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Chapter Forty-One Part 4: The Last Night
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Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir Chapter Forty-One Part 6: The Last Night
Dawn came. Gray. Cold. Final.The wedding day.Atlas had to leave. Had to return to his apartment. Shower. Change. Prepare to walk her down the aisle. To give her away.She stood at the door. Naked still. His cum dried on her thighs. His mark still inside her. Real. Chosen. Hers."I'll see you at the church," he said. "I'll be there. Ready to walk you. To give you away. Even though you're not mine to give. Even though this is wrong. I'll be there. For you. With you. However you need.""I know. Thank you. For last night. For this morning. For everything. I'll carry it with me. Today. Tomorrow. Always. You're part of me now. In ways Dante can never touch. Can never take. You're mine. And I'm yours. Even when I'm his wife. Even when everything says otherwise. We know the truth. And that's enough. It has to be enough."He kissed her. One last time. Then left.Leaving her alone. In the penthouse. On her wedding day.She showered. Finally. Washing away the night. The evidence. The choice. B
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir Chapter Forty-One Part 5: The Last Night
She didn't sleep. Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to waste a single moment unconscious when she could be present. Feeling. Being.They made love again. Slower this time. Quieter. Her on top now. Taking control. Riding him gently. His hands on her hips. Guiding but not controlling. Supporting. Grounding.She came looking down at him. Watching his face. Seeing him see her. Really her. Novalee. Not the weapon. Not the bride. Just her.They talked between. Whispered things. Promises. Truths."Tomorrow I become Santoro," she said. Voice quiet in the darkness. "But even as his wife. Even with his name. Even trapped in that life. I'll keep you. I'll find ways. I'll make sure—make sure this doesn't end. That you're still mine. That I'm still yours. Somehow. Some way. I promise.""You don't have to promise that," Atlas said. "I don't expect—""I do. I have to. Because you're the only thing keeping me human. The only thing keeping Novalee alive under all of it. And I can't—I won't—lose that. Lose y
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir Chapter Forty-One Part 4: The Last Night
Their eyes locked. Brown meeting brown. Seeing each other. Really seeing. No hiding. No performance. Just truth. Just presence. Just this."Look at me," he whispered. "Stay with me. Stay here. Be Novalee. Be you. Feel this. Feel us. Feel what it's like when someone loves you while they're inside you.""I feel it," she gasped. "I feel you. I feel—" Her voice broke. Emotion overwhelming. "I feel me. I'm here. I'm present. I'm—I'm real."His rhythm steady. Not fast. Not desperate. Just constant. Reliable. Trustworthy. His body saying what his words couldn't. That she mattered. That this mattered. That she was more than function. More than use. More than property.She was human. And loved. And chosen.Her breath came faster. Shorter. Her body tightening around him. Drawing him deeper. Her nails digging into his shoulders. Not from pain. From intensity. From feeling too much. From being too present."Atlas," she breathed. "I'm—I'm going to—""I know. I feel you. Let go. Let yourself feel i
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir Chapter Forty-One Part 3: The Last Night
His mouth found her breasts. Gentle. Reverent. Taking each nipple carefully. Not biting. Not claiming. Just tasting. Honoring. His tongue circling slowly while his hand cupped the other. Tender. Patient.She sighed. Soft. Real. Her back arching slightly. Not from conditioning. From want. From pleasure given, not taken. Her hand moved to his hair. Fingers threading through. Gentle. Grounding herself on him.He kissed the curve beneath. The soft underside where ribs met flesh. His hands traced her sides. Feeling her breathe. Feeling her present. Alive.She gasped. Small sound. Surprised. Like her body was remembering it could feel good. Could respond to gentleness. Her stomach muscles fluttered under his lips.Down to her stomach. Kissing the flat plane. The slight dip of her navel. His lips warm against skin that had known only use. Now knowing worship.A small moan escaped her. Unguarded. Unplanned. Her hips shifted. Restless. Anticipating. Her face soft. Eyebrows drawn together. Not
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir Chapter Forty-One Part 2: The Last Night
"Turn around," he said softly. "Face the window. Hands on the glass."She did. Pressing her palms against the cold glass. Looking out at the city. At lights and buildings and life continuing. Unaware. Uncaring. Just existing while her world ended and began.Atlas moved behind her. Close. His hands finding her waist. Gentle. Grounding."I'm going to undress you," he said. "Slowly. Carefully. Taking my time. Making this last. Okay?""Yes. Please. I want to feel everything. Remember everything. This last time."He worked her pants down. Off. Then her shirt. Her bra. Everything. Until she stood naked against the window. Exposed. Vulnerable. Beautiful.The city sprawled before her. Millions of people. None of them knowing. None caring. Just living while she stood here. About to become something else. Someone else. Forever.Atlas knelt behind her. Kissed her lower back. Her ass. Reverent. Worshipful. This body. This woman. This person he'd'd never have. Never keep. Never call his."You're b
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir Chapter Forty-One Part 1: The Last Night
The night before the wedding.Dante was out. Bachelor party. Traditional. Expected. Drinking with his men. Celebrating his victory. His bride. His future.Isabella was gone too. Final preparations. Coordinating. Ensuring everything would be perfect. The ceremony. The reception. The purge.The girl was alone in the penthouse. Atlas assigned to watch her. Guard her. Keep her company.Last night. Last night before everything changed forever.She stood at the window. Looking out at the city. At freedom. At the world she'd soon be allowed to walk in. With a tracker. With guards. With conditions.But still. Outside. That was something.Atlas watched her from across the room. This woman. This bride-to-be. About to marry the man who'd destroyed her. Who'd made her this. Who'd own her legally. Permanently. Forever."You should sleep," he said quietly. "Tomorrow's going to be long. Exhausting. You need rest.""I can't sleep. I keep thinking. About tomorrow. About what I'm going to do. Who I'm g
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Day Thirteen.Dante returned in a foul mood. Something had gone wrong with his business.Novalee knew what that meant. Knew what was coming."On your knees," he said the moment he walked in. "Collar. Now."She obeyed. Faster than before. Hoping speed would appease him.It didn't.He used her brutal
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He adjusted his angle slightly. More direct pressure. The spot that would push her over.*Please. Please just let it happen. I need this to end. I need to stop tasting him and feeling you fight and hating myself.*But also—and this was the worst part—a tiny, horrible part of him was focused. Determ
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PART TWO: THE BREAKING (Continued)Novalee's blood turned to ice.Dante stepped into the room. Closed the door behind him. His white eyes moved from her to Atlas, then back."I wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow," he said conversationally. "But Mother finished her business early. So I came h
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