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I’m still the wrong man to be a father. Still the worst person to be the father ofherchildren. To be her husband.
Fuck if I care.
“Anything could happen.” I use her. I spank her. I make her sweet body mine. I’m high on this, on letting myself have her. Really have her. “You’ll cry and hate me. You’ll carry our child anyway.Fuck, the thought alone. I’m about to fill you up. Shoot my cum up into you.”
“No,” she whispers, dread in her voice. Fake fear. “We can’t. Not us.”
“You say no, but look at you. Milking my cock.”
Digging one hand into her hip, I impale Aurora on my cock until she gasps. With the other, I work her plug in rhythm with my thrusts.
“That tight pussy. Begging for my seed.” I push the plug in as far as it will go. Tilting her body to rut into her at a new, painfulangle. “Gonna put it where it belongs, princess. Got so much cum for you.”
Aurora’s second orgasm can probably be heard throughout the house. She cries out, moaning my name. The pulsing of her cunt sends me over the edge. I let out a groan as I spurt hot cum into her, draining myself until there’s nothing left.
“This.” I pull her up by her waist, lifting her off me and letting her rest on my chest. This way, I’m able to push my cum back into her with my fingers. “You, you belong to me. No other man. Not your parents. Fucking no one, Aurora.”
Her small hand grasps my wrist. Sad eyes lock on mine. “No babies, Everett. I won’t survive it if you take them away from me.”
She knows me too well already, has figured out that I once thought about doing this to her. That I was hellbent on wounding her in the most triggering and painful way, designed specifically to hurt Aurora.
“That’ll never happen,” I say and mean it. A tear leaks out of her eye, sliding down her flushed cheek, and I swipe it away. “Don’t even think about it anymore. I won’t rip our babies from you. We’ll raise them together.”
“You promise?”
“I…”
Guilt, stronger than ever before, crushes over me as I stare into her blue, watery eyes, as I comb my hand through her hair.
Everything hurts.
Everything.
I don’t deserve any of this. Not her. Not my family’s love.
I don’t deserve to live. To move on.
I have to get out of here.
“Everett?” Aurora’s cautious as she traces her fingertips along my jawline.
“Yes, I promise. Listen, I have some work to go over.” Slowly, carefully, I deposit her on the chair. Smooth her nightgown over and fix my clothes. I look down at her open, wanting expression, and I kiss her forehead. “I’ll be in my office. Go to bed.”
“Stay.” She pulls on my sleeve. Ignoring her, I bend over to get my phone. “We need to talk.”
“We’ll talk when I say so.” Self-loathing tastes sour on my tongue. I head out of the room, anyway. “Go to bed. Defy me, and I’ll tie you up.”
“You’re a bastard.” Her sad whisper chases me into the hallway.
“I can’t be anything else,” I murmur to myself. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
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EVERETT
The clock indicates it’s around midnight when I step back into our room.
Our?
