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“My beautiful girl is needy, begging for my cum, all open and exposed, aren’t you, baby?”

I nod frantically. “Ye-yes, please.”

With one last stroke, he relents and surges inside me, and the force and bite of pain has my mouth falling open and my body jolting. In this position, I swear I feel him in my stomach, but before I can think further on it, he withdraws and plunges inside again. “I’m going to mark those tits with my mouth, Sienna. I’m going to own your body inside and out, baby.”

His words are dark and filled with possession. They’re a threat laced in a promise, and I will it to happen, beg for it even. “Please.” I want nothing more than to wear his mark. After spending years hiding our affection, I want more than anything to wear it freely, to be who we want to be. “Fuck me harder. Make me yours,” I beg. His body vibrates above me, and every muscle becomes taut as sheer aggression takes over every feature. Then he rears back and powers inside me so strong, Ilose the hold on my legs and the ability to think any coherent thoughts as I become his.

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I fuck her. I fuck her hard and ruthlessly. My hips work fast, as if determined to prove something, and I am. I’m proving she’s mine.

Her pussy grips me so damn tight I know I can’t hold on much longer. My balls draw up and my cock threatens to spill with each surge. Her fingernails claw my skin as if attempting to anchor herself to me, but the bite of pain against my scars only solidifies the intensity of my pleasure.

It’s clear my trauma has desensitized me with pain, so when she lunges forward and bites the side of my pec over the iron mark, my eyes glaze over with a haze of euphoria.

Her pussy wraps around me like a velvet vise, determined to keep me inside on each stroke, and when she throws her head back on a loud scream that bounces off the walls of the bedroom, my vision darkens, my cock pulsates, and my cum shoots deep inside her as her pussy milks me dry.

“I love you, Sienna,” I whisper against her ear, and bury my face in the crook of her neck, then my heavy breaths become subtle pants. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you.”

She takes my chin in her fingers and pulls me to face her. Our eyes lock with one another’s. “I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ve never wavered, not once.” Her teary eyes implore mine, and I slam my lips against hers.

“Fuck,” I breathe out with a grunt as I somehow continue to grind my hips against her compliant body, willing my cum to give us the gift of a life.

A life together where freedom knows no bounds.

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Six months later …

“Fuck. My ‘sister’ looks good filled with my baby.”

Her breath hitches as I band my arm around her waist.

“Shh, they might hear you!” she hisses.

I glance over my shoulder. “They’re not even here yet.”

She spins around to face me. The healthy glow in her cheeks has become a permanent fixture on her pretty face, and the thought makes my heart soar. “How do you know? You’ve spent the entire afternoon in here watching me cook.” She throws a kitchen towel over her shoulder and props a hand on her hip, emphasizing those delectable tits and her swollen stomach. At five months pregnant, she’s much bigger than predicted. The doctors have done repeat scans multiple times to be sure the dates were right, and until last week, we thought we only had one baby. Turns out, baby number two was hiding.

Twins.

I swear to Christ, I wanted a baby so much that I somehow managed to will two into play.

“I offered to help.” I shrug, and she swats at me playfully, and a loud chuckle rumbles from my chest.

“You’ve been ogling me all day.”

My lip twitches. “And filling you with my cum.”

Her cheeks glow and she nods. “And that.”

Car doors slamming have my body tightening—my family has arrived, my blood family.

“They’re here.” She releases a panicked breath, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. Sienna insisted on shutting the little café we run in a small village in Italy to accommodate my family visiting for the first time.

Oscar came through good with his promises. Our deaths will never be discovered, allowing us to be reborn into what we always should have been.

Using Eli’s money, I purchased us a small holding, complete with a little café on the Italian coast, a place full of local people and far enough away from tourists for me not to be worried about being seen. Oscar maintains our protection just in case suspicion is ever raised, and it allows Sienna to continue her passion in the kitchen. On days I don’t follow her around like a lost puppy, I hold boxing classes for troublesome kids at a local youth center, knowing the importance of having someone to look up to in your life, even if that is the local boxing coach.

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