Page 15 of Unholy Nights

She could be pregnant with my baby before the sun rises.

I could fall asleep this way, inside of her as I slowly soften and drift off, her body and mine connected while her body accepts the gift I just gave it.

Unfortunately, if my stepdaughter were to wake up right now, it would ruin everything.

So I slip from the bed and tug her panties back into place. They'll hold in the mess I've left behind long enough for my boys to do what I put them here to do. After that, it doesn't matter ifthey leak out. If she's pregnant, all of this will be over. If not... I'll just have to try again.

And again.

And again.

As many times as it takes to bind her to me permanently.

I briefly consider trying to change the sheets, but decide to leave them. Hopefully she'll think she started her period. What else could she possibly think happened when she doesn't really know what sex is or how it works?

How babies are made.

I bend down and grab my boxers, pulling them on over my half-hard dick that's still stained with the blood of her innocence. Then I grab my joggers, slipping those on too. I look at her one last time before I leave, the vision of her sleeping soundly, her womb filled with my cum and the sheets beneath her bloody, is something that will live in my fantasies for years to come.

Committing that image to memory, I slip out of her room, shutting and locking the door behind me, and make my way back to my own. Once I'm there, I fall back onto the bed, still in a state of blissful post-orgasmic euphoria. My entire body is buzzing with the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of my life. But underneath the pleasure, there's a deep sense of peace and contentment that's settled in my bones. For the first time in my life, everything feels right. Like everything I've been working for over the last two years is finally falling into place.

Emerald is mine now.

She may be having my baby.

And all that's left to do is make her fall in love with me.

I wakeup feeling like my brain’s made of cotton candy.

My head is fuzzy, sure, but more concerning, there's this deep ache between my legs that I've never felt before. Like I've been split in two and hastily glued back together, but the glue hasn't quite dried yet. Every tiny movement makes me aware of places inside me I didn't even know could hurt, places I've never thought about before.

I blink up at my ceiling, marveling at the little imperfections in the paint on the crown molding as I try to piece together what's wrong with me. The gray light from the snow-covered world outside leaves dull and dark enough that I want to bury myself in my covers and go back to sleep.

I know I can't give in to that, and even if I wanted to, it'd be impossible because everything feels... off.

Maybe I'm getting sick?

The thought drifts through the marshmallow fluff in my mind as I shift under the covers, wincing at the soreness that radiates through my body. My muscles ache as if they've been stretched beyond their limits. It reminds me of the day after one of my trainer Ilya’s brutal workouts.

Except all I did was sleep, so what the heck?

And Pilates with Ilya never gets me sore between my legs.

I glance down at my sheets, and my stomach drops when I see the brownish-red stains on the formerly pristine white fabric. Ugh, just what I needed—my period to show up two weeks early. I guess this explains why I feel like death warmed over. Cramps have always been horrible for me, but I don't remember ever having cramps quite like this before.

Fragments of the dreams I think I had last night float through the sticky cloudiness of my mind. Really, you could call them sensations more than actual memories. Warmth. Pressure. Pleasure mixed with pain. The ghost of hands on my skin. But trying to grab onto any specific memory is like trying to catch smoke. The more I reach for it, the faster it dissipates.

I must have had some weird dreams last night. Really weird dreams that I can't quite remember, but that left me feeling...

Well, a whole lot like I'm going crazy.

Huh, maybe it was aliens. That's a thing, right? Getting abducted and... probed?

I snort at how ridiculous I'm being. Obviously, the stress of everything yesterday with Emmitt and the extra pressure my mother puts on me at this time of year is getting to me.

I force myself to swing my legs over the side of the bed and immediately regret it. My thighs tremble and my hips ache. When I stand, the soreness only gets worse, and I have to grip the mattress to keep from falling back onto it and forgetting about this day.

Let's just throw the whole thing away and try again tomorrow.

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