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    My eyes widened with astonishment, and I could hardly contain my excitement as I blurted out, “Makenna, I can feel it! I can feel our child! This child is mine!”


    With that, I drew her into my arms, my voice echoing with fervor. “The child is mine, it’s mine!” But Makenna’s reaction caught me off guard.


    She sat there, frozen, her face reflecting more disbelief than tion.


    A wave of destion swept over me, and I instinctively loosened my embrace, my voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Aren’t you d that the child growing inside you is”


    Makenna’s POV


    The moment Bryan imed he could sense the child’s presence, my heart plummeted into darkness. No joy stirred within me—only a desperate hope that the baby growing inside me was yton’s. Despite the uneasy truce between Bryan and me, not a shred of affection softened my feelings toward him. I lowered my head, the memories of his past cruelty still sending chills down my spine.


    Bryan, seething at my silence and unspoken rejection, erupted like a storm. His face darkened ominously as he surged to his feet.


    “Listen well, woman!” he roared. “That child in your belly is mine—whether you like it or not. Do you understand?”


    I opened my mouth to respond, but Bryan, as if terrified of my refusal, gave me no chance. His hand mped around the back of my neck, his lips crashing against mine in a savage kiss.


    Panicked, I struggled, but his grip only tightened, his mouth iming mine with feral possession. What is he doing? I’m pregnant! I shoved at his chest, but he hauled me onto the dining table with terrifying ease.


    Standing between my spread legs, he forced my chin up, his storm-gray eyes burning into mine. A shudder racked my body. The hard press of his arousal against my thigh through his pants made my blood run cold. With him this enraged, I feared what came next.


    “I—” My voice trembled, but Bryan cut me off.


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    “Makenna,” he growled, “that child is mine. Not just this one—but the next, and every one after. You’ll bear only my children.”


    As his body lurched forward, I flinched backward like prey cornered. But Bryan’s iron grip on my waist yanked me back.


    “Bryan, I’m pregnant!” I gasped.


    Bryan ignored my plea, pressing me down against the dining table. He lifted my clothes, and his hot lips found my nipple, his agile tongue flicking over the stiff pink peak. A moan escaped my lips, which only seemed to intensify Bryan’s rigid arousal.


    He unzipped his pants, revealing his throbbing, aching erection. The tip glistened faintly with desire. I instinctively tried to pull away, but Bryan swiftly grabbed my hand and yanked me back. With one hand gripping my slender waist and the other tugging down my pants, his long fingers danced over my clitoris with a relentless rhythm.


    “Ah…” I gasped, wanting to push him away, but my mind was a whirlwind of confusion. I was paralyzed, unable to move, forced to endure whatever he chose to do.


    Bryan’s fingers traced the entrance of my vagina for a moment before he raised his wet fingers to my face with a mischievous grin. “See, you want it too.”


    I was momentarily at a loss for words, weakly rolling my eyes at him. His grin widened as he loosened his grip on my waist. Positioning himself between my legs, he carefully eased himself into me.


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