Page 62 of Sweet Misery

It was nothing like the first time. The first time was angry and abusive.

This time was the sort that made me orbit the moon.

I clung to him, taking everything he gave me, my pulse pounding with each fierce thrust he landed deep inside my body.

His lips fused to mine, the kiss so deep and delicious I moaned into his mouth, making him move faster.

He pounded into me until I was gushing my release out, soaking everything.

“Will you always come back to me?” he asked breathlessly as he rutted deep into my body, desperation in his voice. Clearly, this was something he was dwelling on. I wanted to give him relief. To give us both relief. We deserved it.

“Always,” I vowed.

A groan slid past his lips as his cock twitched deep inside me, signaling he was coming too. Finally, he rested his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t sweeter,” he said breathlessly.

“I loved it,” I answered, raking my fingers through his black hair.

“Promise?”

I nodded. “I promise.”

He smiled, the gesture lighting up his blue eyes. He kissed me again and began to move once more, slowly pumping in and out of me.

“S-Sever?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I-I’m not on anything. You guys have come inside me?—”

He growled against my lips, silencing me.

“Good. I’d love to see your belly swollen for us.”

My heart skipped at his words. I’d never considered children before. I knew I didn’t want them to be a part of my father’s life, so hadn’t let them cross my mind.

But they were now. I’d been filled over and over since I’d gotten here. If I had an actual period and wasn’t pregnant, I’d be surprised. Since my periods tended to be irregular and I sometimes would skip a month or two, not having one was almost normal to me.

Maybe I should have brought it up sooner, but they had to know it was a possibility, considering how I came with literally the clothes on my back and nothing else.

They probably didn’t care. To my knowledge, no one ever survived them long enough for a baby to be born. The thought made my stomach sick.

“Sever?”

“Yeah?” He slowed his movements.

“Have any of the other girls ever been pregnant?”

“No.” His blue eyes skirted over my face quickly. “Father always had them given shots. Birth control.”

“I-I don’t think I had a shot.” I winced as I stared up at him. “I’m scared?—“

“Shh, baby,” he murmured, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. “My father may have had it done after he knocked you out. It wouldn’t be surprising. The last thing he’d want is us knocking up a toy.”

I swallowed thickly and nodded.

“I’ll find out, OK?” he murmured.

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