“No one else,” he groaned, his hips crashing into mine, cock still ungodly spilling hotter, harder. “Ffffuckkk. . .you’re the one who should carry my child, Tora. You’re the only one.”
Ohhh God.
The savage claim struck deeper than his cock, cutting through bone, through soul. Another orgasm exploded in me all over again, harder than the first, shattering me into convulsions I couldn’t stop.
Oh God! What is this?!
My pussy seized around him, pulsing, choking, desperate to hold him, to keep his cock, to keep all of his cum inside me.
He slammed into me again, his thrusts messy now, undone, his groans breaking against my skin. “This pussy. . .fuck. . .it was made to crown me a king. To put my son on the throne.”
Not understanding all this insane pleasure, I helplessly moaned, body thrashing, my walls wringing him tighter, my release flooding so hard it felt endless.
His words painted fire through my blood, through my womb, through the bite on my neck. “Oh, Kenji!”
My nails clawed down his back, my cries tangled with the crash of water, the slap of his hips, the guttural roar of his release.
His final thrusts were brutal, punishing, claiming, forcing the last remnants of his cum deeper, grinding until I thought he had actually carved his heir into me right then and there.
And when he finally collapsed against me, chest heaving, cock still twitching inside my wrecked pussy, he whispered against my bitten skin, and his voice was a broken growl of devotion and ruin. “I should kill her. . .Kiko. . .I should end this question of paternity. . .with a knife. . .or a gun.”
I shivered. “Y-you can’t. . .”
“I should. . .just to make sureyouare the one. Just to guarantee it.”
My pulse picked up because I knew if I agreed. . .he would do it. And. . .that wasn’t me no matter how much I didn’t like that she was pregnant by him.
I shivered.
My voice came out shaky. “I would never. . .forgive you. . .if you killed a pregnant woman.”
His body tensed against me.
“Kenji. . .those twins. . .are innocent.”
Silence rose around us.
He still had me in his grip under the warm down pour of the shower. His cock was still deep inside me. His cum was now dripping out of my pussy. His face was still right against mine. “Tora. . .I’m the Dragon. Sometimes there’s flames. Sometimes people burn.”
“Not this time.”
“Those twins better not be mine because if they are. . .”
My breath hitched.
He didn’t finish the sentence, and I had so many questions that I was terrified to ask. The weight of those unspoken words hung in the steam like a sharp blade dripping with blood.
Would he kill her? Would he kill them? Somebody would surely die.
Those thoughts terrified me because a selfish, vicious part of me wanted her gone. Wanted only me and him, no ghosts of another woman between us.
And if I wanted it, how long until he made it happen?
It all terrified me.
I could feel our love getting more intense, mutating into something deeper, twisted, darker, more insane than any normal romance.
Violent obsession.
