Draven’s body went rigid above Elowen, his thick c**k still buried deep inside her slick heat. The text message glowed accusingly on his phone screen: She’s pregnant. The test was positive. What do you want us to do?
Elowen felt the shift in him immediately. Her green eyes widened in confusion and dawning horror as she twisted to see the screen. “What… what does that mean?” Her voice was barely a whisper, raw from hours of moaning his name.
Draven slowly pulled out of her, leaving her aching and empty. He sat up on the edge of the bed, his muscles rippling under inked skin, and ran a hand through his dark hair. For the first time that night, the ruthless billionaire looked genuinely unsettled.
“It’s from my private investigator,” he said flatly. “They’ve been monitoring Victor’s movemen
