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Lisa's P.O.V. I watched Davis hungrily. I was horny as hell, and I wanted him desperately. It felt like I had a craving that only he could satisfy. I ran my hand over those large muscular arms of his, working up towards his face. I pressed my half naked body against him, standing on the tips of my toes. My lips met his in a fervent passion, sucking and licking. My hands held him close, pushing him into me while pulling me into him, simultaneously. I know this is wrong. I know that I have to marry Chris and that I'll have to bear him a child. The rules to making a baby haven't changed. I will have to sleep with Chris, but all I want is Davis. I want him in me, on me, with me. There's no denying the hunger I have for him deep inside me. I want to pretend that it's not there, to make all this less complicated, but it's impossible. It's ingrained in me, and doesn't want to let go. He's safe, kind, warm, and caring. He's all that I want. All that I wish for now is Davis. "Are you sur
Chris' P.O.V. "Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" I asked Layla as she stood on her hands and knees before me. My hips slammed into her ass, making it jiggle the way I loved. "Yes, master. I love it! Fuck me harder!" She screamed out. I pushed deeper into her, pulling on that bun she loved to keep up high on her head. She knows I love to pull on it when I take her from behind like this. Layla knew how I liked it, and she didn't care if I pleasured her or not. She was only interested in taking care of me, and my needs. She's my little sex slave after all. Lisa probably won't let me fuck her again for a while, so for now Layla will have to do. I slapped Layla's ass hard, seeing it turn red. I loved the sound of her skin being hit. The feel of her plump ass on my hand made me grip it tightly. Layla squealed in pain, turning me on further. I thrusted deep into her, not caring about anything but finding my release. I tore into her pussy because it's mine and no one else's.
Lisa's P.O.V. Chris stood before me with accusation in his eyes. He smirked almost as if he were happy to have caught me with another man. I don't know how to explain this away. I thought I had gotten rid of him with my texts, but he somehow found me. Does he have a tracking app on my phone? This sick bastard. I felt the adrenaline kick in, forcing my heart to beat at a faster rate than I would have liked. Davis stepped in front of me, immediately making me feel safe. I didn't calm down though, because Davis can't beat Chris up the way he wants to. Chris would tell his dad everything and they would break the contract, causing Dad to lash out. "Let's go, Lisa. You're coming with me," Chris demanded. Not a word was spoken between Davis and I, but I knew he wouldn't let me go. He looked at Chris like he was ready to kill him. I really thought he might, but I don't need him going to jail for murder because of me. I was still trying to find a lie that was plausible enough for him t
Lisa's P.O.V. Chris very reluctantly placed me back on my feet. His cold eyes met mine before he pulled me by the hand back to the door. "Not a word Lisa, or it's going to be a lot worse," he warned me. My mind was racing, trying to find an escape. Maybe I could pop my thumb out of its socket and slip my hand out of the cuff. I've seen them do that in movies, but this isn't a movie and I don't know that I can do that. Chris pushed me to the side so I wouldn't be seen when he opened the door. He plastered a fake smile on his face before he turned the doorknob and opened it, letting it the moonlight. Next thing I knew there was a fist in Chris' face hitting him so hard he fell back. It pulled at the cuff roughly as he dead weighed against it. I let out a yell of surprise, covering my mouth as Chris' eyes looked at me before they snapped back to the person at the door. "You laid your hands on her again!" his voice boomed through the house in an accusatory tone. Davis. "Who do yo
Davis' P.O.V I placed Lisa on her passenger side seat, taking my place behind her wheel. I held my hand out for her to hand me the keys. My blood was still boiling and my heart was breaking. How dare he touch her? She was going to stay. I admired how adamantly she wanted to protect Lucas and Liv. She will set her own happiness aside for them. Willing to be broken and beaten to keep them safe and happy. I can never be mad at her for that, but God, do I wish she could understand that her happiness is just as important. She doesn't have to do this. We will all protect Lucas and Liv. They have many friends, a lot of them are just as powerful as her dad. I'll beat his ass if he ever comes for my girls. My girls. Lisa, Izzy, and Liv are my girls in different ways, but they each hold a big part of my heart. "Davis." Lisa's small voice brought me back to this moment. "I'm sorry." Her apology only hurt my heart further. She shouldn't be going through any of this. I grabbed the key
