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I feel him spread my ass cheeks playfully. “Sterling made your ass all red,” he says, his voice amused and possessed all at once. He pulls my hips up slightly and lets out a low growl.
“Look at my good girl,” he purrs, slowly sinking inside of me. It feels exquisite. “Your tight little pussy is so good at keeping our come in, isn’t it?”
I whimper as he presses me down into the mattress and uses his knees to spread my legs wider.
“Jesus Christ, Harlow. You’re so wet and full. And I’m going to flood you with more come. You ready?”
I nod. “Yes, please,” I beg him, moving my hips as my orgasm creeps down my spine.
With just one more grind, I moan as my climax fires through me. In this position, I can’t reject him, and the feeling is… it’s too much. I buck my hips, trying to lessen the intensity, the strength of it so overpowering, I can’t even scream. It skitters across my skin and gives me instant goosebumps. I gasp and pant and flail as I soak the bed underneath me.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” Alaric murmurs. He stops thrusting, and I can feel his cock begin to curve as he shoots his come inside of me.
Everything leaks out of me when he finishes. It slides down between my legs. Pulling out, he spreads my thighs and looks down at me.
“Should we let Theo have another turn?” he asks.
I smirk and look over at Theo. “Only if he can get it up.”
Theo growls, his cock already hard because of how he’d been pumping it from watching all of us.
“Is that a challenge, little monster?”
He hoists my hips up and over his shoulders. “Get ready to be stuffed again. And by the way, I’m keeping you up here for twenty minutes after I fire hose my come into you.”
I stifle a laugh. “Why?”
He cocks his head as he swirls his cock against my entrance. Groaning, he pushes inside me slowly, and my eyes roll into the back of my head from the angle.
“Because you’re going to keep our come inside of your pussy for as long as possible to ensure our seed takes root.”
EPILOGUE, FINAL PART
Harlow
Five Years Later
I squintat my computer screen, trying to decipher my target’s motive.
What the hell are they doing in London?
Flagging the questionable text, I send it to Theo. Sometimes these things just need a second set of eyes.
I grab my glasses and pull them on.Much better.Trashing every email that doesn’t immediately get responded to–and then filing the rest away into our secure filing system–I shut my computer just as Archie and Edith wander into my office.
“Mummy,” Edith chirps, holding a flower out in her hand. “Look what Archie found for me! A rose!”
I twist around in my chair and bend down to look at the dark red rosebud in Edith’s hand. “A rose? Where did you find a rose?”
Archie shrugs. He’s so tall now, and I swear he grows an inch every day. “Near the playground.” His voice cracks, and my heart lurches when I realize his voice is starting to break.
I look down at Edith and smile at my daughter. Her dark brown eyes bore into mine with such intensity that I can’t help but chuckle slightly. She’s so much like Alaric–always pristine, always slightly grouchy, and her eyes, curly dark hair, and skin tone are a dead ringer for him.
“You know, before you were born, there used to be a big rose garden out there. It’s probably from that.”
She scrunches up her nose. At four, she’s so inquisitive, so curious and interested in everything.
“But we haven’t watered it. How can it still be there?”
