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My control slipped with each stroke.

Her fingernails clawed at my hips as she tried to push herself off me, the sting of her desperation fueling my resolve.

I snatched her wrists and pulled them over her head, pinning her beneath me completely.

Her chest rose and fell with her erratic breathing as her eyes widened, fear and realization dawning in their depths. "Sebastian. Please…don't!"

She felt it.

Just as I did.

This time was different.

This time my seed would take.

My cock swelled as the pressure increased and I threw my head back, roaring my own release. Filling her. Marking her from the inside out.

I collapsed on her, letting her feel the weight of my body holding her down, before leaning up, sweat cooling on my heated skin.

Neither of us said a word.

My cock was still inside of her. I could still feel the tremors from her climax as her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around me.

This was the one. I could feel it.

A corrupt conception.

If she thought I would let her go now, when there was even a possibility she was carrying my child, she was deeply mistaken.

What was mine, I kept.

Always.

Her throat constricted as she swallowed, then she licked her lips, drawing my attention back to her mouth. Her bruised and swollen lips were reddened from my claiming.

"That was goodbye. This is over."

My lips curled in a smirk as I leaned low to rasp in her ear, teeth grazing the sensitive shell. "This is only the beginning, babygirl."

CHAPTER 38

SABRINA

Asharp sting awoke me.

Sitting up in bed, I brushed my fingertips across my left cheek. Blood.

A crimson drop slipped from the tip of my finger to pool in the center of my palm.

I flipped my hand over to stare at the ring, which had been forced onto my finger last night.

Heart pounding, I turned to check the space beside me.

It was empty.

I swept my hand over the ivory silk pillowcase, leaving a thin smear of crimson.

The sheets were cool.