Claimed in Chaos

Mia’s POV The car tore through the rain-slicked streets like a bullet. Damien’s blood was everywhere — on the seats, on my skin, mixing with his c*m that still leaked from my thoroughly f****d p***y. I was shaking, naked under the torn robe, one hand pressed to his newest wound while the other gripped the gun. “Damien, you’re losing too much blood,” I whispered, voice cracking. “We need a hospital—” “No hospitals,” he growled, jaw clenched. He swerved sharply, one hand on the wheel, the other sliding between my thighs. Two thick fingers pushed into my dripping core without warning. “Damien!” I gasped, legs spreading instinctively even as terror gripped me. “I need to feel you,” he snarled, pumping his fingers deep and rough. “Need to remind myself this p***y is still mine. That baby is mine.” The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers f*****g me filled the car as sirens wailed behind us. I moaned helplessly, hips rocking against his hand while tears fell down my cheeks. “That man… he said he—” “He’s lying,” Damien cut me off, adding a third finger, stretching me. “No one else has been inside you. I was your first. I’ll be your last. Say it.” “You were my first,” I sobbed, clenching around his fingers as pleasure built despite everything. “Please… don’t stop.” He rubbed my c**t hard with his thumb until I shattered, squirting all over his hand and the seat. Damien groaned in satisfaction and brought his fingers to my mouth. “Suck.” I obeyed, tasting myself and him while he drove like a madman. We finally reached an old industrial building on the outskirts. Damien parked inside and collapsed against the seat, breathing ragged. I helped him out, both of us naked and covered in blood and fluids. We barely made it to a hidden room before he pushed me against the wall again. “Damien, you’re hurt—” “I don’t care,” he growled, lifting me and slamming his thick c**k back inside my soaked p***y in one brutal thrust. “I need to f**k you. Need to fill you again. Need to know you’re still mine.” He f****d me hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing. Every thrust was desperate, possessive, almost punishing. “You’re carrying my child,” he snarled against my neck. “Not his. Not your father’s. Mine. I claimed this womb the first night I f****d you raw.” I came again, screaming his name as my walls milked him. Damien roared and flooded me with another massive load, pushing it deep as if trying to erase every doubt. We slid to the floor, still joined, his c**k twitching inside me. For a moment, it felt safe. Then the door to the room exploded open. The mysterious man from the call stepped in, flanked by armed guards. Tall, cruelly handsome, with cold blue eyes that made my skin crawl. “Hello, Mia,” he said with a twisted smile. “I see my seed took well.” Damien tried to push me behind him, but he was too weak from blood loss. The man laughed softly. “You really thought those fertility drugs were just to help conception? I’ve been planning this for months. That baby has my blood. And soon… Mia will have my ring on her finger.” Damien lunged weakly, but the man’s guards held him down. I pointed the gun at the stranger, hands shaking. “Stay away from us!” He just smiled. “Put the gun down, little wife. You already belong to me. The videos I have of us together will prove it.” My blood ran cold. Damien roared in fury, fighting against the guards. The man stepped closer, eyes raking over my naked, c*m-covered body. “Come with me willingly, Mia. Or I destroy everything Damien owns… starting with you.”