Page 137 of Made for Vengeance

“So,” he said, tone shifting, dragging the words out like he was savoring them. “If I fuck you again tonight and come inside you, does that mean we get, like… a backup heir?”

I groaned, dragging my palm down my face. “That’s not how it works.”

“You sure? I’ve seen weirder things happen in this house.”

“Jesus Christ, Rafe—no, you don’t get twins from enthusiasm.”

“You get everything from enthusiasm,” he murmured, and then rolled on top of me before I could protest, pinning my wrists to the mattress like I hadn’t just confessed something permanent. His mouth hovered over mine, breath warm and possessive. “You said you’re already pregnant.”

“I did.”

“So I can’t make youmorepregnant.”

“That’s not a green light to go feral.”

His lips twitched. “It’s not a no.”

I hated that I was already arching toward him. Hated the heat building between my legs again. Hated that even now—even with this truth between us—he still had the power to make me feel like I’d never be full enough of him.

“You’re unbelievable,” I whispered.

“I’m yours,” he said, and thrust slow and deliberate, just once, like a promise. “You started this.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, my mouth catching on a breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. “Finish it then.”

He moved inside me like I was already his legacy.

Like he wasn’t just building a family?—

He was building an empire.

Inside me.