The Debt of His Desire: Pregnant by the Devil
"Or at least, I made him think I was going to. I think I’m the CEO now."
Dark let out a low, weak laugh that turned into a cough. He reached out, his hand resting on her stomach. He felt the kick—the strong, rhythmic pulse of his heir.
"I knew you were a shark," he murmured. "But I didn't know you were a Great White."
"I had to be," she said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Because the Devil was sleeping. And someone had to run hell."
Dark pulled her down for a real kiss—a slow, deep, and exhausted connection that tasted of survival. When he pulled away, his eyes were clear. The "conditioned" vacant look was gone, replaced by a fierce, protective light.
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