All Chapters of SOAKED IN HIS CUM: Wet Desires with My Ruthless Husband: Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

Mia’s POVThe safehouse trembled under the assault. Explosions rocked the foundations as Victor and Elara’s combined forces breached the outer defenses. I lay in the fortified medical bay, exhausted from delivering our newest son — little Kai — only hours earlier. The tiny boy rested against my chest beside Nova, both newborns fragile and perfect amid the chaos. The other five children were secured in the adjacent panic nursery under heavy guard.Damien had left to lead the defense, but every distant gunshot felt like it tore through my own body. Elena stayed with me, monitoring vitals and coordinating from the secondary station.“He’ll come back,” she assured me, though her voice wavered. “He always does.”But Elara’s message still burned on the tablet: The boy you just delivered? 94% Kane.I refused to believe it. Not after everything. Kai was ours — Damien’s fierce grip on life, my love, the family we had bled to build.Gunfire grew closer. The doors to the medical bay burst open.

Mia’s POVThe offshore island compound shuddered under the first barrage. Waves crashed violently against the cliffs as Elara and Victor’s fleet unleashed hell from the sea. Alarms screamed through the reinforced halls. I clutched Rowan to my chest, the newborn’s tiny body warm against me, while Nova slept in the secured pod beside us. The other children were already moved to the deepest underground bunker with Elena’s team.Damien burst into the medical wing, blood streaked across his face and tactical gear, eyes wild with that dark, unyielding fire. He crossed the room in three strides and pulled me and Rowan against him, one arm locked around us like a shield. The forced proximity in the fortified room felt like the only safe place left in the world.“They’re landing,” he growled, voice rough. “Victor and Elara personally. We hold the line here. You and the children stay in the inner vault.”I shook my head, even as another wave of exhaustion from the rapid births crashed over me.

Mia’s POVThe floating platform fortress swayed gently on the open sea, a steel island hidden in international waters. Ten children now filled our lives with cries, laughter, and the constant hum of medical monitors. Theo and Elias toddled between pods, chasing each other under watchful eyes. Seraphina, Aurora, Lucian, Nova, Kai, Rowan, and the two newest additions — the hidden daughter and son we had rescued — completed the chaotic symphony. And inside me, the eleventh child — the one Elara had called the Apex Heir — grew at an alarming rate.I stood on the observation deck overlooking the waves, hand pressed to my swollen belly. The enhancements had pushed this pregnancy into the third trimester in mere weeks. Damien appeared behind me, his powerful arms sliding around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. The forced proximity of the narrow deck wrapped us in a cocoon of salt air and steel.“You should be resting,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. His hand spread wide over

Mia’s POVThe atoll platform groaned like a dying beast as the self-destruct sequence ticked down. Red emergency lights flooded the command center while explosions ripped through the outer rings. I clutched newborn Lyra and little Kai against my chest, my body still trembling from the rapid delivery. The other ten children were secured in the inner vault with Elena’s team, but the entire structure was collapsing around us.Damien stood like an avenging god at the center of the chaos, gun in one hand, the other never leaving my side. His bloodied arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him in the narrow command alcove. Forced proximity had never been more literal — his body a living shield as debris rained from the ceiling.“Thirty seconds until primary detonation,” the automated voice announced. “Evacuate immediately.”“Damien—” I gasped as another wave of pain lanced through my abdomen. The twelfth child — the Apex Heir Elara had engineered — was already demanding its p