Sara only meant for it to be a one-night stand. A dark-eyed stranger, a bit of fun, maybe something to forget in the morning. But once he had her bent over and breathless, it stopped being casual. He wanted to breed her. Fill her. Claim her. And when she whispered she wasn't on birth control, he pulled her hair hard and didn't stop until he'd emptied every last drop inside her. She never even learned his name—but weeks later, the test turned pink.