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Chapter Forty Part 2: The Eve
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Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir Chapter Forty Part 3: The Eve
It was brilliant. Twisted. Perfect."You're learning," he said. Approval in his voice. Pride. Satisfaction. "Learning how to—to get what you want from me. How to—to make me happy. How to—to play this game. I like it. I like—like seeing you try. Seeing you—you choose to kiss me. Even if—if it's just manipulation. Just—just strategy. I still like it.""Good. Then we both get what we want. I get—get outside. You get—get a wife who knows how to—to please you. How to—to make you give her things. It's—it's mutually beneficial. Transactional. Honest."He laughed. Actually laughed. "Yes. Exactly that. Transactional. Honest. No illusions between us. Just—just two people using each other. Getting—getting what we can from this. I like that. I like—like us like this.""Me too," she lied. But convincingly. Because she was learning. Learning to play. To manipulate. To—to survive by giving him what he wanted while taking what she needed."Yes. Understood. Thank you. Thank you for this. For giving me
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir Chapter Forty Part 2: The Eve
"Yes. I—I know I have no power. No leverage. No—no right to ask for anything. But—but I'm asking anyway. As—as a wedding gift maybe. Or—or just because I'm—I'm being honest today. Like you wanted."He leaned back. Amused. Insulted. Intrigued. "You think—you think you can make demands? Conditions? You—you're mine already. What makes you think—think you have any bargaining power?""I don't. But—but I'm asking anyway.""Fine. Amuse me. What—what do you want? What condition could—could possibly make this marriage more—more acceptable to you?"She met his eyes. "Freedom. Outside. I want—I want to be allowed outside. Not—not just with you. Not just for—for dress fittings or errands. But—but on my own. Or—or with Atlas. Or guards if you need. But—but I want to go outside. Walk. Breathe. Be—be in the world. Even if—even if I'm still owned. Still yours. Still—still trapped. I want—I want the illusion of freedom. The—the pretense of choice. The ability to—to walk down a street and feel—feel sun
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir Chapter Forty Part 1: The Eve
Two days before the wedding.Dante wanted vows. Personal vows. Words she'd—she'd say to him. In front of everyone. Binding. Permanent. Real."I'll write them," he said. "For both of us. You'll—you'll memorize yours. Say them. Mean them.""I can't mean them if you write them.""Then you write yours. Write—write what you'd say. If you could. If you—if you wanted to marry me."She stared at him. "You want me to—to pretend I'm choosing this? Pretend I—I love you? Want this? In my own words?""Yes. I want—I want to hear you say it. Even if—even if it's just performance. Just—just function. I want the words. Your words. Promising—promising to be mine. Forever."She sat at the desk. Blank paper. Pen. The impossible task of—of writing vows for a wedding she—she didn't want. To a man who—who owned her.What could she say? What words—what words could she write that weren't—weren't complete lies?She thought. Long. Hard. And then—then wrote.---*I stand before you, knowing what I am. What you'v
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"Perfect," he said. "Now sleep like this. With my seed in your pussy. Where it matters. Where it can take root. Create our child. Our future."He fell asleep beside her. Satisfied. Hopeful. Certain he'd done everything right. Everything necessary. Everything to make her his completely. Forever. Through their child.She stayed awake. Legs up. His seed inside her. Hoping desperately her body would reject it. Would fail. Would protect her from this final claiming.But not knowing. Not certain. Not safe.Just trapped. Waiting. Hoping. That biology would be her ally when everything else had failed her.Three days before the wedding.The dress arrived. Madame Laurent delivered it personally. As promised.Dante wasn't home. Business. Meetings. Consolidation.Just Madame Laurent. The girl. Atlas in the background."I wanted to see you," Madame Laurent said. Checking. Watching. Concerned. "To make sure you were well.""I'm fine," the girl said. Automatic. Empty."Are you? Truly?""I'm function
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Dante stepped in. Saw them. Atlas holding her. Close. Intimate. Together.His face hardened. Jealousy. Sharp. Immediate. Possessive."What's this?" he asked. Voice tight.They pulled apart. The girl composed herself. Empty. Functional."We were reviewing the files," she said. "Going through the targets. The plan. I got emotional. Overwhelmed. Atlas was helping. Grounding. Like you told him to."Dante's eyes moved to the table. Files spread out. Twelve faces. Evidence of work. Of function."And? Are you ready? Did you memorize them?""Yes. All twelve. Names. Faces. Positions. Weaknesses. Methods. Timing. I'm ready. Prepared. Functional."He moved closer. Looked at Atlas. "You. Go home. I'll take it from here. My wife needs me now. Not you."Atlas hesitated. Looked at the girl. She gave a small nod. Permission. Acceptance."Understood," Atlas said. Left. The door closing behind him.Leaving her alone with Dante. With his jealousy. His possession. His need.Dante pulled her close. Kissed
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The irony. The contradiction. But necessary. Survival. Protection. Care.Atlas worked her pants down again. Fully this time. Exposing her completely.His hands on her ass. Spreading. Gentle. Reverent.Then his tongue. Licking. Circling. Wetting. Preparing.She gasped. This was intimate. More than the grounding. This was care. Protection. Making sure Dante couldn't hurt her.His finger joined his tongue. One. Slowly. Working in. Stretching gently. While his tongue continued. Licking. Soothing. Making it good instead of clinical. Making it hers."More," she said. "I need more. He'll take me hard. I need to be ready. Really ready."Two fingers. Working her open. His tongue still there. Still licking. Still worshipping while preparing.She moaned. The stretch. The pleasure. The care.Three fingers. Deeper. Wider. His other hand moving to her pussy. Working her clit. Creating pleasure while stretching. While preparing."Yes," she breathed. "Like that. Make it so I can take him. So it won't
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His hand moved between her thighs, washing away the blood and semen with clinical efficiency. Then his fingers pushed inside her—not rough like Dante's, but careful, thorough. Cleaning her internally, removing all traces of what had been done to her.It hurt. God, it hurt. But Atlas was as gentle a
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The men behind her moved, and Novalee flinched. "Okay," she said quickly. "Okay, I'll sit."She walked to the table on legs that felt like they might give out at any moment. The chair Dante pulled out for her was ornate, completely out of place in this grimy warehouse. She sat, and he pushed it in
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He gripped the silk teddy and tore it open down the middle, the fabric ripping like skin. Novalee gasped, tried to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head again."Don't hide from me." His free hand explored her exposed skin, rough and possessive. "This body belongs to
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