Make her belly swollen with my child

**Alrigo Valerie King POV**

She was a traitor. A liar. A woman who had sunk her claws into me only to twist the knife the moment I let my guard down.

I should have killed her the moment she tried to betray me.

I should have put a bullet between those deceitful eyes, ended this sick obsession before it spread through my veins like a disease.

But I didn’t.

And now, she was *everywhere*—in my thoughts, in my bed, in my goddamn soul, clawing at me like a parasite I couldn't shake off.

My fingers curled around her wrists and I  growled loudly. She was so fucking tight like a silken glove around my cock.

And I didn’t even know if I wanted to hurt her or myself more. I was furious. Livid. Every part of me burned with the rage that she had lit inside me.

I grab her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck as I bite at the skin there.

“That's it Ivery, take me all in. This is where your pussy belongs to. You may hate me but your body doesn't. Look at how it's sucking me in.” 

I start to slide out, but then I drive in

again, rocking all the way back inside until my balls are resting on her ass, and she moans as her breath catches in her throat.

I start to roll my hips, rocking my cock in and out of her. Ivery moans and writhe, her back arching as I hold her hips and drive into her again and again.

I want to fill her up. I want to unload every drop of my cum inside her fragile body. Fuck it, I want to make her belly swollen with my child. Our child. Only then will she stop running from me? 

Will she stop stabbing my heart over and over again? 

I gave her everything—protection, a place by my side—and she threw it all away for what? Escape? Freedom? A fucking fantasy that she could outrun me?

She should have known better.

She will know better.

She wants to ruin me? Fine. Let her try.

But I swear on everything I own, everything I am—*I will ruin her first.*

I will take everything from her. Her choices, her freedom, her goddamn hope. She will know what it feels like to be trapped, to have every breath dictated by me.

I’ll make her regret the day she ever thought she could play this game with me.

Because I don’t lose.

And if I have to destroy her to prove that—so be it.

I growl as I grab her by the hips and just start to pound into her. The bed itself starts squeaking against the floor as I pound into her over and over again.

But the sounds of her sobs kept scraping against my skull like nails on glass. High, broken, endless.

She kept crying—soft, shuddering gasps that made something dark and ugly coil in my chest.

“Stop crying.” I hissed at her, holding her jaw. 

She didn’t.

"I said, shut the fuck up!" My voice snapped through the room, echoing off the walls.

She flinched beneath me, her breath hitching, but the tears didn’t stop. Her face was already damp, her lashes dripping, her body trembling beneath my weight.

Pathetic.

Fucking *pathetic*.

“You're crying? Your sobs won’t undo what happened, Ivery. Do you think I'll feel pity for you?” I sneered at her. 

"You weren’t crying when you were betraying me," My grip on her jaw went tighter, forcing her to look at me. "You weren’t crying when you walked into that VIP *room* like you didn’t belong to me. But now—" I let out a sharp, humorless laugh, "now that you’re trapped, you want to act like some innocent little lamb?"

“How many times I have to tell you, I didn’t choose to be there,” She choked out.

“No?” I laughed bitterly. “Then why didn’t you fight? Why didn’t you scream when he was taking you away? You looked so ready to walk out with him.”

“Because deep down, you liked the attention,” I sneered, leaning closer, my breath brushing her trembling lips. “Don’t lie to me, Ivery. You were born to make men weak, weren’t you? But here’s the truth—you’ll never be free of me. Not after this. Not ever.”

“So cry all you want, Ivery. Scream if you need to. But you’ll always end up here—with me. You belong to me, no matter how much you fight it or how much you pretend otherwise.”

“I hate you,” She said shakily, her words sounding weak. 

My lips curled into a dark, mocking smile. “Good.” I leaned closer, my voice now a low whisper in her ear. “Because love isn’t what keeps you here. It’s me. And I don’t care how much you hate me, Ivery. You’ll still belong to me.”

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The office was thick with the scent of cigars and expensive whiskey, a haze of smoke curling through the dim light. 

Diego leaned against my desk, arms crossed, his expression unreadable—but his words weren’t. “What has gone over you, Alrigo?  You never keep enemies this long. You never keep traitors *at all*.”

He exhaled sharply. "Everybody is already suspecting something’s off. Now your cousin Elias knows too. And if Elias knows, he’ll spread it like wildfire." His voice hardened. "You know what that means."

I already did. Elias was a vulture, circling for weakness, waiting for a moment to strike. If he got it into his head that Ivery was more than just a captive, he’d whisper poison into the ears of whom I hate the most. My father. 

“Alrigo if you won't take care of it, then I will.” Diego's voice raised, “I’ll kill Rowan and his sister myself—wipe out the problem before it festers.”

My jaw clenched and my eyes leveled to Diego, "No.”

"No?”

"Not yet," I amended, my voice cool. "Rowan still has uses. He’s a loose end, yes, but one I can pull when I need leverage."

Diego’s lips pressed into a thin line. "And *her*?"

"She’s still useful," I said finally. "She’s close enough to the Surñios gang to be an asset."

Diego let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. "*Bullshit*." He stepped closer, his voice lowering. "This isn’t about strategy. You don’t *want* to let her go. And you sure as hell don’t want me touching her."

"You think I’m weak, Diego?" My voice was calm, but laced with warning.

He didn’t back down. "I think you’re lying to yourself."

A slow, humorless smirk curved my lips. "I don’t lie to myself." I leaned in slightly. "And I don’t take orders from you."

For a moment, we just stared at each other, the weight of unspoken truths thick between us.

Finally, Diego let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Fine. Keep her. Keep pretending she’s an asset and not a goddamn noose around your neck." He turned for the door but hesitated, glancing over his shoulder. "Just don’t forget, Alrigo—when the time comes, you *will* have to choose."

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me in silence.

I exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over my jaw.

I had already chosen. 

And that was the damn problem.