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“Such a dirty mouth, Pet,” Kai chides, moving his hand in a slow and steady rhythm up and down Loki’s cock. “Next time I will have to fill it with my cock to keep those naughty words in.” Loki and I groan at the same time, the visuals of Kai’s words making my empty cunt pulse and flicker. “But today, I’ll make do with coming all over your back, as you come all over Lilly.”
If anyone goes near our girl, they won’t see the sunrise.
“Next time, it'll be my fucking baby in your womb. Won't it, Princess?” “W-what?” I question, my head spinning once more with his words. He starts leisurely pumping his dick in and out of me, quivers racing through my core, but not enough to allow me to climax. He’s fucking denying me my pleasure, the wankmonster. “The next baby to grow inside you will be mine, understand, Princess?” he asks, his tone condescending as fuck, as he continues teasing me with his slow strokes. “Fuck off, Ash! It's my body, and I'll decide if I have another baby, and who the father will be,”
“That's where you're wrong, fiancée. This body.” He squeezes my hips tighter, eliciting a squeak of protest from my lips. Okay, it's part raw fucking pleasure too. “This pussy.” He punctuates here with a sharp thrust, and a deep groan sounds in my throat. “All of you belongs to me. I may be gracious and share with the others. But don't mistake my kindness for anything other than that.” He's growling by the end of his speech and has completely stopped thrusting inside me, holding just the tip in my entrance. “So I'll tell you again. The next baby you carry, Princess, will. Be. Mine.”
“And there are five of us, five people to love the shit out of this baby. That’s all it really needs. Our love.”
“When will it stop, Ash?” I ask, my voice thick, suddenly so weary I lean heavily on him as my knees feel weak beneath me. “When one of them dies,” he tells me, a vicious gleam in his grey eyes. “And the others are rotting in jail.”
“Open wide, Princess, and let me fuck that sassy mouth of yours.”
“You were made for us, Lilly Darling. Every atom belongs to the four of us, just as every part of us is yours. You make us greater than the sum of our parts, until we become more than we ever thought possible. You are as vital as the blood that pumps in our veins, as crucial as the air that we breathe. You are our beating heart, and our souls are bound together for all eternity.”
“My beautiful wife is a fan of Shakespeare, so I’d like to read Sonnet 116 for her.” He looks back down at me, holding my gaze as he recites. “‘Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours
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“You’ve found yourself good guys, little one. Good protectors, who’ll take care of you for the rest of your life.” None of us miss the way that Ryan gives no shits and includes all my Knights, not just Ash, and I couldn’t give a flying fuck about the whispers from the other tables. “So, let’s raise our glasses in a toast,” he continues, a roguish look in his brown eyes as he lifts his champagne flute. “To Lilly and her Knights!”
“You may be his wife, Pretty Girl,” he rasps into my ear, nuzzling my neck like he just can’t help himself. “But you’re my soulmate, the mother of my child, and I will love you for my entire goddamn life, and then some.” “I fucking love you, Loki Thorn,”
“You are the greatest thing to have ever happened to me, Baby Girl,” he mumbles into my hair, his voice rough with emotion. “And I don’t care that you’re a Vanderbilt, because you will always be mine as well.”
“You and I are the stuff that dreams are made of, my darling,” he tells me, his voice strong yet there’s a rasp to it, too. “We are what the stars envy, what the moon longs for, and what the legends of old tell tales of. Our love is more than this world, Lilly. More than a piece of paper with a new surname. And it will remain long after we are gone from the earth.”
“Forever, Princess. We will always be yours,” he tells me, his deep voice strong and with no hint of hesitation. “We will always love you. Always be by your side, no matter what.”
