Chapter 12 Benedikt
Benedikt
Her words replay in my head on a loop.
I’m pregnant.
It hits harder than any bullet I’ve taken. Harder than every fight I’ve ever been in. It’s a different kind of violence, one that cracks something open inside me and refuses to let it close.
Sienna’s still standing there, breathing fast, her cheeks flushed, wearing nothing but the nerves I can feel radiating off her skin.
My princess.
My woman.
My future.
And now, with my child.
I don’t realize I’ve pulled her close again until her bare chest is pressed to mine, my hand is fisted in her hair, and my mouth is on hers.
The kiss isn’t gentle.
It’s rough and consuming; the kind of kiss that brands. She tastes like salt and fear and something else. Like fucking hope.
My pulse hammers in my throat as I break away just enough to look at her. “You have no idea what that does to me.”
Her lips part, but nothing comes out. I can see the panic flicker in her eyes, but underneath it, there’s a bit of trust.
Just enough to keep me grounded.
I drag my thumb along her bottom lip, watching her breath hitch. “You think I’m going to let anyone touch you now? You think anyone gets near what’s mine?”
“Ben—”
“Don’t,” I murmur. “Don’t say my name like that unless you want me to lose what little control I’ve got left.”
Because the truth is, I already have.
The second she said pregnant, something in me changed. Everything I’ve been fighting for—every brutal night, scar, and deal—suddenly has a purpose.
No one’s taking this from me.
Not my father.
Not my brother.
Not the ghosts of everything I’ve had to become.
I pull her closer again, one hand sliding down her spine until I reach her ass. I squeeze hard enough to make her gasp, needing to feel her, needing to prove she’s real.
“You don’t even know, do you?” I say against her mouth. “You don’t know how much I wanted this. How much I’ve dreamed of something that’s mine and only mine. You’re carrying my blood, Sienna. My legacy.”
“Five years,” she whispers, and my temper ruptures over that fucking reminder.
“Yeah, fuck that, princess.”
My lips slam into hers with a ferocity that screams what I’ve been saying.
Sienna isn’t getting out of this in five years.
She’s not going to give me a child and then split custody with me, either.
I’ll win her over and earn her respect and love, but she will love me in return.
Unbuckling my dress slacks, the need to fuck her drives my impatience to an all-time high. I’m quick to get my cock out, lift Sienna in the air by the back of her thighs, and use her dresser for leverage.
The tip of my cock drags along her wet pussy, and I groan into her lips as my balls clench for the violent release she gives me.
I’m going to marry her.
I’m going to fuck her every night.
I’m going to make her happy.
As I position myself at her entrance, I notice that Sienna doesn’t stop me. Her lips follow mine, parting to let my tongue plunge deep, tasting her surrender in the way she kisses back, hungry and unresisting.
I thrust forward in one motion, burying my cock to the hilt inside her tight pussy. It stretches around me, her slick walls clamping down as I fill her.
She gasps into my mouth, and her body arches against the dresser as her nails dig into my shoulders for purchase.
No words from her, just a sharp intake of breath that tells me she feels every inch of me.
I don't give her time to adjust. I’ve waited too long for this, and the anger from her words fuels me as I pull back, almost all the way out, then slam into her again, the force rattling the drawers behind her.
Her head falls back, exposing the column of her throat, and I latch onto it, sucking a mark into her skin while I start a punishing rhythm.
Each thrust drives her ass into the wood, and the slap of my hips against hers echoes in the room. Her pussy is soaked, the juices coating my shaft and making every slide smoother and deeper.
I can feel her inner muscles fluttering, gripping me like she never wants me to leave.
That's right, feel it, princess. This is us, raw and real.
I shift my hold, with one hand sliding up to cup her breast and squeeze the soft flesh as I pinch her nipple. She moans low, the sound vibrating against my lips when I claim her mouth again.
Her legs wrap tighter around my waist, pulling me in, her heels pressing into my lower back, right above my ass. She's meeting me now, her hips rocking subtly to take me deeper, her body betraying any resistance her mind might cling to.
I growl against her neck, biting just enough to sting, then soothing it with my tongue.
“Mine,” I mutter, the word slipping out as I grind my pelvis against her clit. “You don’t have to love me now, princess. But I’m not going to hold any secrets from you. I’m yours to emotionally ruin. And you’re mine to protect and care for always.”
