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My pride swelled, and I leaned back against the pillows, my anger giving way to amusement. “What would you do if she did walk in?” I teased, unable to resist. Her grin turned predatory. “I’d sit on this dick and ride you until you filled me up with your seed. Then maybe, just maybe, I’d make you mine.” The word impregnate sent a shiver down my spine. With everything going on with Claire and Mirabel, the concept of pregnancy had taken on a whole new weight. But still, her words ignited something primal in me. “Well then,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Show me.”

That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------

“Greedy little slut. But don’t worry. We’re staying in this suite for three days. I plan to bend you over that railing every single night.” Raven moaned softly at the promise, pressing her swollen belly closer to him. The city lights continued to sparkle outside, possibly holding witnesses to their depravity. But in Damien’s arms, leaking his cum and glowing with pregnancy, she felt completely, perfectly owned. Their dangerous, filthy love story kept evolving riskier, darker, and more addictive with every chapter. And Raven couldn’t wait for the next time he bent her over for the world to see.

I hated that thought immediately. The silence between us no longer felt awkward now. Just intimate. Outside, the rain finally began slowing against the windows while exhaustion settled heavily through my body again. I leaned back carefully against the couch. “I think pregnancy is humiliating.” Damien looked almost amused. “That’s a strong description.” “I cried yesterday because toast smelled aggressive.”

I woke up again in a private hospital room. Suddenly, the door burst open violently as Marco stormed in with his parents and Fiore. "Dr. Romano, I need you to write up a medical certificate stating she’s infertile. I'm divorcing this barren woman. She can’t give me a child!" Marco's parents stood coldly to the side, clearly endorsing this absurd charade. I stared at them coldly, like I was watching a circus of clowns.

No it wasn't just sex it was lovemaking. I kept her cradled against my chest, one arm locked around her waist, the other tangled in her damp hair. Her breathing slowed against my throat, warm little puffs that made my skin prickle. She was pretty much drained..I guess the pregnancy was taking a toll on her The room was quiet except for the faint sound of our breathing and the servants who were starting to wake up. The sun was starting to creep out of the horizon as dawn approached and streaks of light were peaking through the curtains, soft gold creeping across the floor.

He glanced at me, and our eyes met. "What?" He asked with a raised brow. "That painting..." I asked, but my eyes betrayed me. It wavered. Raviel seemed to catch on and shrugged. "It's for Lilith. You know she's pregnant." He explained, and his lips curled. His usually dangerous eyes melted into a soft smile. "The picture seems peaceful. I hope it will help her through the pregnancy period." He smiled. My chest tightened. Indeed, Raviel had a woman.

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

SORAYA’S POV Slowly, my eyelids fluttered open. The world around me was blurry as I tried to collect myself. A small groan left my lips as I slowly sat up. My back ached like a bitch. What the hell happened? The last thing I remembered was running through the woods, then... darkness. But the memory of why I was running snapped me back to consciousness. Pregnant. Ragnar’s shrine. His confession. As my vision slowly cleared, I noticed the lights flickering above me, casting shadows. Dangerous voices surrounded me.

I wasn't ready for the cold, I wasn't ready for the drama that I was damn sure awaited me when I got to Blackthorn Manor. Then it struck me. I'm pregnant. It was going to be pardoned and whatever excuse I gave would surely be understood. Having a baby did come with its favors. I patted the bed sheets around me in search of my phone but I couldn't find it anywhere. It wasn't until I yielded to the bedstead that I found it lying on the table. I immediately adjusted myself and reached out to grab it. As soon as I unlocked the device and was about to search for Lucius, who by the way I had saved as Evil Alpha with the devil face emoji, I caught a strange long text on my notifications bar.