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Chapter Thirty-Nine Part 6: The Countdown

作者: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update 公開日: 2026-03-31 08:17:00

"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
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  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Thirty-Nine Part 6: The Countdown

    "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

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Thirty-Nine Part 5: The Countdown

    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

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Thirty-Nine Part 4: The Countdown

    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

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Thirty-Nine Part 3: The Countdown

    Atlas moved closer. "Are you okay?""No. But I need to focus. Need to study this. Memorize faces. Positions. Timing. I need to be ready. Like he said. Like he requires."She sat at the table. Opened the first file. Marco Dellucci. Family man. Three children. Dies first.Stared at his photo. Trying to memorize. To plan. To function.But Dante's hand on her stomach. His vision. His claim on her womb. Her future. Her everything.It was too much. Too overwhelming. She couldn't focus. Couldn't think. Couldn't be what he needed when all she could feel was his hand. His voice. His possession spreading to places she'd thought were still hers."I can't," she said. Voice shaking. "I can't focus. Can't study. Can't think past him. His hand. His claim on even this. Even children I don't have. Can't have. Might never be able to have. I can't do this right now."Atlas knelt beside her chair. "What do you need?"She looked at him. This man. This anchor. This source of choice when everything else was

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Thirty-Nine Part 2: The Countdown

    Dante looked at the girl. "I know you don't feel much right now. Don't want much. But someday. Maybe. You might want this too. Want a child. A family. Something real. Something that's yours. Ours."He stood. Moved to her. Knelt in front of her chair.His hand moved to her stomach. Flat. Empty. But in his mind, already full. Already growing. Already theirs."Can you imagine it?" he said softly. "A child. Growing here. Part of you. Part of me. A piece of us. Something we made together. Something real. Something that proves this isn't just ownership. Just captivity. But something more. Something like love."His hand spread across her stomach. Possessive. Tender. Twisted."A daughter with your eyes. Or a son with my strength. Someone we could teach. Raise. Love. Someone who makes this all worth it. Makes us a real family. Not just master and property. But husband and wife. Mother and father. A family."The girl sat frozen. His hand on her stomach. Warm. Heavy. Claiming even the possibilit

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Thirty-Nine Part 1: The Countdown

    One week until the wedding.Dante had the targets confirmed. Twelve names. Twelve men who'd betrayed him. Twelve deaths planned for his wedding day.He spread the files across the dining table. Photos. Intelligence. Locations where they'd be sitting. When they'd be vulnerable."These are the ones," he said. "The confirmed traitors. I need you to study them. Know their faces. Their positions. Their weaknesses."The girl sat across from him. Atlas standing nearby. Isabella present. A war council disguised as wedding planning.She picked up the first file. Russo's lieutenant. Marco Dellucci. Mid-forties. Family man. Three children."He's been feeding information to the Volkovs for six months," Dante said. "Shipping schedules. Territory maps. Our weaknesses. He dies first. During the cocktail hour. Before dinner. Sets the tone."She nodded. Studied the photo. Memorized his face. "Method?""Your choice. Knife. Gun. Poison. Whatever works. Whatever sends the message.""And witnesses?""Let

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Eight Part 5: The Lingerie

    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

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-18

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Seven Part 1: The Kidnapping

    Two weeks had passed since the assault. Fourteen days of pretending to be human. Fourteen nights of lying awake next to James, counting his breaths, wondering how much longer she could keep this up.The flowers had stopped coming after the first week, but the messages never did. Different numbers,

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-17

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Seven Part 2: The Kidnapping

    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

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-17

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Eight Part 3: The Lingerie

    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

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-18
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