Lisa's P.O.V. Davis just bared his soul to me. He told me the darkest part of his past and it broke me to hear it. The man before me was not the same man from his past. The tragedy that had befallen him had changed him forever. It explained so much of who he was and who is now. Seeing Davis cry was the saddest thing I had ever witnessed. I didn't realize how much his tears would affect me. It felt like my heart had shattered inside my chest and was still trying to put itself back together. His question hung in the air for a few seconds. I know he's waiting for me to answer, but it's as if my voice had run away. I felt like I couldn't speak as I thought of his past more, and the choice laid before me. He told me there was a warrior in me, and I want to believe him so badly. I just don't see that in myself, but I will trust Davis. His offer is so tempting, and knowing his past now made my decision easier. He was right. There isn't much left for him to lose, so what do I have to lose b
Davis' P.O.V. I stirred in my sleep, feeling as if I were floating in the ocean carried by the waves. Only this felt so much better than that. She had my dick wrapped in a warm embrace, feeling ready to spurt my load already. My eyes squinted as I tried to blink away the sleep. I found Lisa jumping on my dick with a smirk on her face. Jesus fucking Christ, this woman is everything. I'd never been woken up like this before, but a man can definitely get used to this. I sat up, wrapping my arm around her back and gripping the top of her shoulder from behind. I pulled her further down as I thrusted deep inside her. She moaned in pleasure, throwing her head back and exposing her delicate neck. I sucked on it, determined to leave a mark. "Davis," she whispered my name with a moan. I kissed her until I reached the hill of her breasts. I wrapped my tongue around the hardened bud of her nipple before I began to suck on it. She lost it when I swirled my tongue around her nipple. She swa
Lisa’s P.O.V. “So? When did this happen?” Liv asked me, taking sweet Abi back. She was asking about Davis and I. I could see Lucas was talking to Davis about something in the kitchen. They were keeping their voices low, letting me know they were more than likely talking about me. I smiled at Liv with the heat of my blush, staining my cheeks. “Not long. He saved me one day, and then he started to train me after I saw your fight. Things just kind of escalated from there.” “I am glad. He’s good for you, Lisa. Davis is a wonderful man, and this is the first time I’ve seen him interested in a woman. I am not going to lie, I thought he was secretly gay or something,” she laughed. “Really?” I did not know that Davis had been so conservative before me. I just assumed that he had many women. He is handsome beyond reason, any woman’s wet dream. How can he not have women falling over themselves to get to him? I am sure he did, but I guess he denied them all. “Yeah, really. I mean, I’
Lisa’s P.O.V. “Are you guys ready to see your baby?” The technician asked as I held Mandy’s with Davis’ hand in my other. Mandy was an angel and had agreed to be our surrogate. We inseminated her almost 2 months ago now and are finally going to see our baby for the first time. I didn’t think this would, but when Mandy called and told me she got the positive pregnancy test, I cried like a baby. It still astounds me how much my life has changed since Davis entered it. For once, I believe I can have a happy ending too, and it is only getting happier. “Very!” I smiled, squeezing Mandy’s hand in excitement. The technician squeezed the blue gel on Mandy’s lower abdomen, placing the ultrasound wand over her skin. She moved the wand around until the image of a small baby appeared, but as she moved it around more, I could swear I saw another. They told us there was a possibility that we could end up with more than one baby, but I never imagined we’d luck out like that. “Is that- Is it two?” I
Davis’ P.O.V. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.” I woke Lisa, brushing that long beautiful hair of hers back. We’d just gotten back from our week-long honeymoon, where we stayed in our room for almost the entire trip. We couldn’t seem to break apart long enough to enjoy a lot of the things in Hawaii, but I wouldn’t change how it went. “Good morning, my handsome husband.” It was no longer a Viking and his Warrior, no, it was now a husband and his wife. Although, the Viking and Warrior are still there, just hidden for a moment. “Do you think she’s awake?” Lisa asked about our princess. “Probably, she’s missed us, even though she had fun with Izzy.” I was surprised that Izzy offered to watch Calliope. At first Lisa’s mother was going to, but I couldn’t deny this sister bonding moment. Lisa’s mom watched Calliope while Izzy worked, but our princess was with her sister most of the time. “Then let’s go greet her.” Lisa beamed at me with that bright smile of hers. I kissed her tende
Lisa’s P.O.V. “You look so pretty, mommy,” Calliope flashed me those beautiful white teeth of hers. She was my flower girl, and would be walking in front of me as I made my way to my dream, to my Viking. Her sweet ruffled dress danced around her beautifully as she swayed before me. It was a light blush pink that looked so beautiful on her. I really think it’s her favorite color. “Thank you, but I think you look prettier.” Mom, Liv, and Calliope were all in the room with me getting ready. We had our hair and makeup done, all that was left to do was put the dress on. I never imagined I would be here, marrying a man like Davis, marrying Davis really. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get a man like him. One that loves so unconditionally, so protectively, so intensely. Yet here I stand ready to marry him, so ready, I may run down the aisle. **Song suggestion: Fall into me by Forest Blakk** The dress slid on my body like a glove, hugging my hips in its silky material.