The dresser creaks against our weight, but I don't care. I’ll buy her a new one if I break the damn thing.
I hoist her higher, her back sliding up the surface each time I pump my cock into her. She's dripping down my balls, and her scent fills the air, driving me even wilder.
I release her breast and trail my hand down her stomach, my fingers dipping between us to rub her clit in firm circles.
Her reaction is immediate.
Her pussy spasms around me, squeezing so tightly that I nearly lose it right there. She bites her lip, and her eyes squeeze shut, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she pushes into my touch, trying to ride my cock in the position she’s in.
I slow my thrusts just enough to tease her, dragging my cock out inch by inch to let her feel the ridges and veins before plunging back in.
Her chest heaves as she clings to me, her fingers threading through my hair and tugging lightly.
No pleas or whining, just her presence, fully in this moment with me. Her body is alive underneath my hands.
I kiss her collarbone, then lower, watching her breasts bounce with every movement, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth.
I capture one with my lips, sucking hard while my teeth scrape the peak, my fingers still relentlessly working her clit.
She shudders, a soft whimper escaping as her pussy pulses around my cock.
I can tell she's close, but I'm not done drawing this out.
I want her wrecked.
Begging without words for more.
I pull out suddenly, ignoring her involuntary whine at the emptiness, and spin her around. Her hands brace on the dresser, and her beautiful ass is presented to me like an offering.
I kick her legs wider, gripping her hips as I line up and thrust back in from behind. The new angle allows me to go deeper, and my cock hits the back of her pussy with precision, brushing the spot that makes her knees buckle.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” I rasp, one hand fisting her hair to pull her head back gently, arching her spine.
I lean over her, my chest to her back, as I pound steadily into her. My free hand snakes around to her front, pinching her clit between my fingers before rubbing faster.
She pushes back against me, meeting every thrust, her ass cheeks jiggling from the impact against my pelvis.
I release her hair and trail my hand down her side, squeezing her hip before delivering a sharp smack to her ass. The flesh reddens under my palm, and she gasps, her pussy clenching in response—tight, hot, and perfect.
I smack her again, lighter this time, watching the way her body jolts and her walls flutter.
She's not protesting; she's leaning into it, her breath coming in short pants as I fuck her harder.
My balls tighten, slapping against her with wet smacks, the pressure building low in my spine. But still I hold off, wanting to push her over first. I reach around again, two fingers finding her clit and stroking in time with my thrusts.
Her body tenses, her muscles tense, and then she breaks for me. Her pussy convulses wildly around my cock, milking me as she comes silently, head dropping forward with her shoulders shaking.
I don't stop, riding her through it, my hips snapping forward again and again.
Her orgasm drags on, the waves of it pulling me deeper, and only when she starts to slump do I ease up, pulling out and turning her to face me.
Her eyes are glazed, her lips are parted, and her cheeks are flushed.
I lift her onto the dresser properly this time, spreading her legs wide as I step between them.
My cock slides back into her easily, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Our foreheads touch as I start thrusting again, deeper, grinding against her oversensitive clit.
She kisses me, softly at first, then fiercer, her tongue tangling with mine as her body recovers and heats up again.
I can feel her building toward another peak, and her nails scrape my shoulders, leaving faint marks. I break the kiss to trail down her neck, sucking bruises into her skin. Marks that say she's mine and no five-year deal changes that.
My hands roam her body, one cupping her ass to hold her steady as she arches into me, coaxing me to lose it because she’s taking me like she was born to do.
She's so wet and tight that every thrust sends jolts of pleasure through me. I hook her legs over my elbows, opening her wider, and allowing me to drive in at a steeper angle.
Her pussy grips me like a fist, and I groan, burying my face in her neck.
“Gonna buy you a whole damn country for taking my cock so well,” I murmur, the words rough against her skin.
She doesn't respond verbally, but her body does, clenching harder while her hips tilt to take me deeper.
And that’s when I lose the battle.
I thrust deep one last time, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, my hot cum flooding her pussy in thick spurts. Pulse after pulse, I empty myself into her, feeling her milk every drop as we tremble together.
We stay locked like that because I can’t breathe, and I don’t think she can, either. I kiss her temple, then her lips.
She's limp in my arms, but her fingers trace lazy circles on my back, a quiet acceptance of what this is going to be.
This is just the start. I’ll make her see it and feel it every day.
Not five years.
Forever.