"Fuck," I moaned through the gag. I came to Vincent's office to tell him about my brother, only to be handcuffed, blinded, and gagged with a vibrator shoved up my two holes. My eyes rolled back, and I was drooling past the gag as my legs twitched.

My seventh orgasm. I was being tortured; I was crying, drooling, and begging. I could feel his presence on top of me. The vibrators had been on the highest level. It hurts so bad it feels good, too good, I can't take it.

"Please," I moaned.

This is a punishment for weeks of disrespect; I can't say I'm not enjoying it.

The gag was ripped off, and I sighed. "Please, what, A'roya? Go ahead?"

"P–please, sir, I'm sorry." I cried with gasps.

I hear him curse under his breath, the vibrators still on; my moans echo the room that Vincent randomly has hidden in his office.

The vibrators suddenly stopped, and I gasped loudly, panting; as they were removed and in their place, Vincent slammed inside me.

"Ah, fuck!" I sobbed as he thrust deeply, pumping in and out of me roughly. My moans, my cries, and begging were loud and unfiltered, but I couldn't stop making noise, it felt so good, yet I was so spent and overstimulated I couldn't think; the pleasure was getting to my head.

He pounded into me with short, deep, quick thrusts, raising my hips, and my legs onto his shoulders and leaning in, lifting his hips and slamming into me repeatedly, drilling into my hole. My eyes widened behind the blindfold; my hands were restricted from doing anything, making me go crazy; I jerked against the handcuffs as if that would do something. I was going to explode. I didn't want another orgasm. I was going to lose my mind.

"Please stop," I whined. "I'm sorry, sir, I won't ever–" He grabbed my throat and hammered into me, going at an unrelenting force that made me scream. I squirted so damn hard, toes curled, my legs useless, I couldn't feel them, and I don't think I'm going to feel my pussy after either.

Vincent kept going, beating into me, but my body was spent; I saw stars as he pushed deeply into me, then I saw the midnight sky, or what I thought was the sky at midnight; that was just me passing out, though.

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I groaned, digging my face into the soft pillows and shoving my leg in between a warm pad which just so happened to be Vincent. "A'roya, wake up,"

I mumbled, 'leave me alone,' and he gripped my shoulder and started shaking me. "Vincent! You monkey!" I glared at him.

He only shrugged. "Still want some more, don't you?"

I turned around very quickly. I cannot handle anymore, please. Vincent chuckled, kissing my shoulder. "I'm kidding; you passed out yesterday." He said calmly, burying his head in my bare neck.

"Courtesies of you."

"I do take pride in my work." He said, kissing my neck.

"Vincent, please, get away from me. You've proven to be a dangerous individual."

I could feel Vincent's eyes narrowing behind me. "Shut the hell up. Didn't you say you had something to tell me?"

"Oh, yea!" I turned around to face him. "You know that video Jericho gave me?"

"Yes?"

"Well, he forced me to watch it, I thought it was going to be about him, but my mother was beating another child; it turns out that child's our older brother."

"Excuse me?" Vincent's brows furrowed.

"My mother almost killed him, busted his head open in the video, but my dad was able to get some specialist to treat him in Switzerland; his frontal lobe was removed, though."

Vincent looked speechless for once in his life. "How?"

"I don't actually know; all I know is that his name is Atlas; because the frontal lobe is missing, he doesn't have social boundaries or manners, but he has a wife and three children. He's also coming for the court case."

"In six months?"

I nodded. "In six months." I stretched.

"What about Elora's wedding?"

"It isn't until a day after your birthday."

Vincent scoffed. "November twenty-second."

"Yup, are you ready to turn thirty-three?" I teased.

"Fuck you, A'roya. It's six months away."

I laughed. "What?! I asked a simple question."

Vincent glared at me. "Get up; we're still in my office."

I gasped. "Vincent?! Your co-workers–?!"

"Don't worry about them. I'll tell them to forget you screaming my name." I narrowed my eyes as he continued. "And I'll teleport us back to the house, so no one will see your walk of shame."

I stuck up my middle finger, and he winked at me.

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"Oh, Elora, you look so beautiful," Selene whispered as we walked in.

"I have....no words; you look pretty," Khassy said.

Elora wiped her tears before they reached her cheeks. "Thank you," she smiled. "I'm so excited. I don't know why so many people are so nervous."

Phoebe chuckled, holding three-month-old Journee. "Elora, you lack the ability to overthink; that's why."

"If only everyone could be like you." Helen sighed, playing with the ruffles of Elora's creamed color wedding dress.

