Semua Bab Soaked in His Cum: Contracted To The Ruthless Billionaire: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Mia’s POVThe new stronghold was a fortress carved into a remote mountainside — cold steel and concrete, miles from civilization. The moment the plane’s wheels touched the hidden runway, Damien carried me inside like I was made of glass and gunpowder. Theo slept against his chest. I clutched my belly, the weight of Victor’s revelations crushing me with every step.Victor was dragged behind us in restraints, still bleeding, still smiling that cruel, knowing smile.The medical team took Lila and the newborns to a secure wing. Elena coordinated defenses. Damien didn’t waste time. He locked us in the master suite — a sparse, fortified room with a massive bed, monitors, and a wall of weapons.He set Theo down gently in the reinforced crib, then turned to me. His eyes were storm clouds — obsession, rage, and something deeper, more fragile.“Strip,” he ordered, voice rough.“Damien, we need to talk about what Victor said. The embryos. The backups—”“Later.” He closed the distance, hands alre

Mia’s POVThe sealed master suite felt like a luxurious tomb. Thick reinforced walls muffled the distant gunfire, but the emergency red lights pulsed like a heartbeat counting down our doom. Damien remained buried deep inside me, his thick cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his release, his cum slowly leaking around where we were joined. Our newborn son slept soundly in the secure crib just feet away, oblivious to the war raging inside and outside this room.Sophia’s words echoed in my head. One hour. The syringe trigger. The embryo protocol that could force my body to reject this baby for a “purer” Kane heir.Damien’s dark eyes bored into mine, wild with obsession and barely controlled fury. “I won’t let it happen,” he growled, rolling his hips slowly, grinding his cock deeper as if the physical claim could override biology itself. “Not you. Not him.”I gasped, my sensitive post-birth body responding despite everything. My walls fluttered around him, still so full, so claim

Mia’s POVThe world was a haze of bright lights, sharp pain, and Damien’s distant roar echoing through the comms. Anesthesia pulled at the edges of my consciousness like heavy chains, but the terror kept me fighting. The doctor’s voice cut through the fog.“Scalpel. We’re losing the baby’s vitals—move!”I felt pressure, tugging, a strange emptiness as they worked. My body, the one Damien had claimed so brutally night after night, was now a battlefield. Victor’s protocol versus Damien’s obsession. Whose blood would win?Then, a tiny, furious cry pierced the air.“He’s out!” the doctor announced. “Baby boy number two. Weak but breathing. Get him stabilized!”Relief crashed through me, but it was short-lived. Another contraction ripped through my abdomen even after delivery — the protocol still fighting. I screamed, tears streaming down my face.The doors to the medical bay exploded open. Damien stormed in like a blood-soaked god of vengeance, gun in one hand, knife in the other. His eye

Mia’s POVThe new breach ripped through the stronghold like a thunderclap. Alarms blared, red emergency lights flooding the corridors as gunfire echoed from the lower levels. I clutched the portable medical pod containing our two newborn sons, their tiny faces peaceful despite the chaos. Theo and little Elias — names we’d barely had time to whisper — were the only pure things left in this nightmare.Damien moved like a force of nature, barking orders into his comms while keeping me and the babies shielded behind his body. “Elena, secure the west perimeter! Strike team to the armory — they’re coming for the lab data!”Forced proximity had become our constant companion. In the narrow service corridor leading to the deepest safe vault, Damien’s broad frame pressed against mine, one arm wrapped protectively around my waist, the other ready with his gun. His heat, his steady heartbeat, grounded me even as pain from the recent surgery throbbed through my abdomen.“Stay close,” he murmured,

Mia’s POVThe armored transport rumbled through the mountain tunnels, the new portable pod secured between us. Our daughter — tiny, fragile, and biologically mine — slept under the soft glow of medical monitors. Theo and Elias flanked her, three innocent lives caught in a storm of bloodlines and betrayal. Damien sat rigid beside me, one arm locked around my shoulders, the other resting possessively on the pods. His body heat pressed into me in the confined space, a constant reminder of the man who refused to let go.The forced proximity of the transport left no room for distance. His fingers traced slow circles on my arm, grounding and claiming all at once. But tension crackled between us like live wire. He had seen me slip away to Sophia. He knew I’d acted alone.“You should have told me,” he said quietly, voice rough with exhaustion and something darker — hurt. “About the daughter. About the message.”“I was trying to protect them,” I whispered, leaning into his side despite everyth