All Chapters of SOAKED IN HIS CUM: Wet Desires with My Ruthless Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mia’s POVDr. Elara Kane’s voice echoed through the stronghold like a death sentence. The command center — what remained of it — fell into stunned silence. Victor, still bleeding on the floor under Damien’s boot, let out a weak, triumphant laugh. Sophia clutched her wounded shoulder, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.Damien’s grip on his gun tightened until his knuckles turned white. His other arm stayed locked around my waist, pulling me flush against his side in the smoke-filled room. Forced proximity had never felt more suffocating. Our three children’s pods hummed softly behind reinforced barriers, but the new threat — Victor’s sister, the true architect — made everything feel fragile.“Elara,” Damien snarled at the speakers. “Show yourself.”A video feed flickered to life on the main surviving monitor. Dr. Elara Kane was striking — sharp features, cold intelligent eyes, wearing a white lab coat stained with what looked like fresh blood. She stood in a pristine underground lab

Mia’s POVThe observation room was a pristine cage of glass and steel. Monitors beeped softly, tracking every heartbeat, every hormone level. Dr. Elara Kane sat across from me at a sleek table, her sharp eyes studying me like a specimen. One week. That was the deal I’d made to save our children. One week in this sterile hell while Damien protected Theo, Elias, and Seraphina.“You’re handling this remarkably well, Mia,” Elara said, sliding a tablet toward me. “Most subjects break by day two.”I ignored the screen. “You have what you wanted. The shares. The data. Tell me the truth about my children.”Elara leaned back, calm and clinical. “The truth is beautiful in its complexity. Elias carries strong Kane markers — 87% as the tests showed. Victor’s protocol was effective. Seraphina is nearly pure. The hidden daughter you rescued? Exceptional. And the boy from the final harvest… he’s already thriving with his surrogate.”My stomach twisted. “Damien will come for me. For all of them.”“He

Mia’s POVThe observation suite felt colder after Damien left. The door sealed with a heavy click, locking me inside with Dr. Elara Kane and her silent technicians. Monitors displayed vital signs — mine, and distant feeds of the children now speeding away with Damien. For the first time since the contract began, I was truly alone with the enemy.Elara circled me slowly, tablet in hand. “You made the right choice, Mia. Sacrificing yourself for the children. Damien’s obsession would have gotten them killed in that escape. Here, you can still be useful.”I sat on the examination bed, body still aching from surgery and the chaos of the raid. “Useful how? More harvesting? More lies about bloodlines?”Elara smiled, almost kindly. “Understanding. Your body responded better than any subject in the program. We need to study why. Non-invasive for now. Blood draws. Hormone mapping. Perhaps a few scans.” She paused. “And conversation. Tell me about Damien. How deeply has his obsession rooted in y

Mia’s POVThe safehouse nursery wing glowed with soft blue lights. Theo, Elias, Seraphina, and the rescued hidden daughter slept peacefully in their reinforced pods. I stood beside them, hand resting on my still-flat abdomen where new life already grew — confirmed by the latest scans. Another child. Conceived in the chaos of raids and desperation. Damien’s or Victor’s or some twisted combination engineered by Elara — the uncertainty gnawed at me like acid.Damien entered silently, his presence filling the room. He crossed to me in three strides and pulled me against his chest, arms wrapping around me with that familiar, unbreakable grip. Forced proximity in the quiet nursery felt intimate and heavy. His hand joined mine over my belly.“Ours,” he whispered fiercely, as if speaking it could make it true. “No matter what.”But Victor had escaped with my hidden daughter during the chaos at Elara’s facility. The loss burned like an open wound.Elena’s voice came over the comms, tense. “We

Mia’s POVPain tore through me like lightning. The medical bay had become a battlefield of its own — monitors screaming, doctors moving frantically around the delivery bed. The accelerated pregnancy Elara had engineered was demanding its toll. I gripped the rails, sweat soaking my gown, breaths coming in sharp gasps.“Push, Mia!” the lead doctor urged. “The baby is crowning!”Damien burst through the doors mid-contraction, covered in blood and soot from the fighting outside. He crossed the room in seconds, dropping to his knees beside the bed and taking my hand in a crushing grip.“I’m here,” he growled, voice raw. “I’m right here, wife. Push. For us.”His presence anchored me. The forced proximity in the chaotic medical bay — his body shielding mine, his forehead pressed to my temple — gave me strength. I pushed through the agony, screaming as another wave hit.A tiny, furious cry filled the room.“A girl,” the doctor announced, lifting the newborn carefully. “She’s small but strong.