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All this time, I had a family; I had a life; I had hope, and she stood by and allowed me to be a prisoner for their cruel needs. They distorted my outlook on life and left me with nothing. Now I don’t even have her.

How can I?

I stumble forward, falling to my knees, unable to control the pain searing through my body like wildfire.

Her soft hands try to pull my hands from my head, and when I let them fall at my side, I stare back into her emerald eyes, the ones I love, the very same ones that betrayed.

As I grip her throat, not an ounce of fear crosses her face, then I shove her away, and she falls in a heap on the floor. The bastard husband’s blood coats her hands and nightdress, and fury rises through my body like a blazing inferno.

She scoots back, as if sensing my unraveling, and slides in the blood.

“Turn around.” My voice comes out calm and collected, but inside, I’m anything but. She must see the meaning behind my words because her mouth opens, then closes like a fish before she spins onto all fours, practically presenting herself to me. Her body trembles as I unbuckle my pants once again, and my steel cock aches to fill her and bathe her in the treacherous blood as I fill her with my child.

“Beg me to fuck my baby into you,” I growl when I line up my cock, her pussy still gleaming from earlier as she gasps at the realization of my intentions.

“Please,” she whispers.

I snap my hips forward, and she slips in his blood and falls onto her stomach, then I pin her down at the hips, holding her in place as I mount her like a wild animal.

Harder.

I work my hips.

Deeper.

I surge inside her.

Faster.

“Fuck, yes. So beautiful covered in your husband’s blood while your brother fills you with his baby,” I grunt between savage thrusts.

Her moans and the slapping of our skin ring out in my ears as I delight in knowing I have an audience. I lock eyes with theblonde, who stares back at me in disgust. “She loves her brother fucking her.” I grin manically in satisfaction. “I’m filling this cunt with my baby. She’s mine.”

Sienna groans beneath me, and pleasure shoots up my spine. She was made for me.

“Mine!” I roar as my cum shoots spectacularly inside her, coating her womb with my seed.

Slowly, I slide out of Sienna and tuck my cock away, then I casually zip up my pants, as if I didn’t just fuck her ruthlessly and cover her in his demise in the process.

She rolls over to face me, and I try to ignore the guilt that churns in my stomach at the hurt in her eyes, but it freezes me in place, and I’m unable to look away.

My phone buzzes, somehow becoming my anchor in this nightmare, as the tension hangs heavily in the room.

Time is running out. I need to decide what to do, and with that thought in mind, I ignore the turmoil swirling inside me and cast a glance at the tear-streaked woman strapped to the chair. Then down at a blood-soaked Jeremy. He still has a chance to live, they still have a chance, and so do we.

It takes every ounce of strength inside me to swallow back my need for retribution, so I push up off the floor and stomp toward the blonde with a renewed vigor. Then, using my knife, I cut the tape, freeing her hands from the chair, and nod toward the phone on the desk. “Call for help as soon as we leave.” Her eyes widen and her lip wobbles as relief floods her face.

“We’re leaving,” I snap in Sienna’s direction, barely giving her a second glance as she stumbles to her feet.

“What? We can’t,” she begins her protests, and my fists tighten as I side-eye her, unwilling to give her my full attention.

She says she didn’t have a choice, but she chose this one. She let me believe we didn’t have a future despite promising it to me, then chose her freedom as I remained captive.

She had a choice, and she chose this.

If she thinks she didn’t have a choice before, she’s about to discover she doesn’t have one now either.

Chapter Thirty-Three

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