Page 36 of Damaged Princess

"It never even crossed my mind. Which is another first," he says, biting his lip.

The truck cuts off, and Vik climbs out.

"Are we going to have a little bundle of joy coming our way in nine months?"

The fucker has the audacity to smile like he's actually excited by that idea.

"No," I scoff.

Wolfe shrugs. "I never much cared for the thought of kids, but I don't hate the thought of you carrying my baby." He adds another thick finger to my pussy. "Quite the opposite. The idea of breeding your tight little cunt full of my baby turns me the fuck on. Look at my cock. It makes me harder than I've ever been."

His thumb brushes over my clit.

I shiver and a horrifying little moan escapes my lips. The door next to Wolfe opens a few inches. Vik blocks anyone outside from being able to see in.

"There are security cameras all over this parking lot," Vik says. "We need to get you into the nest."

"Sorry, dollface," Wolfe says, pulling his fingers free of my pussy. "He's right."

My jaw falls as he pulls his fingers to his mouth, licking off our combined cum. He never put his cock away and it jumps as he flicks his tongue over his fingers.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," I say, blushing like crazy. My brain to mouth filter is obviously broken.

"Come on, princess," Vik says, stretching an arm out for me. "I'll carry you in."

My eyes fly to Wolfe's. I have no idea why I think he'll help me. He shoves his cock away and pulls me into him, giving me a tender but quick kiss before…

Passing me right over into Viktor's arms.

"Traitor," I grumble. Vik wraps me around his front, and I grin in some imagined victory. "You're going to have Wolfe's cum all over your shirt."

Vik snorts. "I'll live with it. I really did miss you, princess." He aims for the door into the lodge as Wolfe jogs to catch up. His hands grip my ass, and I fight the safe feeling that floods my system just from breathing in his leathery scent.

Don't fall for it. It's a fallacy. One that can be ripped away at any moment,I remind myself.

"You know what would have been nice?" I snap. "If you never made me love you, only to disappear when I needed you most."

Wolfe misses a step, cursing under his breath as he stumbles forward.

My face instantly goes red. No, hell no.

Please tell me I didnotjust say those words out loud.

Despite the fact Vik is still very much carrying me, I cross my arms in front of my chest. I know from experience I can't melt into an actual puddle of embarrassment, so I bury my face in the asshole's shoulder and wish for death.

"This is an exercise in trust," Vik murmurs, licking the column of my neck. "Do you trust me to keep you safe, Anastasia?"

Wolfe quirks an eyebrow. I highly doubt I need to be protected from him, but I am starting to trust Viktor.

Holy shit.

My chest heaves as I nod my agreement.

"Words please," Vik says, sliding his hand down the front of my dress. He pops my right tit out and Wolfe groans obscenely.

"Yes, Daddy," I agree.

"Oh, fuck me," Wolfe says, stretching back and running his hand over his jeans. His dick jumps in response. It makes me shiver. "That's hot as fuck coming from your lips, dollface."

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