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“Come on my tongue, little firecracker,” I whispered above her mound, before sliding my aforementioned body part inside her slick channel.

She moaned, and I paused, cursing myself for not thinking this through. I wanted to make sure my new toy could never leave us, not with her scent clinging to my body. Her presence affected everything I knew and turned it on its axis.

I lapped at her cunt until she throbbed, then I rose above her curvy body and slid my cock deep inside. My piercings rubbed her walls. She struggled, but I held her loosely against me until I bottomed out.

Time stopped as I allowed her to grow used to me. Her breathing relaxed again, and I waited until I was certain she’d fallen back asleep, then I moved. I kissed her hungrily, emboldened by her lack of resistance.

She wanted this. She wanted me.

“Please,” she mumbled, causing me to stumble in my shallow thrusts.

I glanced down at her, expecting her green eyes to be wide open, glaring at me. But they were still closed. I thrust deeper and deeper, grunting from the sheer force. She never moved. I fucked her harder, imagining her growing large with my child.

“Take my cock, little firecracker. I’m going to stuff you full of my cum. You won’t be able to leave me. You’ll give me the smartest heirs in all of Italy,” I rasped in her ear with a growl.

I hoped on some level she could hear me speaking to her.

Maybe I should wake her up with my cock inside of her. My movements were hurried, as the tightness of her pussy kept sucking me deep inside. I rocked deeper, feeling our flesh smack together, mine damaged and scarred, hers perfect, and a reminder of everything I would never be again. Untouched. Whole.

Rightness settled into my chest.

I shoved her knees as high as I could get them, uncaring if she awoke. If she beat me with her tiny fists, she still couldn’t stop my assault. The power of that rushed through my body, and I roared my release, as if shouting to the heavens that this woman was mine.

I shoved a pillow underneath her hips and rolled to the side, careful to keep my cock inside of her, until I lost my hardness and slipped out. Once that happened, I shoved my come deep inside of her with my fingers, and kept them inside of her, so it wouldn’t slip out.

I didn’t want her to lose a single drop. If she was going to have my fucking baby, the sooner the better.

I positioned her body into the fetal position until drowsiness stole over me. My last thought, before I fell into a deep sleep, was of Sebastian. I could feel the smile on my face when I thought of his reaction first thing in the morning.

He would wake up naked, covered in my little firecracker’s fluids, with no explanation of how he got there. I fell into a gleeful sleep. His misery was always my joy. I wished I could be there to see what she did to him when she woke up next.

If only I could see it all and wasn’t forced back to slumber. Fucking pansy ass Sebastian.

CHAPTER FOUR

Dr. Mya

Waking up was like dragging myself through quicksand, my body heavy and my mind hazy. I shifted, expecting the rough, cold metal of the trunk, or maybe a concrete floor, but I felt soft sheets, warm and unfamiliar. Panic flared in my chest, as I blinked against the dim light. I wasn’t in the car anymore. This was a bedroom, spacious and elegant from what I saw so far. I couldn’t believe I fell asleep after being kidnapped, or maybe I was drugged. Was this karma for what I’ve done? I would not freak out, but I was a little surprised that I could stay in bed and rest, with everything that had happened, and could happen.

My body was sore from the journey as I stretched out my arms, trying to find relief. Until I hit a warm body. My pulse quickened, my eyes darting around. Bleary-eyed, I looked over and saw a naked man in bed next to me, his scars on full display underneath the rosy glow of the sun. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. He was close, too close, and every survival instinct I had was screaming at me to get away. But I couldn’t just bolt, I needed to be smart. I needed to think.

I breathed out my mouth, trying to stay calm, as I slowly wiggled to the edge of the bed. I noticed I wasn’t tied up anymore. No ropes, no restraints, just this man’s heavy arm that was draped over my waist, as if that was where it belonged. I thanked goodness I hadn’t woken up screaming or thrashing around, but the rational part of my brain fought back at this scene laid out in front of it. I stilled when he moved, everything stopping. If I made another move, I’d wake him up, and I wasn’t certain I wanted to do that.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured, drawing me close again. “You smell so fucking good.” He climbed up my body until he could nuzzle my hair.

His voice muffled against my head for a minute before he stiffened against me. “Mouse?”

“Get off of me,” I hissed, hating the nickname.

He scrambled away, looking down at his naked, hard, pierced cock, standing tall between us.

“What are you doing in my bed?” His confusion made me feel a similar notion.

“This was the room you put me in.” I pulled the sheet up to my chest, trying to cover up. “Is that a piercing?” My eyes locked onto his cock.

“W-what? I don’t understand.” He looked around.

“Is that a piercing?”

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