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But he didn’t listen, swirling his thumb around my clit so I couldn’t resist any longer, and I came with a breathy low moan, Luke’s mouth on mine.

I felt filled with shame and rage but I came anyway, shuddering in long, lengthy convulsions.

Luke pulled back so he could look me in the eyes as he came, and now he almost didn’t look human with how his brilliant blue eyes didn’t blink as they stared into me, almost burning me as he orgasmed while staring into my fuckinginsides, the laugh lines only crinkling a bit as his cock twitched inside me and he filledme with jets of hot cum, his unblinking eyes devouring me and his lips mouthing

I love you I love you I love you I love you

Until the panic overcame me and I fainted.

CHAPTER 14

Luna

The next morning I woke up in my own bed without Luke.

I remembered dimly getting put to bed by him and wanting to be unconscious again to hear the soothing croon in his voice, which now that he had trapped and fucked me was about as convincing as a Tyrannosaurus Rex going to therapy. But at least he had left me alone.

I felt nauseated when I woke up and I rushed into the bathroom to throw up in the toilet. I felt dizzy when I finally stopped to rest my head against the cool porcelain. Obviously I had food poisoning or something. Or some kind of dick poisoning from getting fucked by a psychopath.

I was going to have to go to the ER.

My mouth had barely formed the word ‘Luke,’ although I didn’t know if I was a request or a curse, when he burst into the bathroom, the lock breaking open with a splintering crack.

“What’s the matter?”

“Luke, how about some fucking personal boundaries!” I said through gritted teeth.

“Between you and me?” he asked, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I don’t want any.”

“I didn’t—I’m not sayingyouwant any!” I raged. “Iwant some! I need to get checked out. I’ve felt nauseated for weeks now.”

“OK, Luna,” he said. “For now try one of these ginger gummies for your nausea.”

It did surprisingly make me feel better, but I didn’t have time to think about why he had ginger gummies until we got to the hospital.

They must have all thought Luke had found a random hobo and brought her in, because I got very confused looks and when I saw myself in the mirror, I looked like absolute dogshit, my hair all piled on my head and greasy, my face practically green, my swollen body wearing an old T-shirt and sweatpants.

I took my hair down to redo the bun and then ran a hand through my tangled locks in confusion. Was that a fucking whole chunk of my hair missing?

I shook my head and consigned that to the list of confusing things about my life when a nurse came in and took my temperature and blood pressure.

“Take this and give us a sample over there,” the nurse said, handing me a little clear cup.

“Oh, I don’t need this,” I said. “I have an IUD, so I know I’m not pregnant.”

“It’s standard procedure,” she said, and it was just easier so I went and gave a urine sample, then sat on the table again.

“Give me my passport,” I said experimentally to the man sitting across from me in a folding chair, his arms on his legs, his whole body hovering at the edge, looking like he was poised to leap for me.

“Angel, no,” he said earnestly. “You need me here to take care of you.”

“Byfuckingme?” I shot at him.

“Of course,” he said, with no trace of irony. “You need my cum to keep you healthy.”

Then the nurse came back in.

“You’re pregnant,” she said. “I’ll give you some medication and a prescription for nausea. It’s normal to have some morning sickness at this point in the pregnancy.”

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