Chapter 5: Fucked.

Ciara’s POV

The room went deathly quiet. My heart hammered so hard I thought it would crack my ribs.

Dax pulled me against his chest in one smooth, possessive motion. His arms locked around me hard, unyielding, and protective and for the first time in my life I felt… safe.

Truly safe. His scent wrapped around me, it was like dark pine, smoke, and raw power and my body melted into him without permission.

I wanted to bury my face in his shirt, cling to him, and never leave this cage of heat and strength. But he was still my father-in-law. The infamous Dax Blackthorne. The monster who ruled with blood and fangs.

I stayed still barely breathing, afraid this fragile peace might break.

Stupid Jasper couldn’t keep his dog mouth shut for long.

“Father…” His voice cracked, anger bleeding through the fear. “That can’t be your child. She’s lying. She has to be.”

Dax’s arms tightened around me, enough to make me gasp softly. I felt the low rumble in his chest before he spoke.

“Were you the one who fucked her, Jasper Blackthorne?” The question came calm, deadly calm. An insane aura surged from him suffocating the room.

Jasper flinched hard. “No… no, Father. But give me a few hours. I’ll find the truth, I’ll...”

“Enough.”

One word and it was quiet and final.

The room flinched as if slapped.

Dax didn’t raise his voice. Power rolled off him in waves, and even the doctors backed up a step. Jasper’s mother went white, lips trembling but silent.

Dax looked down at me, eyes softening for one heartbeat and then he turned cold again as he addressed the room.

“She carries my pup. My blood. My child.” His voice dropped lower, and lethal “Anyone who speaks against it again dies tonight. Anyone who touches her dies slower. Anyone who even thinks of harming what’s mine… will beg for death before I’m done.”

Jasper’s face twisted with shock, rage, and humiliation. He opened his mouth, closed it. Opened again. Nothing came out.

My mother stared at me like I’d grown horns. My father’s jaw was so tight I swore I heard bone crack. The rest of the room looked like they’d witnessed Satan stroll in wearing Armani and claim his favorite toy.

Deep down, way deep where the good girl didn’t dare look, I was enjoying the fuck out of it. Let them choke on their shock. Let them see how the “timid princess” made the biggest monster in the world growl possessive over her womb.

Dax’s arms stayed locked around me safely. My traitorous pussy clenched just from the heat of him, nipples scraping the thin gown like they were begging for his mouth.

God, what kind of slutty body did I have? This man was my father-in-law, the devil who probably ate hearts for breakfast, and here I was getting wet like a bitch in heat because he held me. Pathetic! Horny! Ruined!

Jasper finally scraped words together, voice shaking, “Father… she’s my wife. The marriage stands. The alliance...”

“The alliance,” Dax said softly, “ends when I say it ends.”

I flinched against his chest. He looked down at me, eyes softening for one heartbeat, only one then sighed, low and rough. “You must be worn out, huh, little moon?”

Little moon.

The pet name hit me hard and caressed me at the same time. Cute. Weird. Possessive. My stupid heart stuttered while my mind screamed... What the fuck is wrong with you, Ciara? He’s calling you pet names while your husband stands there seething and your family wants to disown you. You’re dripping for a man who probably knots women in his sleep and buries the bodies before breakfast.

I blinked rapidly, throat tight, and managed a tiny nod.

Dax’s thumb brushed my cheek gently and almost tender, wiping away a tear I didn’t realize was there. Then he raised his voice just enough for the room to hear.

“Everyone is tired. This ends for today.” He looked at my mother, tone leaving no room for argument. “Take your daughter back to rest. The Blackthorne family will return tomorrow to settle this properly.”

My mother stepped forward hesitantly, hand outstretched. I felt Dax’s arms loosen, and panic spiked hard in my chest.

No. Don’t let go. Don’t leave me with them. They’ll slap me again. They’ll drag me to some back-alley clinic and carve your child out while I scream.

He must have felt the tremor because he caught my hand before I could be pulled away. His fingers wrapped around mine, he was big, and warm

“Don’t be scared, little moon,” he murmured, so low only I could hear. “I will come tomorrow. I will settle everything. I won’t ruin your life… or your wedding.”

I wanted to scream at him... Don’t go. Don’t leave me here. Stay. Protect me. Claim me. Fuck me right here on this hospital bed so they all know who I belong to now. But the timid girl they raised swallowed every wild word, and I just nodded, small and obedient but breaking inside.

My mother took my other arm. I let her lead me toward the door, legs shaky, and heart screaming.

As we reached the threshold, Dax’s voice sliced through the silence directed at my father.

“Dagon.”

My father froze mid-step.

Dax’s tone dropped darker. “Nothing happens to Ciara. Nothing happens to my pup. Or I will burn your entire bloodline to ash and piss on the graves. Capisci?(Do you understand?)”

My father’s shoulders stiffened and he nodded, probably lost his voice.

Ha!

Who'll have thought the man who only sees me as currency was this scared.

I looked back, I couldn’t help it.

Dax stood in the center of the room like a dark god, eyes locked on me. Jasper was beside him, seething, fists clenched, and face red with humiliated rage but he didn’t dare speak, not in front of the real mafia alpha.

I sighed, quietly broke and let my mother pull me through the door.

The hallway swallowed us. My family closed ranks around me and whispers started immediately, Italian curses, hissed accusations, promises of “discipline later.”

I kept my head down, tears silent now.

But inside?

My mind was a screaming, filthy riot.

You limp-dick motherfucker, Jasper. Standing there shaking like a scared puppy while your daddy claimed what’s in my womb. Bet your tiny cock never made anyone clench like that. Bet you couldn’t knot a bitch if your life depended on it. Damn you for wanting to harm me, two faced limp-dick.

And you, Dax Blackthorne… calling me little moon like I’m yours to pet and ruin. Fuck you for making me want it. Fuck you for making me feel safe. Fuck you for breeding me when you were supposed to be sterile.

I’m carrying a monster’s child.

And God help me… part of me wants to keep it.

Part of me wants him to come back tomorrow and finish what he started that night.

I’m so fucked.

So beautifully, darkly, and irrevocably fucked.

(Hello, and thank you for reading this far. I hope you’ll be patient and follow Ciara’s journey with me. This story is not incest, and I’m truly glad to have you here. Expect twists, fun, and a beautiful, erotic journey as we discover it together. Please leave your reviews and share your thoughts, plssss... this newbie author is always open to feedback. Thank you.)