๋ก๊ทธ์ธOne and a half Year LaterIvyโs POVThe mansion is quietโฆ too quiet.And that usually means two things: either somethingโs broken, or my husband and our son are up to no good.Spoiler alert: itโs both.I round the corner into the sunken living roomโand there they are. My entire world. Chaos and charm wrapped in two very dangerous packages.Alexanderโs lying on his back on the massive velvet rug in nothing but gray sweats and smug satisfaction, while our one-year-old son climbs his chest like itโs a jungle gym. Heโs got Alexanderโs dark hair and my eyes, with this smirk thatโs definitely not innocent. His tiny hand tugs at his fatherโs chain, and the other is holdingโฆ oh my God.โIs thatโโ I gasp. โDid he break your Rolex?!โAlexander lifts his head like heโs not even the slightest bit concerned. โTechnically, he dismantled it. Thatโs innovation.โโAlexander!โHe shrugs. โHeโs got good taste.โโOur son is chewing on a watch that costs more than my entire degree!โโHeโs a Wolfe, sweethe
Ivyโs POVTwo months after the weddingI stare at the stick in my hand like it might explode.Noโscratch that. Iโm staring at it like it already has. Like it's detonated my heart, flipped my soul inside out, and left me standing in the master bathroom of Alexanderโs mansion, barefoot, with my fingers trembling and my lungs refusing to breathe.Two lines. Bold. Unapologetic.Pregnant.I swallow hard, my other hand gripping the edge of the marble sink. My knees feel like they might give out, and for a second I wonder if I should sit downโbut I canโt. My bodyโs frozen. My mind is racing. My stomach twists in slow, hot spirals of fear and joy and memory.The last time...I press a hand against my stomach, instinctively. Thereโs nothing yet. No bump. Just the tiniest bloom of something new. Something terrifying. Something hopeful.And this time, it feels different.This time, my body doesnโt feel broken. It feels... ready. Like my heart knew before my brain did.A quiet knock at the bathro
Alexanderโs POVSheโs still shaking. Wrecked from my mouth.Eyes glazed. Thighs trembling. Lips swollen from all her moaning. And fuck, her pussyโs pulsingโclenching around nothing like itโs begging to be filled.โColor?โ I ask, low and rough.She swallows hard. Her voice is hoarse when she whispers, โGreen, Daddy.โGoddamn right.I grab her hips, flip her effortlessly onto her stomach, and yank her ass high. She gasps as her knees slide apart on instinct, back arching for me.โLook at you.โ My voice is gravel and want. โFucking dripping for me. Begging without saying a word.โI lean down, lips brushing her ear. โDo you know how dangerous that is, Baby Girl? Offering yourself like this to a man like me?โShe whimpers, grinding back into me, completely gone for it.โSay it,โ I growl, lining up behind her. โSay who owns you.โโYou do,โ she moans, breathless. โYou fucking own me.โI slam into her in one brutal, claiming thrustโand we both break.Her scream tears through the room as her b
Alexanderโs POVThe second the door shuts behind us, I lock it. Not because I think someoneโs coming in.But because the part of me thatโs still fucking feral from almost losing herโwants the whole goddamn world out.She turns to me, all soft silk and flushed cheeks, and my body aches. My knuckles flex like theyโre ready to break something if I donโt touch her soon.I reach behind me, pull my tie loose, and toss it to the floor. โStrip,โ I say, voice low.Her breath catches. I watch her eyes dilate. Pupils blown wide with heat.She licks her lips. โRight here?โ she whispers.I close the distance between us in two steps, grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger.โWhere else, Mrs. Wolfe?โ I murmur. โYou belong to me now. That dress is just in my fucking way.โShe shivers. And thenโ slowly, like she wants to drive me insaneโ she peels the straps off her shoulders, one at a time. The white silk pools around her feet, leaving her in nothing but heels and the thin lace I bought to go
Ivyโs POVMy heartโs not racing. Itโs galloping.Fucking sprinting in my chest like itโs about to shatter my ribs and leap into his hands.Alexanderโs vow still echoes inside me. Raw. Dark. Beautiful. It didnโt sound like a promiseโit sounded like a claim. Like I just signed my soul away with a kiss and a smirk.And I donโt regret a goddamn second of it.Heโs watching me now. Eyes locked. Breathing steady. Waiting.Thereโs always been this thing between usโdangerous, magnetic, like weโre not supposed to exist in the same room, let alone the same bed, same life, same name.But we do. We always have. And today, I speak it into the world.โI, Ivy,โ I begin, my voice steadyโdeadly calm, like the pause before a storm, โtake you, AlexanderโฆโI pause, my lips curling at the corners. He raises an eyebrow like he knows whatโs coming.โ...not just as my husband,โ I continue, stepping forward so thereโs no air between us, โbut as my master, my obsession, and my very favorite problem.โJess lets
Ivyโs POV(Two Months Later โ Private Ceremony, Late Afternoon)The air is thick with heat and hungerโnot from the weather, but from him.From us.Thereโs no church bells, no cathedral ceilings, no sweeping orchestras. No smiling relatives or clinking glasses. Just the soft rustle of fabric, the scent of lilies curling through the air, and the low thrum of tension that vibrates between our bodies like a second heartbeat.This isnโt a wedding. This is a reckoning.Itโs been two months since the attack. Since we buried the version of ourselves that believed peace was simple. Since the miscarriage nearly gutted me and nearly broke him. We never truly healedโwe just got sharper. Meaner. Closer.Now here we are.Standing in front of one another, dressed in white. Of course we are. My dress is silk and sin, molded to every curve, the neckline scandalously low because I like how it makes him look at me. His suit is customโjet black, sharp, almost cruel in its cutโand yet, somehow, he looks l
Ivyโs POVThe car ride back is silentโฆ except itโs not. Thereโs something buzzing between us, thick, electric, pulsing like a live wire.Alexander hasnโt said a word since we left the store, but his hand is on my thigh, his grip firm, fingers twitching every time I shift. Heโs seething under the su
Ivyโs POVThe grocery store hums with the low murmur of carts rolling and muffled pop music overhead. The cool air bites at my bare thighs. Alexander didnโt see the need for pants today, and maybe I liked teasing the world just a little. His oversized white shirt brushes mid-thigh, sleeves rolled t
Ivyโs POV He kneels between my legs, drags my panties down with his teeth, slow and sinful.And then he devours me.Tongue slick and hot, licking up the length of me like heโs starving. He doesnโt tease. He feasts. Mouth locked to my clit, fingers spreading me open, tongue fucking inside me so dee
Ivyโs POVItโs past midnight when I slip out of my room like a thief. Barefoot. Braless. Wearing nothing but his damn hoodie and a heartbeat that wonโt calm the fuck down.The hallway is dim and silent, but everything inside me is loud. Loud with need. Loud with guilt. Loud with a reckless ache I c







