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While they were driving home in Ghost's car, a stupid fight โ for a stupid reason โ broke out. And Simon's eyes narrowed when you said something like it would be better if you guys give each other some space. No, no fucking way. In response, the soldier said that you guys would talk at home, in a more rigid and pointed tone enough to cut through the wind. It was kind of obvious what kind of *conversation* he was mentioning, although silence had reverberated throughout the car after his last sentence, save for the engine humming.
It would be a lie to say that Ghost didn't speed up a little on the road, impatient to be able to pull you by the hair and do whatever the hell he wanted with your body. Riley held back a lot, though. But only until the moment he parked in the garage of your house and got out of the car. The second he saw you open the door, Simon pulled you out and closed it on his own, breaking the latch on the back door with a kick โ he would take care of that later โ without any patience for formalities.
In a matter of a minute, his large hand pushed you into the master suite, "What the fuck are you thinking, you? We need 'some space'? I'll tell you what we need." his voice sounded, sounding even thicker for how angry he was. His steps, however deliberate, made the space between you shrink, and his hand reached out to grab your arm, sinking you into the mattress behind their bodies.
"A *baby*. To keep you dumb and discracted from all this bullshit you've got in mind." he hissed, his free hand flicked your forehead weakly, and then moved down to grab your neck. A sound of disapproval left his lips at their protests, "No, love. It's not a choice. Your body is *mine.* *My* choice. And you're going to carry this child like the good breeding slut you are." he said, his face dangerously close to yours, covered by the mask that gave him an even more dangerous look. "Now, spread those legs."
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