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He grunted, pounding into me faster now. I couldn’t just let him fuck me into submission.

“Jax, we can’t.” I pleaded in-between hard thrusts. “I’m your mother.”

“You’re not.” The look he gave me was scorching—he gazed at me like I was his. “But don’t worry. I’m going to make you a mommy.”

“Please, Jax, you can’t cum in me. I’m not on birth control.”

The words that should have stopped him seemed to turn him on instead. He slammed into me, taking me hard and fast, chasing after his own pleasure.

Then his cock throbbed as he groaned, guttural and masculine. Warmth pooled in my lower belly.

He just…

This couldn’t be real.

Then he kissed me, pressing his lips hard against me. Taking advantage when I gasped in shock, to deepen the kiss, tangling his tongue against mine eagerly.

In a daze, all I did was take it. Like I took his cock in my body, and the cum that was so deep inside me, I didn’t even feel a drop slip out.

My stepson’s dick was still inside me. His cum was cooling in my womb.

Oh, God. What had I done?

EIGHT

JAX

Delila woke up, finally, while I was in the middle of fucking her.

The Benadryl had made her sleep so deeply, it would have been easy for me to cum in her once or twice, without her knowing a thing—just left her sleeping in her room, filled with my seed and unaware. She never would have suspected anything. But I needed her to know that it was me. To know who tied her down and bred her. She needed to know whose baby she’d soon be carrying.

Delila was still groggy from being drugged; her expression was still drowsy, as if she were struggling to stay awake. But tears glistened in the corner of her deep blue eyes.

She’d realized what I’d done to her.

With one finger, I tipped Delila’s chin, forcing her to look at me.

I wanted to kiss away her tears and make everything better. But I couldn’t. The time for forgiveness and winning her over was later. I wasn’t finished with her yet.

“You and I both know that my father isn’t an understanding man. If he hears about this, he’ll never forgive you.” It was cruel, but I needed to remind Delila of exactly who she’d married. Had to make sure that she knew that running to my dad for help wouldn’t work. “I’ll make you a deal. I will go to the store and buy you a Plan B. My father never has to know. I will never touch you again… if he comes home tonight and takes you on that date he promised you.”

Plan B wouldn’t work for her, anyway. The period tracker said that right now she was ovulating, and there was nothing Plan B could do to stop it. Besides, I had cummed in her five times so far—she might be pregnant with our baby already.

“What if he doesn’t come?” Delila asked, her voice small and shaky.

He wouldn’t.

I’d already read through his messages. He had finally left work to spend quality time with his little whore.

“Then I’m going to fuck you again. Give you that baby you wanted.”

“Jax, no. You can’t.”

“You trust my dad? Think that he’s going to take you on that date?”

She hesitated… in a way that suggested a part of her knew the truth. Eventually, she gave me a nod, small and a little unsure.

“Then take the deal.”