Blood, Lies, and Broken Trust

Mia’s POV Gunshots echoed through the penthouse like thunder. I slammed the panic room door shut, heart hammering against my ribs, Damien’s c*m still dripping down my thighs. My hands shook as I locked it from inside. The monitors flickered to life, showing the chaos outside. Damien was fighting like a beast — shirtless, bloodied, taking down two armed men with brutal efficiency. His muscles flexed as he snapped one attacker’s arm, then used the man’s own gun to shoot another. “Get the f**k away from my wife!” he roared. Tears streamed down my face. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to believe the paternity test. But watching him risk everything to protect me and our baby… something inside me cracked. The door to the panic room beeped. It opened. Damien stumbled in, covered in blood that wasn’t all his, breathing hard. He locked it behind him and pulled me into his arms. “Are you hurt?” His voice was raw. His hands roamed my body desperately, checking for injuries. I slapped him hard across the face. “You bastard,” I sobbed. “The test said the baby isn’t yours!” He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head against the wall. His eyes were wild — pain, fury, and dark hunger. “It’s fake,” he growled. “Harrington fabricated it. I had you tested the morning after our wedding night. That child is mine, Mia. Ours.” Before I could respond, he kissed me violently. I bit his lip. He growled and kissed me harder, lifting me up. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. In one brutal thrust, he buried his thick c**k back inside my dripping p***y. “f**k!” I cried out, nails digging into his bloody shoulders as he f****d me against the wall of the panic room. “This is real,” he snarled with every deep thrust. “Feel how perfectly you take me. Feel how your p***y milks my c**k. You’re mine. This baby is mine.” The mix of fear, adrenaline, and raw lust was overwhelming. I came hard within minutes, screaming his name as my walls clenched around him. He followed right after, flooding me with another hot load while groaning my name like a prayer. We slid to the floor together, still joined, panting. “I didn’t kill Sophia,” he whispered against my neck, voice breaking for the first time. “But I couldn’t save her. I won’t make the same mistake with you.” I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But then one of the monitors showed my father entering the penthouse with more men. “Damien,” I whispered in horror. He tensed, pulling out of me slowly. c*m gushed down my legs as he stood up, grabbing a gun from the safe inside the room. “Stay here,” he ordered. “No!” I grabbed his arm. “We do this together. No more secrets.” His eyes softened for a split second. He kissed me hard. The panic room door exploded open. My father stepped in, gun pointed at Damien. “Step away from my daughter, Voss.” Damien pushed me behind him. “Dad, please—” I begged. My father smiled coldly. “You were never supposed to fall for him, Mia. This was always about the empire and the heir. The drugs worked perfectly. That baby carries Voss blood… and now it belongs to me.” A gunshot rang out. Damien staggered. Blood bloomed across his chest. “No!” I screamed, catching him as he fell. His hand weakly touched my belly. “Protect… our baby…” His eyes fluttered shut.