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I look down at the crushed butt. “DNA?”

He shrugs. “I can cum all over the walls. No one is going to arrest me.”

“Should I put her in a madhouse?” I ask out loud.

Anthony chuckles in a low humorless sound. “No, keep her close. As long as she doesn’t pose a threat to you or your son you should be fine.”

I nod, thinking about Ilyana and her mental state. “Do you think I drove her mad?”

Anthony exhales smoke through his nose like a dragon. “Nah old man Jacobs and his fanatical Christian wife did. They lit the match. You watched her burn.”

I watched her burn. Maybe she was right, Jermaine’s death is not her fault. Maybe…. just maybe it’s mine.

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PENNY

One month Later

“Fuck. I’m coming,” I scream, my nails gripping onto the mahogany table. My face is pressed into a white paper with colored lines.

“Say it.” Tarek pulls my locs, and my head bends back; his eyes are hard. His rhythm becomes harder, my belly is hurting, pressing into the edge of his desk.

“No,” I reply. I say no because I love when he goes ham on my ass. Tarek grunts, and pain shoots on the butt cheek.

“Fucking say it!” Tarek tightens his grip in my locs, his thighs slapping hard against my ass.

“I want your baby,” I whisper.

“Say it fucking louder.” He spanks me on my ass again.

“I want your fucking baby.”

“Whose baby do you want, Penny?”

“Tarek,” I scream. “Tarek, I want your fucking baby.”

“I am going to stretch your belly out the way my dick is stretching out your pussy.”

“Oh shit. Please give me your baby. I’m coming, shit!” My legs shake as my pussy begins to squeeze around his dick.

His fingers dig into my sides, his thighs slap against my ass harder. “Fuck!” Tarek roars as he collapses on top of me. We both shudder.

“Get off of me. You’re heavy,” I mutter.

Reluctantly he presses his arm around me. Dipping, he kisses my cheek.

“Go back to your date now,” he says, while fixing his clothes. I know the kitchen staff at the Glasshouse must be sick of us. The things they may have heard me say.

“Breed me.” or “Give me a Fairisles baby.”

My face burns with embarrassment.

I have so many walks of shame out of his office. The staff no longer looks shocked or amused. They have reached the stage of unbothered.

Over the past month, Tarek has been everywhere I turn. The grocery store, the art gallery, my new gym. Everywhere I go. Tarek is there waiting with a long dick for me to ride. I should be upset and pissed. However, there is a part of me that’s enjoying the chase.

As I search for my underwear, I remember there is a handsome man downstairs waiting on me.

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