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She stumbles forward a step, and I drop to my knees on the bloody concrete in front of her, wrapping my arms fully around her body. Sitting back onto my heels, I run my hands up her torso, lifting her shirt so that I can press my forehead to her bare stomach.

My baby is in there.

Siena’s hands tangle in my hair, pulling me up on my knees so that we are practically on eye level. She feels smaller than usual right now, fragile.

“Matti,” she whispers, her voice cracking. “Thank you.”

I’m floored. “I don’t know what you’re thanking me for, kitten. I should be thanking you.”

Gently, I pull her face down to mine, my thumbs smearing Franco’s blood across her skin. I kiss her lips softly and slowly, over and over again, cupping her cheeks in my hands.

She kisses me back, tentatively at first, then harder, more desperate. Tugging my hair, deepening her kiss, and moaning into my mouth. “Matti…”

Without thinking, I stand, dropping my hands to her ass and lifting her. She wraps her legs around me as I carry her toward the door, pressing her back into the wall and moving one hand to palm the back of her head so that I can drink her in.

She’s kissing me voraciously, devouring me, digging her fingernails into my shoulders and pressing her chest into mine.

“Matti…” She’s as breathless as I am.

“Yes, kitten?” I drop kisses down her neck, sucking little marks into her skin, trying hard to restrain myself,mindful of the life growing inside of her.

“I want to be your whore.”

I lift my head from her neck, my cock hardening against her heat. Her brown eyes are almost black with desire, blazing with intensity.

Fuck.

“Are you sure, kitten?”

She silences me with a kiss, grabbing my hand as I go to open the door. “Matti, make me your whore. Right here. Right now.”

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Unwrapping her legs from my waist, she slides down to her knees in front of me, and I plant my hand on the wall above her head. She pulls the waistband of my sweatpants down, my hard cock springing free.

Before I can process what’s happening, her mouth is on me and she’s swallowing my cock, as much as she can fit in her mouth, one hand gripping the base of the shaft, the other cupping my balls. I watch her wet pink lips wrap around my cock and groan. After two weeks without her, I’m ready to come almost instantly.

“Fuck, Siena.”

She lifts her gaze to meet mine, her brown eyes wet with unshed tears as she gags on my cock, sucking me deep into the back of her throat. Releasing me, she drags her warm, wet tongue up and down the base of my shaft, then wraps her lips around the head, teasing it with her tongue.

I can still feel the edges of whatever it is the doc gave me, and my knees almost buckle. Releasing her hair from its bun, I wind it around my hand, pushing my cock deep into herthroat and holding it there as she gags, tears spilling down her cheeks, her pretty pink lips stretched wide. I don’t let her breathe. “You want to be my whore? Then take it. Take all of it. I want to see you drooling and gagging all over my cock.”

I finally start to release her, let her get a breath, but she lets go of my cock and balls and grabs my ass with both hands. Holding me in place, she stares up at me like a challenge, then slides her mouth up and down, sucking my cock in a slow, hard, torturous rhythm as I hit the back of her throat with each stroke.

I bite into my bottom lip, letting her be in control. “God, you are so fucking beautiful gagging on my cock. Such a good wife, Siena. Such a good little whore for me.”

When she moans, I almost come, and I push her off me, practically feral. She falls back against the wall, balancing on her heels and panting hard. Her lips are parted as she catches her breath staring up at me.

“My turn,” I growl, lifting her up and carrying her to the metal table running the length of the wall beside us.

Kicking the box of tools out of the way, I lay her down and pull off her shoes, then yank her leggings off of her, leaving her thong.

“Take off your shirt,” I growl, and she does as she’s told, pulling her bra off with it. Her long hair falls down over her bare breasts, and she arches her back away from the cold metal.

Yanking off my holster, I grab my collar at the back of my neck, pulling my t-shirt off over my head.

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