Mia’s POV
The panic room felt like a steel coffin. Red emergency lights bathed everything in blood-red shadows while Damien’s c*m still leaked slowly down my inner thighs. My robe hung open, breasts heaving, belly slightly rounded with a baby that might not even be his. The bandage I’d just wrapped around his grazed arm was already soaking through with fresh blood.
I couldn’t stop shaking.
“You’re not going alone,” I whispered, voice hoarse from screaming his name minutes earlier. “If I’m really your wife… then we do this together.”
Damien’s dark eyes burned into mine. He looked every inch the ruthless billionaire — shirtless, blood-streaked, c**k still thick and glistening from being buried inside me. He gripped my chin hard, thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip.
“You have no idea wh
