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ISLA

T he bedroom’s still dark when I feel his breath, hot and ragged, against my ear as he whispers, “Look at this.” His voice is a low growl, causing goosebumps to prickle on my skin. “Going to bed naked, ready to take my cock. Just like a whore.”

My eyes fly open, but the blackout curtains ensure that the room remains a dark abyss.

I’m disoriented, my heart pounding in my chest as I feel his hard body press against mine.

His erection is an insistent pressure against my ass, still confined within his pants.

“Kai?” I murmur, trying to turn around, but a strong hand tangles in my hair, jerking my head forward and down into the pillows.

Pain explodes across my scalp, and I cry out, more from surprise than from the sting.

“What do you want?” I gasp, my mind racing. This isn’t how our usual play starts, but I trust him. He took the hint from our video chat last night and I guess he is all for a bit of rough play.

“I want this cunt,” he groans, his hand running down my bare back, over the curve of my ass.

He thrusts his fingers into my pussy, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

Even as my body gives in to him, I still try to buck him off, but he’s too strong.

“Good whores just take it, Isla,” his voice a dark promise.

“Now you’re gonna shut up and fucking take it. ”

I scream, the sound muffled by his hand as it clamps over my mouth.

Soft material brushes against my ear, and I realize it’s a mask of some kind.

His lips press against my neck through the fabric, and I can feel his smirk.

“Shhh, we wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble.

He lifts his hips, and when he presses against me again, it’s his bare cock, hot and hard.

I can feel my body responding, my pussy growing wetter despite the fear and the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

The bedroom light flickers on, and I blink rapidly to adjust. In the mirror, I see him: grey joggers, a black hoodie, and a black balaclava.

His eyes are wild, burning into mine, and I swear I can see a smirk underneath the mask.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he purrs, tilting my head back. “And I’ll bet you look even more beautiful when you cry.”

I can feel my breath hitching, my body torn between fear and desire. Holding eye contact with him in the mirror isn’t helping the situation.

Or is it?

I look harder at our reflection, and I see the telltale brown dot in his right eye, right next to his pupil.

The freckle.

Kai’s freckle.

A wave of relief washes over me, but I hold in the smile, pushing back against him. “I said get off me!” I shout, my voice echoing in the room.

“And I said shut up,” he growls, his hand tangling in my hair again, pulling my head back.

“So fucking listen like the good little whore I know you are.” His cock teases at my entrance, and I try to pull away, but he’s relentless.

He groans as he pushes the tip inside me, and I can feel my body giving in to him, my hips lifting slightly to meet his.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispers, his voice a dark caress. “You and I both know you want it.”

I want it.

I want him so badly.

But the game isn’t over yet. “No, I don’t,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. I’m not sure if I sound convincing or not, but Kai laughs, a low, wicked sound. He thrusts all the way inside me, and I let out a low moan.

“Your pussy says otherwise,” he growls, thrusting harder, his hips slapping against my ass. “This cunt’s soaking my cock.”

I can feel my body responding, my hips meeting his thrusts. But I can’t give in yet. Not until he makes me. “No,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “Please, Kai.”

He laughs, a low, wicked sound. “Make me,” he says, his voice a dark challenge. And I know, in that moment, that I’m his.

Completely and utterly his.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

His laughter echoes in the room, a dark and seductive sound that sends shivers down my spine. “Come on, make me stop,” he repeats, his voice laced with challenge and dominance. His grip tightening in my hair, his thrusts becoming more insistent and demanding.

I struggle beneath him, not to escape, but to heighten the sensation of being overpowered. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I try to push back against him, but his strength is overwhelming. “You can’t just take what you want,” I pant, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Kai’s response is a low chuckle, his breath hot against my ear.

“Watch me,” he growls, his hand slipping from my hair to wrap around my throat.

He doesn’t squeeze, but the threat is clear, and it sends a jolt of adrenaline through my veins.

“You’re mine, Isla. Every inch of you belongs to me.

And I’ll take what I want, when I want it. ”

I can feel my body responding to his words, my pussy clenching around his cock as he continues to thrust into me.

My mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, desire, submission, and power.

I know all I have to say is stop, but I also know that using it would end the game. And right now, I don’t want it to end.

I try to buck him off again, but he’s relentless, his hips slamming against my ass with each powerful thrust. “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, his voice strained with effort. “Your cunt was made for my cock, wasn’t it, Princess?”

I bite my lip, holding back a moan. Kai’s slipping, calling me princess. “No,” I lie, my voice barely a whisper. “It’s not yours.”

Kai’s response is a low, menacing chuckle.

He releases my throat and brings his hand down hard on my ass, the sting of the slap echoing through the room.

“Liar,” he hisses, his fingers digging into my hip as he pulls me back against him.

