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“Mm…Uh. Ahem. Uh, n-no, dammit. You aren’t coming. If I get caught doing this, I’m dead, I won’t let you get involved.”

I went to the dresser beside him and opened a drawer to get a fresh pair of underwear. “I’m dead regardless because if you get caught, they’ll eventually find out why you went through all that to keep the baby.”

Turning my head to gaze at him, my brows lifted, I almost chuckled at catching him ogling my ass. He snapped his head up to meet my stare.

“You can’t stop me. I’m coming with you.”

I pushed my panties down and spun around to head for the closet.

Wyatt growled, his chest slamming into my back. Desperately pawing at my breast with one hand, the other was fumbling with his belt and jeans.

Lust zipped through me, my lids fluttering. “Oh, what are you about to do?”

“Bend you over this bed and fuck your goddamn brains out,” he wheezed, grabbing my bun and shoving me forward. “Hang on, kitten, this will be fast.”

Before I could brace myself, his thick, pierced cock was splitting me in half, his hips slamming into my ass cheeks in one, unforgiving thrust.

Ice rolled through my veins and all the air sucked out of my lungs, my jaw falling, my eyes rolling. “Oh…f-f-fuck!” I croaked, dragging the word out. “Yes, Daddy, more.”

This only sent him into a rage that he took out on my poor pussy, but Christ, I came twice before he found satisfaction. Both his hands wrapped around my neck, his spine curved toward the ceiling, his dick so far inside, it hurt, he howled, pounding hard several times before stilling, gasping for air.

Bending over my back, he snatched the clean underwear that was tangled between my fingers gripping the sheets and shoved them in my mouth. His lips on my ear, he huffed, “Clean this fabulous pussy and get dressed. I’ll take the bed linens downstairs and wash them.”

I wanted to beg him not to move, but time was against us, and I still had to call Tameika and tell her to open Wanderlust for me today.

With a quick step backward, he withdrew his cock and I crumbled to the floor, spitting my underwear out. My lids closed, I panted quickly, my body coated in sweat. “Oh, my god, I love you, Wyatt.”

He snickered, tucking himself into his jeans. “Love you more, kitten. Now get up, we have to hit the road.”

Nodding, I slowly crawled to my knees, then my feet while he snatched the bedspread off the mattress.

“Get my clothes, too.”

“Yup.”

Bundling everything under his arm, he cast a wayward glance and grinned wickedly. “You may have to stay with Milo and marry him, but you’re mine, kitten. Don’t ever forget that again.”

My heart swelled, my muscles sagging. He pivoted on his heels and whistled as he strutted from the bedroom. Feeling his cum trickling down my thigh, I hurried to the bathroom to clean up.

He was right, there was nothing I could do about my relationship with Milo. I needed to stop fighting, accept what I could not change, and find peace. No more back and forth between acceptance and panic, and just submit that this was my fate.

I couldn’t change the dynamics, so I had to find my own happiness in the chaos I was given.

Chapter 29

Chastity Monroe

Amanda stumbled backward and shrieked when she slid the door aside and saw me with Wyatt. Shaking her head, her complexion gray, she hugged her belly and burst out sobbing.

“Why? Why would you do this? I thought you were going to help me!”

At her panic, he charged forward, grabbing her shoulders. “Hey, hey, calm down, she’s cool.”

“No!” she wailed, flailing against him. Her knees buckled and she crumbled but didn’t get hurt because of his grip. “She’s marrying Milo, she’s going to tell—”

I hurried inside and shut the door, crouching and grabbing her cheeks. “Listen to me, I’m not telling anyone what’s going on. I’m here to help, that’s it.”

“No, you’re going to tell Milo. He’s going to tell Jack and my baby boy is going to die.”