Chapter 52: Anything
Rebecca’s POV
He spun me around so fast the room blurred, pressing my hips hard against the marble island. The edge bit into my stomach—not painfully, but enough to remind me of the fragile life growing inside. One big hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as his other hand shoved my thin dress up over my hips in one rough motion.
"Hands on the counter," he ordered, already freeing his thick, heavy cock from his trousers. It slapped hot and heavy against my ass, already leaking precum. "Spread your legs."
I obeyed instantly, trembling as I braced my palms on the cool marble. The bowl of food sat forgotten beside us.
Kaden kicked my feet wider, then shoved two thick fingers into my pussy without warning. I gasped sharply, my walls clenching around the sudden stretch. I was already shamefully wet—whether from fear, the pregnancy hormones, or the twisted pull between us, I didn’t know.
"Always so fucking ready for me," he grunted, pumping his fingers deep and fast, curling them against that spot that made my knees buckle. "My pup inside you is making this greedy little cunt drip for its father."
He removed his fingers, replaced them with the blunt head of his cock, and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I cried out, the sound echoing through the kitchen as he filled me completely, stretching me wide around his massive girth. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard and deep from behind, his hips snapping against my ass with wet, obscene slaps. Each powerful thrust rocked my entire body forward against the island.
"Fuck—yes," he snarled, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise while the other stayed tangled in my hair. "This is what ’anything’ means, bitch. You’re going to take my cock whenever I want, however I want, while my heir grows in your belly."
He pounded into me relentlessly, the apron brushing against my back with every thrust. The angle was perfect—his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve, his heavy balls slapping my clit. Pleasure mixed with the sting of pain, turning my sobs into broken moans.
Kaden suddenly pulled out, spun me to face him, and lifted me onto the marble island in one smooth motion. Bowls and utensils clattered to the floor. He shoved my thighs wide apart, hooked my legs over his elbows, and drove back inside me. This position let him go impossibly deeper. His eyes locked on my stomach as he fucked me, watching the way my body took him.
"Fuck," he growled, his voice raw. "My pup is in here—" he pressed a big hand over my lower belly.
He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a punishing kiss, biting my lip as his hips rolled in deep, grinding circles. Then he straightened, pulled my legs up higher, and railed me even harder. The island creaked under us. My breasts bounced with every savage thrust. I came suddenly, violently, screaming as my walls spasmed around his cock.
Kaden didn’t slow. He fucked me through it, then flipped me again—this time bending me over the island so my breasts pressed against the cool surface. He re-entered me from behind, one hand wrapping around to rub my swollen clit while the other gripped my throat possessively.
"You’ll submit completely," he panted, pounding into me with brutal precision. "You’ll warm my bed every night. You’ll carry every pup I put in you. And Stephanie lives—as long as you keep being this perfect fucking hole for me."
I moaned helplessly, another orgasm building fast. The pregnancy made everything more intense—every drag of his cock felt electric. Kaden’s thrusts grew erratic, deeper, more animalistic. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He stayed buried deep, grinding through the aftershocks, making sure every drop stayed inside me.
Only when he was spent did he pull out slowly, watching his cum drip down my thighs with dark satisfaction. He yanked me upright, turned me to face him, and kissed me again—slower this time, but still possessive.
"Clean yourself up," he said roughly, tucking himself away. "Then finish eating. My pup needs the strength."
I stood there on shaky legs, cum leaking down my thighs, chest heaving.
The ruthless Alpha King had just claimed me again—in the most raw, primal way possible—right there in the kitchen where he’d cooked for his unborn child.
And the worst part? Some dark, broken part of me was starting to crave it.
I pulled down my clothes with trembling fingers, my face burning with a mixture of raw shame and lingering heat. My legs were shaking so violently I could barely support my own weight as I dragged myself back over to the stool.
I sat down, the cold wood pressing against my sore body, and forced myself to pick up the fork again. With Kaden standing right there, his dark, heavy gaze locked onto me, I forced the remaining pieces of steak and vegetables past my lips.
Every swallow felt like sandpaper against my throat, but I forced it all down. I had to.
Once the bowl was completely empty, I set the fork down and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, keeping my eyes fixed firmly on the marble counter.
"Follow me," Kaden commanded roughly, his voice slicing through the silence of the kitchen.
He didn’t wait for a response. He turned on his heel and strode out of the kitchen. I immediately stood up, ignoring the slick friction of his spilled seed dripping down the inside of my thighs, and followed him.
We walked back through the grand, echoing hallways in complete silence. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I looked at his broad, muscular back.
We climbed the grand staircase and walked straight back into his massive, luxurious bedroom. The heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind us, and the sound felt like the closing of a trap.
Not knowing what else to do, I instantly walked over to the furthest corner of the room, shrinking against the wall to make myself look as small and non-threatening as possible. I stood there, my hands clasped in front of my gown, waiting for the next blow to fall.
Kaden walked over to his desk, but instead of sitting down, he turned around and leveled a long, intense look at me.
"Sit," he ordered, gesturing toward the soft velvet armchair near the unlit fireplace.
I quickly moved across the room and sat down, sinking into the plush fabric. I kept my gaze cast downward, my mind spinning with a thousand frantic questions.
Why am I still here? I wondered, my chest tightening with anxiety. Why hasn’t he sent me back to my room? Why is he keeping me in his room?
"The pack healer and the midwife are on their way," Kaden announced, his voice surprisingly calm but laced with an underlying, possessive gravity. "They are coming to confirm if you are truly pregnant with my heir."
My breath hitched, my heart racing at a dangerous speed.
Was I actually pregnant?
There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind. The sudden, overwhelming sensitivity of my body, the way he has been acting towards me... it explained absolutely everything. His seed had taken root inside me.
I simply nodded, not trusting my voice to speak as I stared at the intricate patterns on the rug.
A heavy, suffocating silence settled over the room again. Kaden paced over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over his vast kingdom. The afternoon light caught the sharp lines of his jaw and the rich texture of his dark silk shirt.
For a long time, neither of us spoke. But the explosive, violent tension that usually filled the air between us felt... different now. It had shifted. The blind rage that normally radiated off him was completely gone, replaced by a deep, quiet, and unsettlingly possessive aura.
He turned away from the window, his heavy footsteps silent against the thick rug as he approached the armchair. He didn’t stop until he was standing directly over me, his presence completely consuming. Slowly, he reached down, his large forefinger hooking under the edge of the silver choker around my neck.
He didn’t pull it to hurt me. Instead, he just traced the metal, his dark eyes boring into mine with a sudden, unreadable intensity.
"My brother," Kaden murmured, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly tone that vibrated against my skin. "What did you feel when you met him?"
I froze, my breath catching tightly in my throat. I stared up at him, my mind spinning into utter chaos. His brother? Why was he asking about him now, of all times? Was this another trap? A wave of pure confusion washed over me, paralyzing my tongue before I could even attempt to formulate a lie or an answer.
Before I could force a single syllable past my parted lips, a polite knock echoed through the heavy mahogany door, cutting through the suffocating tension in the room like a blade.
Kaden didn’t take his eyes off me for a second, but his jaw clenched as he stepped back, releasing the silver choker.
"Come in," he commanded, his voice instantly reverting to its cold, authoritative royal tone.
The heavy latch clicked, and the door swung open. Two elderly women walked into the bedroom, their expressions solemn and deeply respectful. I recognized them immediately from the scent of crushed herbs and clinical sterility that rolled off them—the pack healer and the midwife.
The moment their eyes dropped from Kaden’s face straight to my stomach, my heart began racing at a terrifyingly fast speed.
