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300 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 13, 2023
“We make perfect sense, angel. Don’t worry about anyone else. They’ll all get it through their thick skulls when my baby starts to show in your belly.” If Vivienne won’t ask for Barlow to get our family started, then I’ll fuck my own baby into her right now. Vivienne’s eyes fly open in alarm. “What did you just say? Tyrant, you can’t—” I thrust into her pussy with one swift movement. I can, and I fucking will.
“Give what a minute?” Tyrant drags his hips back an inch and pushes his cock into me again. With my nipple still in his mouth, he says, “I want to be sure you’re knocked up.” Panic and desire thrill through me. “I’m a second- year student. I’m nineteen,” I tell him. Tyrant sucks on my nipple again. “Mm. Nice and fertile.” “And you’re… wait, I don’t even know how old you are.” “Thirty- four.”
“Still fighting me on this? You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to lie there and take my cock and think about how much better your life is going to be when you belong to me, totally and utterly. I’ve been merciful until now, Vivienne, and you haven’t even thanked me. Now I’m done. Being. Merciful.” He emphasizes these words with vicious thrusts of his cock.
“So full of me, angel. My cock, my cum. Beautiful.” A warm feeling swells through me, and I close my eyes. Tyrant pulls out and spreads me open. He rubs his thumb over my lips again and again as if admiring the sight. “Oh, fuck yes. That’s a well- used pussy.” Then he shoves himself back inside me again. “Hold still. I’m getting you pregnant this time.”
“Open your mouth,” he snarls. “Are you…” I suck a wheezing, painful breath into my lungs. “Are you going to force me to blow you while I’m having a panic attack?” “This isn’t for me. This is for you. Open your fucking mouth.” “What are you talking ab—”
“Good girls who stay in my bed and obey all my rules get nice Tyrant. Bad girls who sneak off get mean Tyrant. Keep pushing me, angel, because I fucking love being mean to you.���
"She’s right, I’m not her boyfriend. I’m her lover. Her stalker. Her obsessed future husband and the father of her children. I’m the only one who gives a damn about her, but I shouldn’t be the only one."
"I fear him. I love him. I belong to him. Forever."
"Now I know that nothing compares to Tyrant’s warm, touchable skin, adorned with intricate tattoos that cover his body, his hands, creep up his throat, and even decorate his cheekbones and above his brows."
“The choice was never between Vivienne and another woman. The choice was Vivienne or no one.”
"The scars are my ugliness, and I’m not sharing them with anyone. If I show him, then I’ll be handing him the power to make me feel even more worthless than I already do."
"Sometimes it pays to wish for happiness with everything you have."
“Look at yourself being fucked,” he says raggedly, moving in and out of me. “My angel always looks beautiful, but she’s even prettier filled with my cock.”
“Your pain is my pain. It’s inside me. It’s flowing out of me. I’m bleeding for you, so you don’t have to.”