When Elora's mother discovered that Elora wasn't a virgin, through the color of her dress, she flipped, cursing in Greek toward Finnegan for ruining her daughter. Elora's dad, on the hand, said it was normal. I mean, what did she expect?

Elora found it quite embarrassing, but Khassy and I found it hilarious.

"I remember when you were a young buck," I teased.

Elora rolled her eyes. "A'roya shut the hell up."

"Speaking as if you were thirty when she was born." Khascian shook her head.

I shrugged. "Maybe I was." I laughed.

Helen and Selene giggled as Phoebe shook her head. "It's almost time; fix yourselves, ladies," Phoebe announced.

Phoebe and Jericho eloped in August, a month after Journee was born. They wanted it small and private because our family wouldn't be able to get through anything without drama, and they wanted their special day without any drama.

Khassy and Silas are still dating. Khascian found where her brother was finally; he was in Germany. She'll be heading to the airport with Silas after the wedding to visit him.

Vincent and I? You already know we are the legendary duo of the century. We decided to have our wedding in December instead of next year because why not? Also, I have a huge surprise; god, he's going to be baffled.

I'm actually three and a half months pregnant. I didn't know until last week. I had symptoms but no bump, so I always thought it was just my body wanting to be pregnant, but no, I'm actually pregnant. Vincent hasn't figured it out, and he has no clue.

He stays out of my thoughts for the most part, so I can see why he doesn't know.

"Get out there and do your thing, girl." Selene squealed.

Elora nodded as her father came in.

"Hi, Mr. Baros." Khascian and I recited.

He smiled. "Hello, girls," he smiled at Elora. "You look stunning, η κόρη μου." (My daughter)

Selene, Helen, and Phoebe squealed, teasing Elora as she linked her arm to her father's.

"Let's go; we bridesmaids need to clear the road for the bride," I announced, bowing for Elora as she giggled.

Reagan was the flower girl; she looked so pretty, so adorable. It made me hope that Vincent and I have a daughter in our lifetime. This baby, I feel, is a baby boy.

"I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us."

"With this ring, I, Finnegan Clancy, take you, Elora Sophia Baros, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me through all our years and in all that life may bring us."

"With this ring, I, Elora Baros, take you, Finnegan Declan Clancy, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me through all our years and in all that life may bring us."

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"I'm going to miss you." Khassy and I hugged Elora.

"Treat her right." I teased Finnegan; he just smiled at me.

"Yes, ma'am,"

"Reagan and I are going to have a good time with uncle Vincent." I cooed.

Silas snickered. "'Uncle Vincent' is crazy."

Vincent glared at him. "No, the fuc–" Vincent groaned. "It's just Vincent."

Elora's smile never wiped off her face. "Let me go say bye to my mom; also, tell your dad I said thank you for the wedding gift,"

"Will do!" I said in a high-pitched voice.

"Bye, bye, daddy and mommy!" Reagan waved.

"Bye, sweetheart." Elora kissed her cheek.

"Don't be too much trouble." Finnegan winked at her before being pulled away by Elora.

Vincent looked at Reagan and then at me. "Why did you volunteer for babysitting duties?"

I lifted up Reagan, making her squeal. "Because she's so cute, aren't you?"

Reagan nodded. "Mhmm, I'm bery (very) cute, mister!"

Vincent scoffed.

"Have fun with that, Vinnie," Silas smirked, holding Khassy by the waist.

Vincent stuck the middle finger up at him.

Khassy rolled her eyes. "Silas and I have a plane to catch in an hour. I would help out with babysitting, but... y'all got it." Khassy winked at me.

Of course, she knew; why else would I be so interested in children lately if I wasn't pregnant? She figured me out, and I think Elora knows too.

No wonder why they canceled two girls' nights. I can't drink...this is actually embarrassing.

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"Reagan's asleep," I whispered, plopping onto the bed.

"Finally, I didn't think I could reread princess and pea. Does she know how fucking old that story is?"

I laughed. "You might start doing that soon," I hinted.

Vincent scoffed, pulling off his shirt. "I hope the fuck not."

Oh shit...

Vincent stopped whatever he was doing and stared at me with furrowed brows. "What do you mean 'oh shit.'?"

I gulped. "Vincent, you might have to...."

"I might have to what? Come on now."

"You might have to read stories at night."

Vincent's eyes widened. "Why?"

"Because," I dragged. "I'm pregnant."

Vincent's mouth went wide. "Um, wow."