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I’ll never get enough of her pleasure.

Fucking ever.

“Going to come inside you, Shi.” I have my teeth on her shoulder where her dad beat her. I sink them into her, watching her eyes and every ounce of lust dripping from them. “Going to fill you up with babies. Our babies. Fuck. Yes. Just milk me—God—like that.”

My balls tighten and my release is earth-shattering. Mind-numbing. A white-hot light like the gates of heaven that I’ll never reach flashes before my eyes.

Fuck heaven. This is it. My version of eternal bliss.

Her.

I say her name over and over until there’s nothing left in me, my teeth clamping harder onto her.

Nothing left for me in this world.

Only her and me and her soon-to-be swollen belly.

“Since when did you want kids?” she asks as I help put her back together, her voice floaty.

“Since you became my everything. Can’t stop thinking about it.” Her clothes are smoothed down. Hair tucked behind her ears. I stare at her in awe. At her eyes that slowly focus. I cup the cheeks that’ll always be mine. “Want to mark you from the inside out. I’ll do it. I am already doing it. Now let’s go home.”

“I’m not going with you.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Kaleb!” she whisper-shouts.

I tilt my head, daring her to tell me no. “What?”

“You’re infuriating,” she snaps, the sound affectionate, even when her cute nose scrunches. I would’ve lost all of that ifI snapped her neck. Good thing I didn’t. “First, you tell me you love me as if, I don’t know. Just like that. Like it’s a fact.”

My eyebrows knit. “It is.”

Her lungs expand. Her eyelashes flutter and her hands are on my waist. “I?—”

“Quiet.” In her home, while I head to mine, so we can continue this conversation.

“Fine, we’ll talk later.” She huffs, my precious little thing. “About babies and other stuff.”

“When I decide it’s time.” I steal another kiss, and my cock is thickening again.

She nods. Blinks up at me. “Hey, Kaleb?”

“What?”

Her fingers dig into my bare chest. “I love you too.”

Electricity crackles inside my heart. The black organ races fast, hard, and determined.

I’ll never recover from it.

“Home,” I growl as I bend to the floor and pick up the DNA-soaked hoodie. Next are my mask and hammer. I talk to her while using a wipe I have in my jeans pocket to wipe away her fingerprints from Dempsey’s face. “I won’t ask you twice. I have my car here. Let’s go.”

“Yourcar.” Her lips purse. “Yourcar. Whose car is it, really?”

Since the people who owned it are dead, yes, it’s my car. I keep that information from Shiloh. Keep her guessing while I shrug.

“You know what?” Even in the dark, she’s adorable when she’s pissed. Scrunched nose and all. “Never mind. We’ll talk.You bet we will. Later. Right now, you have to get out of here. Alone. I can’t join you.”