Davis' P.O.V. "I swear to God if she's got the teacher on her side too, I'm setting this school on fire," Lisa said with a rage in her eyes as we approached the school's front doors. I loved seeing how protective she is of our daughter. Our daughter. I loved being able to say that. To know that Lisa and I now had a child together. Yes, it wasn’t the conventional way, but it was even better than that. If only this school could see our daughter for how amazing she is. Her teacher had called us this morning, asking us to come in and speak to her about Calliope. She wasn't specific about the why, just that it was important. She has concerns apparently, although about what she wouldn't say over the phone. "I'll bring the matches." Lisa smirked that wicked little smirk of hers as we entered the building. She's grown so strong and wild now. Her warrior was always out on the surface unless she was caring for Calliope. Now she has a beast that she unleashes whenever it comes to defending
Lisa's P.O.V. "I know she's been through a lot before she was placed with you, but we do not tolerate violence in this school. You need to have a serious talk with Calliope about her behavior. We can only be so understanding." It took everything in me not to yell at this woman before me. She called herself the headmistress, but I'll call her a warden with the way she treats the children. She doesn't deserve to hold the title of principle. "We'll talk to her, Mrs. Vinx. We appreciate your understanding, and will be taking her home for today. Thank you," Davis answered. Davis surprised me with the way he was calmly handling this. He stood, and I followed, seeing he was ready to leave even though Mrs. Vinx seemed anything but done. I followed him out of the office, seeing Calliope with tear-streaked cheeks on a small chair beside the door. "Let's go," Davis told her, walking right past her. She hurriedly followed, not taking my hand when I offered it. I don't know what Mrs. Vinx
Lisa's P.O.V. We have everything slowly going towards Calliope’s adoption. We were just waiting on the court date now. I don't understand why it's so damn hard to adopt a kid. Still, I'm trying not to complain, because I have a daughter now. She's mine, my sweet girl. "Calliope, are you ready to go?" I called up to her in her room. Calliope’s tastes in fashion have become more bold and girly. She's been coming out of her shell more and more, especially after opening up to us. She still sees her psychologist and therapist once a week, and she's doing brilliantly at school. "Ready, Mommy." She stood at the top of the stairs, a picture of utter perfection. She had on a sweet pink floral dress and her favorite pink shoes, that didn't really match the style of the dress. No way am I denying her favorite shoes. "Let's go buy me a wedding dress." I smiled at her, having her grab my hand when she was on the last step. She jumped with an excited smile. I have been having her help me
Lisa’s P.O.V. “He left it to you, Lisa.” Anthony had just shocked the hell out of me. Dad had left the business to me. After everything he had done and said, he left it to me. “So what do you want to do?” “Sell it. I’ll create my own business from the money. Whatever money is left anyway. I know with dad embezzling that we probably owe people money.” Dad can go fuck himself if he thinks I am going to keep this business. Did he think that I would fix it up and he would get out of jail and still have it to come back to? He was sorely mistaken. He’s even more mistaken if he thinks this fixes anything he’s done. This must have been what he meant when he said he hoped his actions would speak louder than his words. Only his actions were confusing, too. Did he do this because he really felt bad? Or because he wanted me to fix his business? Maybe it was because he still wanted to have some kind of hold on me. Whatever the case, I won’t fix the business that caused him to be this way. "
Davis’ P.O.V. Calliope watched me carefully as I made her bed. I had done this many times for Izzy when she was younger. It was something I was used to, even though I hadn’t done it in over a decade. This little girl seemed so scared of me, and all I wanted to do was offer her a hug. “All ready for you, princess.” I patted the bed for her, giving her my warmest smile, but it didn’t convince her in the slightest. “Let’s get you back in bed now.” Lisa guided her to bed, tucking her in as I stayed back so as not to frighten her further. Lisa took my hand as we left the room, but I heard Calliope whisper “thank you” to me before I was out of earshot. Progress. I got Lisa to go back to sleep, but sleep evaded me the rest of the night. So, I decided to make a breakfast of champions when 7 rolled around. I wanted Calliope to wake up to a big meal, one she could pick her favorites from. I made a large array of foods. Omelets, pancakes, waffles, even crepes, were made for her to choose
Calliope’s P.O.V. Mommy and Daddy have always told me I was a smart girl, too smart, they said. I knew they weren’t saying it to be nice. They would have liked it if I were stupid, so they could get away with more. My eyes were always watching what they were doing. I knew they were not doing good things, but they kept doing it, anyway. ‘You tell anyone about this and you’re dead, you hear me, Cali?’ Daddy would threaten me any time I saw him selling that funny white powder in a tiny baggie. I would just nod my head and keep quiet, because I learned long ago that saying anything would make Daddy hurt me. ‘She's just a little girl, Mateo. She won't say anything.’ Mommy would try to defend me, but the moment Daddy gave her a look, she would stop. Mommy didn’t want to get hit either, so she never fought hard for me. She would rather I get hit than her. It’s okay though, because I would rather Daddy hit me over her, too. When Daddy is done hitting me, Mommy takes extra good care of m