Page 63 of Unholy Nights

"You're pregnant." I say the words and her entire body goes rigid. She stops rocking and tries to turn to look at me. "Shh. Stay still, little one. You don't want to get caught." I wrap my arm around her waist to hold her steady and keep her from moving. "It's true." My hand moves lower, sliding over her dress to the spot where my baby is growing. "You're going to give me a child. The first of many."

"What? How..."

I push my hips up. "I think you know how."

"How long have you known?"

"I'll tell you everything later. But just know," I spread my fingers over her stomach, "I want this more than I've ever wanted anything."

She takes one of her hands off the arm of the chair-slash-throne and puts it over mine on her stomach. "Me, too," she whispers.

This right here is the best gift I've ever gotten.

I need to make this girl come before I explode. If she can't rock her hips, then I'll move for her. I shift my other handbetween her thighs, back up under her skirt, and I rub her clit. Her reaction is immediate, a shudder working its way through her. I lean forward until my lips are pressed against her ear. "You're going to come on my cock right here in the middle of this room while all these people watch you without knowing that's what they're watching."

She's panting now, her hips jerking forward and back in a barely-there movement that no one is going to notice unless they're looking for it. “You’re going to show them what they’ll never have. What belongs to me,” I growl into her ear. Her nails dig into the fabric on the arms of the throne, and she bites her bottom lip. She's close. So am I.

I'm going to fill Emerald with my cum in the middle of her mother's Christmas party.

And then I'm going to destroy my wife.

Emerald gaspsand her head falls back against my shoulder again as her cunt starts spasming around me. I have to fight to keep from groaning out loud when I follow her over the edge. My cock jerks and my cum fills her pussy. The relief from coming after being hard for her for so long is almost overwhelming.

I press a kiss to her neck, and she smiles as her eyes drift open. She looks out into the crowd, her gaze hazy and content. "They can't see, right? Nobody's staring at us," she whispers to me after looking around the room and seeing that no one gives a fuck.

"No, little one. They can't see. They're too busy worrying about what everyone else thinks of them to notice anything we're doing."

We sit for a while, catching our breath while my cock softens inside of her. Eventually, I slip out and I shove two fingers inside her pussy to make sure she doesn't lose a drop of my gift. Once I'm satisfied, I tug her panties back into place and catch Madeline's eye as I suck my fingers into my mouth.

Everything's been set into motion and there's no going back. Madeline's powerless to stop it now.

"I love you," Emerald whispers against my skin, her face buried in my neck. "So much it terrifies me sometimes."

"Don't be afraid." I tilt her face up to mine while tucking myself back into my pants. "Anyone who tries to touch you or our child will cease to exist. Starting tonight."

Right on cue, the first phone chimes. Then another. And another, until the sound fills the ballroom like a symphony of destruction. The link has gone out.

Let the show begin.

Madeline's barely held it together since Emmitt cut ties last week. I've watched her spiral, firing staff and making threats as her carefully planned holiday season imploded. The charity auction's cancellation alone cost her millions in lost contracts and social capital. But looking at her tonight, you’d never know. She’s wearing her CEO mask, every crack plastered over with bullshit as she plays perfect hostess to the very people who've been whispering about her downfall.

Her desperation is a tangible thing, almost like a bad smell she’s giving off as she makes her rounds. She still thinks she has cards left to play. Still thinks she can salvage her control.

She has no idea what's coming.

Madeline's head snaps up from across the room, her perfect hostess smile faltering as she registers the wave of notifications. Her eyes narrow as she watches her guests reaching for their phones, that calculating look I've been waiting for crossing her face. She starts moving through the crowd, trying to assess the threat to her control, but she's too late.

I hold Emerald closer as chaos erupts in elegant whispers and sharp inhales. Watching everything Madeline built crumble around us is almost as satisfying as the way Emerald curls into me, seeking protection even as her mother's reign ends.

Richard Whitaker moves first, exactly as I knew he would. His face goes from red to purple as he reads, designer glassshattering in his grip. "You manipulative bitch," he snarls, turning on her. "You've been blackmailing my entire family for a decade."

Madeline's plastic smile doesn't waver, but her fingers tighten around her champagne flute until her knuckles go white. "Richard, I'm sure there's been some mistake—"

"No mistake." Katherine Ashworth steps forward, generations of old money social power radiating from her rigid posture as she grips her phone. "The proof is right here. How you used my grandson's accident to force our merger. How you've been stealing from your own charitable foundation."

Madeline stalks through the crowd, which parts before her like she's contagious, as her guests continue scrolling through the evidence of her crimes.

"You said you'd protect my daughter," Elizabeth Caldwell's voice shakes with rage. "Instead, you helped Emmitt hide what he did to her. Helped him do it to others."

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