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She’s trembling now, desperate for more. “Yes. I’m yours.” Her eyes flash at me for a brief second. “And you’re mine.”

I drag her off the surface and spin her toward the mirror.

"Hands on the mirror," I order.

She grips the edges as I position myself behind her.

"Look at yourself. Look how fucking gorgeous you are spread open for me. No one will ever see you like this. No one will ever touch you."

Then I slide inside her in one hard thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation—hot, tight, perfect.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," I growl, setting a brutal rhythm that has her gasping.

“I need it, Vincent. Fuck me hard.”

She’s posed for me like a goddess. It’s intoxicating to see. "You’re taking me so well. Every inch. You were made for this cock, baby. You know it."

"Don’t stop," she begs. "Please don’t stop."

I don't. I can't. This woman, this fierce, complicated, magnificent woman carrying my child—she's under my skin, in my blood, more essential than breathing.

Afterward, we collapse together on the couch, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing patterns on her bare shoulder.

"Vincent," she says quietly.

"Yeah?"

"You really think you’re this deep in just for the baby?"

I think about that ultrasound photo. About Marco threatening what's mine. About how fucking right she feels in my arms.

"If you don’t know the answer to that…you haven’t been paying attention."

My phone buzzes with a message from Davide.

Marco. Financial transfers. Meetings with the Perezzis.

I’m about to bury my own brother.

It’s time to end this.

18

Melinda

The emergency room feels different today.

I notice it the second I walk in. Conversations pause. Eyes drop. No one meets my gaze.

Word has gotten out about who I’m tied to and now they all see me as a problem.

"Dr. Mastroni."

Elena’s voice slices through the ER noise.

She grips a clipboard to her chest, expression blank.

"I need to speak with you."

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