“Your body betrays you, Isla. You love this. You love being my little whore.”

It’s true. I do love being his whore.

“Oh god, it hurts.” I cry out, the pain from the slap mixing with the pleasure of his cock inside me. I can feel my body betraying me, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts, my pussy growing wetter with each slap and each dirty word he whispers in my ear.

“But you like the way it hurts, don’t you, baby?”

“Uh huh,” is the only thing I can coherently come up with in response.

“You’re so beautiful when you struggle,” he murmurs, his voice a low purr. “But you know you can’t win. You’re mine, Isla. Completely and utterly mine.”

I can feel tears stinging my eyes, a mix of frustration and arousal. I want to fight him, to resist, but my body is traitorous, responding to his every touch, his every word. “ Please ,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with emotion.

He laughs, a low, wicked sound, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “That’s it, baby,” he says, his voice a dark caress. “Cry for me.”

His thrusts become more urgent, more demanding, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that sends shockwaves through my body.

I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I try to hold it back, but it’s no use.

“Fuck, Princess,” the moan leaves his lips as I take every inch of his cock.

“I’ve missed your pussy, baby. I missed the way you gasp a little every time I slide inside of you. ”

I moan, “Kai.”

“The way you moan my name.” Thrust . “How your body responds to my touch.” Thrust . “The way you are so fucking mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Kai. And you’re mine.” I whimper as he flips me to my back, bringing my legs over his shoulders, pounding into me.

“I’ve never not been yours, Isla. You own me.” With a final, powerful thrust, he sends me over the edge, my pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure wash over me.

Kai groans, his body tensing as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me. He collapses on top of me, his breath ragged and hot against my neck. For a moment, we lie there, my body slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync.

Slowly, he rolls off me, his arm draped over my waist as he pulls me close. He tugs at the balaclava, revealing his face, and I can see the tenderness in his eyes, a stark contrast to the dominance he displayed just moments ago.

“Isla,” he whispers, his voice soft and gentle. “Are you okay, Princess? ”

I nod, a small smile playing on my lips. “I’m okay,” I whisper. “I’m more than okay.”

He kisses my shoulder, his lips soft and gentle. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because I love you, Isla. More than anything in this world.”

I turn to face him, my eyes meeting his. “I love you too, Kai,” I say, my voice filled with emotion, a tear sneaking from the crease. “And I trust you. Completely.”

He smiles, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. “I know you do, baby,” he says softly. “And I promise, no matter how rough we fuck, whatever scenario we’re in, I’ll always keep you safe.”

Three Weeks Later

The past three weeks have been a whirlwind of passion, laughter, and deepening love.

Kai and I have been inseparable. When he’s home, that is.

The team has had more away games than home games lately and I’ve been missing him.

So in between my studying, I’ve been soaking in as much time as I can with him.

For the past few days, something has felt different.

My body has been changing, subtly at first, but now it’s becoming harder to ignore.

Nausea, fatigue, and a heightened sensitivity to certain smells and foods have become my constant companions.

At first, I brushed it off as stress or a minor bug, but as the symptoms got more intense, I couldn’t help but hope for a different explanation.

I sit on the couch, my child psychology book spread out in my lap, but my mind is elsewhere. Kai notices my pale complexion and the way I keep pressing a hand to my stomach. He sits down next to me, his brow furrowed in concern. “Princess, are you okay? You don’t look so good.”

I force a smile, trying to downplay my discomfort. “I’m fine,” I say, my voice barely convincing. “My stomach’s just upset. I think something I ate didn’t agree with me.”

Lie.

You know it isn’t food-related.

It’s baby-related.

Kai’s expression doesn’t change, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?” he presses, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my forehead. “You’ve been feeling off for a few days now. Maybe you should take a test.”

Why the fuck is he so perceptive?

Of course, he would put it together.

He wants this so badly.

I shrug, looking down at the textbook in my lap. “It’s probably nothing,” I say, but even as the words leave my mouth, I can feel a spark of hope igniting in my chest.

Kai’s hand cups my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “Isla,” he says softly, “if there’s a chance you’re pregnant, we should know. I want this as much as you do.”

I nod, tears welling up in my eyes. “I know,” I whisper. “I just... I want to be sure.”

He pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. “I promise.”

A wave of nausea hits and I rush to the bathroom, my head hanging over the toilet as I retch, my body wracked with convulsions. Kai, hearing the commotion, hurries to the door. “Isla? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I say between heaves, my voice weak and shaky. “I think you’re right... I think I need to take that test. ”

There’s a pause, and then I hear him sigh, his voice soft and gentle. “I’ll get one from the bedroom.”

I nod, even though he can’t see me, and take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

This is it.

The moment we knew was coming.