Hans (Alliance #4)

“Hans.” She reaches for me with her free hand and digs her fingers into my shoulder.

I keep her arm pinned but work my hips, sliding my dick in and out.

“It’s Daddy, now,” I groan. “When we’re working to fill this belly, you’re gonna call me Daddy.”

Her body trembles. “Please, Daddy.”

With my free hand, I tug down the top of her tank top, freeing her tits. And I shove my hips forward with more force and watch them bounce.

I close my fingers around one and wonder what she’ll look like with these swollen too. I wonder if she’ll let me suck on them, taste their sweetness.

My balls squeeze, and I decide that she will.

“You’ll let me drink my fill of these, won’t you, Little Girl?” I pinch her nipple and tug on it gently.

Cassandra nods and grips her other breast.

I pound into her harder. “You’ll let me do whatever I want to this sweet little body.”

“Yes. Anything you want.” She pulls at her other nipple.

Her pussy is gripping me with every thrust.

“Because you know I need to own you,” I grit.

She lets go of her tit and slides her hand down her stomach until she’s rubbing her fingers against her slick clit.

“Because you know I need to consume every bit of you.” I shove myself deep inside her.

I tug her nipple one last time, then let go and pick up the big syringe.

I line the large needle up with her arm.

“You’re going to hold still, Butterfly.” I rock my hips once. “You’re going to make yourself come on my cock, right now, but you’re going to hold still. Because you’re a good girl. Because I need to do this. And because I love you too.” I press the needle into Cassandra’s flesh and inject her with the tracker.

CHAPTER100

Cassie

I love you too.

I knew he did. I could feel it. But hearing him say it in that deep, gravelly voice, combined with the pressure in my arm as he plants his tracker in me, just like he’s going to plant a baby in me… I explode.

Hans presses his forearm into my chest to keep my arm still while I writhe beneath him, bursts of pleasure shooting down my limbs.

“That’s it.” His hands are steady, but his breathing isn’t. “That’s my Butterfly.” His body tenses. “Make me yours.”

My legs tighten around his hips, pulling him deeper.

“You are mine.” I reach my hand lower and let my fingers rub against the base of his dick.

Hans groans and pulls the syringe free from my arm.

I part my fingers and do my best to squeeze his dick right where we meet. “Because you love me.”

His hips jerk, and I know he’s right there.

I turn my head to look at my arm and the bead of blood forming on my skin. “And now you’ll always be able to find me.”