Page 66 of Scar

“We’re building a house,” Scar says, with a sense of finality.

I shake my head.

“We’re building a fortress.”

With the vast amount of land we own, we decide to build a village. Why stop at just one home? I hire architects to plan and design four different houses for each of my brothers-in-law. They may not have thought of this themselves, but their strength lies in their unity as a group. They are like a force to be reckoned with when they stand together, and I want them close by when our baby arrives. I also hope that our children will grow up together, learning the importance of family. Coming from being an only child, I never appreciated how important it was for me to one day have a large family.

The brothers are amazed that they never considered this idea before, but it's probably because they took their constant togetherness for granted. They all had their own separate apartments, but now they see the value in living in a singlecommunity as a family. I take charge of the project and work closely with the architects and project managers, making all the decisions the brothers don't want to make. I ensure that each home is built with neutral tones to accommodate both male and female preferences; after all, the brothers will eventually marry and there will be no more bachelor pads.

I fully embrace my role and immerse myself in the project, constantly making changes and overseeing the progress of all four homes being built simultaneously. It's important for us to move into our own house before the baby comes, but even more crucial to avoid living in a construction zone filled with noise and dust.

“How's my brilliant wife doing with her brilliant plan?” Scar kisses the top of my head and glances down at the fabric swatches in my hands. I can't decide between eggshell or beige, but I won't let him know that. He's just waiting for me to give up so he can have his way with me all day long. This project has given me an outlet for my energy and helped distract me from Scar's constant need for physical affection.

He leans over me and places a hand on my tiny baby bump. It's barely noticeable, but Scar finds it to be the sexiest thing he's ever seen. Plus, my increased sex drive has been a major turn on for him. But I don't want sex to define our relationship; there's so much more to us than that.

“Come on, get dressed baby. I'm taking you out to dinner tonight.”

CHAPTER 58 – SCAR

I don’t know how to make things right between us after our tumultuous beginning. Despite Allegra's forgiveness and happiness, I can't shake the guilt I feel for taking her away from her family. My brothers have reminded me that I don't deserve absolution for my past mistakes, and I hope that taking Allegra out to dinner and giving her a gift will help ease my conscience. As she admires the emerald and diamond choker I present her with, I tell her that she is even more beautiful than the necklace.

We have the private ballroom reserved at her favorite restaurant, where I have made it clear that we do not want to be disturbed after dinner. While behind her, I gently fasten the choker around her neck and shower kisses down her shoulder. She looks stunning in her silver dress, accentuating her growing baby bump that shows everyone she is mine. The thought of being parents together fills me with love and excitement, even though we have three months left until our bundle of joy arrives.

Though we do not know the gender yet, I want to keep it a surprise. When our baby is born, everything will be new and exciting. Holding them for the first time will be an unforgettable moment. Allegra leans into my chest and whispers that she cannot wait for the rest of our lives together.

My hand caresses her hair with a possessive love. Every strand belongs to me, every breath she takes is mine, and every beat of her heart is for me. I never thought I could love someone so completely, but now I can't imagine my life without her. Icrave her every minute of every day, unable to get enough of her. I pull away from our embrace to lift her chin and meet her gaze with my own intense one. Our lips collide in an urgent kiss, tongues dancing together as we merge into one.

I run my hand up her thigh, the slit in her dress a reminder of why I chose it for her. Even though I still buy all her dresses, she no longer has a reason to destroy them like she once did to spite me. My fingers continue their journey towards her core, and I'm surprised to find that she's not wearing any underwear. If I was turned on before, I'm about to explode with desire when I see she's completely exposed beneath the fabric.

I groan at how sexy and horny she is, especially since becoming pregnant. These days, I try my best not to stray too far from home when working because she may call me throughout the day needing me urgently. A few times, I've taken too long and arrived home to find her pleasuring herself, lost in ecstasy with her fingers deep inside her pussy. Now, I make a conscious effort to always be available for her whenever she needs release, grateful that she wants me constantly.

“Baby,” she whispers as I slip two fingers inside her. She bites down on my shoulder as I move them in and out of her, muffling her moans against my shirt. When she climaxes, it's like a geyser erupting as she releases herself onto my fingers. With a smile spread across my face, I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth to clean them off.

She watches me with hooded eyes, her arousal only intensifying. This is our norm now, and I hope it's not just her pregnancy hormones at work; otherwise, I might have to keep getting her pregnant forever.

I'm so turned on that I could explode just by looking at her as she licks her lips in anticipation of more. She moves closer to me, teasing me with her tongue before capturing my lips ina soft kiss that quickly turns passionate. I can taste her on my tongue, and it only adds to the fire burning within me.

I willingly give her control, knowing she knows exactly what she wants. I love that she doesn't hold back her desires and isn't afraid to show me what she likes. It turns me on, and I'll give it to her any way she wants.

She breaks away from our passionate kiss and walks over to the chair, lifting her dress to reveal her glistening pussy. She's so uninhibited and sexy, it should be a crime for her to open her legs like that.

“Fuck!” I hiss, my desire growing stronger.

In one swift motion, I unzip my pants and step up behind her. My dick is already hard and throbbing with anticipation.

“Tell me what you want, my princess,” I say in a hoarse and desperate voice. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than inside of her right now. The longer we wait, the more intense our pleasure will be. But even now, I can feel my cock pulsing with need.

“I want your thick cock inside me,” she pants in response.

She lifts her ass in the air, urging me to take her. She's getting impatient.

“And after I put my thick cock inside you?”

I tease her by placing the head of my cock at her entrance but not entering just yet.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” she says eagerly.

“Tell me more, my princess,” I urge, loving our little game of verbal foreplay before we get down to business.

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