Semua Bab SOAKED IN HIS CUM: Wet Desires with My Ruthless Husband: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Mia’s POVThe panic room felt like a steel coffin. Red emergency lights bathed everything in blood-red shadows while Damien’s cum still leaked slowly down my inner thighs. My robe hung open, breasts heaving, belly slightly rounded with a baby that might not even be his. The bandage I’d just wrapped around his grazed arm was already soaking through with fresh blood.I couldn’t stop shaking.“You’re not going alone,” I whispered, voice hoarse from screaming his name minutes earlier. “If I’m really your wife… then we do this together.”Damien’s dark eyes burned into mine. He looked every inch the ruthless billionaire — shirtless, blood-streaked, cock still thick and glistening from being buried inside me. He gripped my chin hard, thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip.“You have no idea what you’re asking, little wife. This isn’t a fairy tale. People die.”“I already sold my body and future to you,” I shot back, stepping closer until my nipples brushed his chest. “I’m carrying your— a chil

Mia’s POVThe perimeter breach alarm screamed through the safehouse like a demon’s wail.Damien was off me in a heartbeat, his cock still glistening with our combined release as he snatched up his gun from the nightstand. Cum dripped down my thighs onto the silk sheets, but there was no time for modesty. I rolled off the bed, heart slamming against my ribs, and grabbed the handgun he’d given me earlier.“Stay behind me,” he ordered, voice lethal. His naked, blood-streaked body moved like a weapon — every muscle coiled, cock still half-hard and swinging as he checked the magazine. Even in mortal danger, the sight of him made my sore pussy clench with unwanted need.The tablet flashed red: Multiple hostiles. East perimeter.Damien pulled me into the walk-in closet that doubled as an armory. He shoved a bulletproof vest over my naked torso, his hands lingering on my belly for a possessive second. “You and our baby stay alive. That’s the only order that matters.”Our baby. The words sent

Mia’s POVThe medical wing smelled of antiseptic and blood. Damien’s cock was still buried deep inside me, pulsing with fresh release, while the tablet screen glowed with the image of a tiny newborn — Sophia’s child. His child. A son he never knew existed, now in Victor’s clutches.Tears burned my eyes as I sat straddling him, my swollen, cum-drenched pussy clenching around his thickness. The revelation hit harder than any bullet.“Damien…” I whispered, voice cracking.His hands gripped my hips with bruising force, holding me down so I couldn’t move even an inch. His dark eyes blazed with a mixture of fury, pain, and raw possession. “He’s mine. Just like this one.” His palm spread possessively over my rounded belly. “Victor won’t keep him. We’re getting my son back tonight.”Despite the knife wound in his side and the fresh stitches, Damien rolled us suddenly, pinning me beneath him on the narrow hospital bed. The movement made him grunt in pain, but he didn’t stop. He hooked my legs

Mia’s POVThe helicopter blades thundered above us as we raced toward the safehouse. I clutched Damien’s newborn son tightly against my chest, the tiny bundle warm and fragile beneath the thermal blanket. His little fist curled around my finger, and my heart clenched with a fierce, unexpected protectiveness. This innocent child had already survived more than most adults.Lila sat across from me, pale and trembling, one hand cradling her own swollen belly. Elena coordinated with the pilot, her voice strained but steady.Damien’s voice crackled over the comms again. “ETA five minutes. Stay sharp.”When we landed on the rooftop helipad, Damien was already waiting — bloodied, limping, but alive. The moment I stepped off with his son in my arms, he crossed the distance in three powerful strides and pulled all of us into a crushing embrace. His mouth found mine in a desperate, bruising kiss that tasted of blood and victory.“You got him,” he rashed against my lips, one hand cupping the baby

Mia’s POVThe underground tunnel stretched like an endless throat, dim emergency lights flickering as our small group ran for survival. Damien led with Theo strapped securely to his chest in a makeshift carrier, gun in one hand, the other gripping mine like a lifeline. Lila leaned heavily on Elena, contractions ripping through her every few minutes. Blood soaked her tactical pants. My own belly felt heavier with every step, the baby kicking wildly as if sensing the monster hunting us.“Keep moving,” Damien growled, his voice rough with pain and rage. Fresh blood seeped through the bandage on his side, but he didn’t slow. His cum still leaked down my inner thighs with every stride, a filthy reminder of how he’d claimed me even as the safehouse burned above us.We burst into the secondary bunker — a fortified underground fortress stocked with supplies, medical equipment, and enough weapons to wage a small war. The heavy blast doors sealed behind us with a resounding thud. For a moment,