dean tells me everything.

How awfully he was treated at the orphanage by kids and adults alike. The foster parents that abused him and said it was God’s will for him to feel pain so they would beat him to get thedevil out of him. How he got the burns on his back by setting the house on fire with them inside, when he was just sixteen.

He says he never felt any of it but I can see that the pain has been festering inside him for so long.

At some point, his mind must have closed off the vulnerable parts of him, to protect him from the mental torture everyone put him through. He must have been so scared and confused not understanding why he was so different. Rather than looking after him everyone hurt him more. My heart breaks for that little boy.

It’s no wonder he’s turned into the cold ruthless killer he is today. I can see that scared young boy breaking out of his mental cages now though. It’s going to be a tough process for him to come to terms with everything but he has me now and I’m not going anywhere.

“Will you?” he asks as he trails kisses down to my stomach and back up to my mouth. “Will you marry me, Willow? Be mine in every way possible.”

“Yes, I’ll marry you, my sweet psycho. I’ll be yours in every way as long as you’re also mine.” I take hold of his hand and lay it flat on my stomach. I can already see and feel his protective instincts, that he’s had only for me, starting to spread to the baby growing inside me.

He smirks and kisses my stomach again. “Willow, you’ve had all of me since the moment I first saw you.”

EPILOGUE ONE

DEAN

“Don’t even think about picking that up!” I call from the front door, as Willow tries to reach into the trunk of the car to pick up one of the boxes inside.

With her hands on her hips, she scowls at me, but it doesn’t have the effect she’s hoping for.

Ever since her bump popped, I’ve been even more protective of her and the baby.

If I could, I’d put her under house arrest and not have her lift a single finger but she said she needs her freedom. Well, she said something more along the lines of‘if you lock me up then you’ll never see my pussy again let alone think about putting another baby in me once this one’s out.’

With her swollen ankles she’s started waddling everywhere, like a cute little duck but I know not to call her that again. The last time I did she cried. She’s been doing that a lot lately, crying over the tiniest things. The other night she wanted to watch an animated movie about a family with special powers that lived in a magic house and she cried the whole way through. Then whenwe watched one of my horror movies, she cried because she felt sorry for the machete wielding killer.

It’s not all bad though, especially since she likes to use my cock as a pacifier.

“It’s just a box of diapers. I’m allowed to help, the doctor said it was fine.” She bends over ignoring mydon’t you dare do thatstare and reaches for the box again. Her ass stretches her maternity jeans out nicely and I grab her hips so I can feel her plump cheeks against my cock. She’s filled out everywhere with baby weight and it looks so good on her, I hope she doesn’t lose it once the baby’s here, she’s thicker and even softer in all my favorite places.

“Touch that box again and I’ll spank you right here,” I growl as I squeeze her hips a little tighter.

She looks back at me with wide innocent eyes, then she slowly drags her teeth across her bottom lip as she presses her ass back into me.

For a moment, I forget what we were even talking about and my mind becomes laser focused on the feel of her grinding against me. Then out of the corner of my eye I see her little hand reaching forward and she touches the box in front of her with the tip of one finger.

Such a tease.

I bring my palm down on her ass cheek and she moans so loud I’m glad we don’t have neighbors.

“Dean,” she whines as I rub my hard cock against the seam of her ass.

God, I can’t wait to be able to take this tight little hole again.

“What did I tell you about doing too much?”

“I don’t remember. Maybe you should remind me again,” she pants as my fingers slide under her waist band and down to her pussy.

“Remind you of what, little kitten?” I purr as I stroke her back with one hand and her pussy with the other. She moans again and braces her body with her arms so she’s not lying on her stomach. “That I’m the one who does all the heavy lifting?” I stop my strokes so I can scoop her up and carry her inside. Unloading the car of today's baby purchases can wait.

Willow’s hands wrap around my neck and she reaches up to kiss me but I keep my mouth out of reach. “No, baby, got to teach you a lesson first,” I say, my voice low and husky as my lips curl up in a wicked smile.

“Have I not been a good girl?” She pouts up at me.

“No, baby, but I’ll teach you how to be my good girl again.”

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