The Secret Father

MIA POV The mysterious voice echoed in my head like a death sentence. That baby isn’t Damien’s. It’s mine. I was still pinned beneath Damien in the driver’s seat, his thick c**k buried deep inside me, pulsing from our desperate f**k just moments ago. His blood and c*m coated my thighs. My heart hammered so violently I could barely breathe. Damien’s eyes turned murderous. His hand tightened around my throat — not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who owned me. “Who the f**k was that?” he snarled, voice low and dangerous. He thrust into me once, hard and possessive, as if marking his territory even now. “Answer me, Mia.” “I don’t know!” I cried out, tears spilling as he started moving again — rough, angry strokes that made the car shake. “He said he’s been inside me… more times than you know…” Damien’s hips snapped forward brutally. “No one else has been inside this p***y except me,” he growled, biting my neck hard enough to draw blood. “This cunt is mine. This baby is mine. Say it.” “It’s yours,” I sobbed, legs wrapping tighter around him despite the fear choking me. “It’s yours, Damien… please…” He f****d me harder, the wet, filthy sounds of his c**k slamming into my c*m-drenched p***y filling the car. Even bleeding and hunted, he claimed me like a beast. But headlights flooded us again. Multiple cars surrounded the tunnel. My father stepped out first, gun raised. Sophia stood beside him, her pregnant belly prominent under her coat, eyes locked on Damien with twisted longing. “Get off my daughter, Voss,” my father shouted. “The game is over.” Damien didn’t pull out. He kept thrusting into me slowly, possessively, while staring at them through the shattered window. “You really think you can take her from me?” he called out, voice dark and steady. One hand rubbed my swollen c**t while he f****d me, making me moan helplessly against his neck. Sophia’s face twisted with jealousy. “Damien… that should be our baby. I carried your child first. I gave you everything.” “You gave me lies,” Damien spat. He suddenly pulled out of me, c*m gushing down my legs, and shoved me into the back seat. “Stay down, Mia.” He grabbed the gun and stepped out of the car, naked, bloody, and terrifyingly dominant. My father laughed. “You’re finished, Voss. The real father of that child has already claimed rights. The fertility drugs we gave Mia were mixed with his sperm. You were just the delivery system.” Damien froze. I felt the world tilt. “No…” I whispered, clutching my belly. “That’s not possible…” A new man stepped out from behind my father — tall, handsome in a cruel way, with cold blue eyes. He looked at me like I already belonged to him. “Hello, Mia,” he said smoothly. “I’ve been waiting for you since the night I took you while you were drugged and unconscious in the preparation room. You moaned so sweetly for me.” Damien roared like a wounded animal and fired. Chaos exploded. Gunshots. Shouting. Sophia screaming. Damien dove back into the car, blood pouring from a new wound in his arm. He slammed the accelerator, crashing through the blockade. I was shaking, c*m still leaking from me, mind reeling. “Damien… tell me it’s not true,” I begged, voice breaking. He looked at me, eyes filled with pain, rage, and unhinged obsession. “I don’t care whose sperm they used,” he growled, reaching over to squeeze my thigh possessively. “That baby is growing inside you. You’re my wife. I claimed you first. I claimed you every night. That makes it mine.” He pulled me close while driving at breakneck speed. But in the rearview mirror, I saw Sophia and the mysterious man getting into another car. They were coming for us. And my father’s final words echoed through the speakers he had somehow planted in our car: “Run all you want. The real father is coming to collect his child… and his woman.”