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“Please,” she rasps, barely audible, spit and tears smeared everywhere.

I taste the salt of her on my own skin. I want every ounce of her, every ruined, broken part.

“Good girl,” Brad says, thrusting again, slower this time, on the edge. “We’re going to fuck you until you can’t breathe. Until you can’t remember your own name.”

“You’re going to swallow for me,” I tell her, and her lips curl into a trembling smile, like she’s proud to be ruined.

She comes before either of us—shaking, sobbing, her hands clawing, then just clutching at Brad’s wrist like she’ll die if she lets go. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking her, grinding deep, and I keep myself down her throat, and together we force her through it, through the pain and the pleasure.

I watch her eyes well up, and then with a groan I come. She’s a good girl; she swallows, every drop, even as she chokes on it. Brad finishes a second later, hips pressed flush, his voice shattering in a growl so rough it hurts just to hear.

Is it bad we did this just here in the living room outside of my dad’s office? A grin tugs on my lips as I gaze down at my precious doll. It’s exactly what we needed, what she needed as we all know he hasn’t touched her since we found out she’s pregnant.

My cock softens and I slowly pull back, crouch on my knees in front of her, and dab the cum from the corner of her mouth.

Something unspoken flashes between us as if she knows my previous thought.

Chapter ten

Katie

My legs won’t stop trembling, the last bit of strength disappeared by their touch. And yet, I put on my favorite pair of lingerie before slipping under the covers. I’ve waited, tried to lure him closer. But Henry is focused on the problems Brad and I have caused. And I know that his mind should be there but when I saw Carter’s stare flick to Henry’s office, I knew my thoughts and patience might be misguided. And I should do something about it.

I miss him, his touch, his presence. He makes our twisted family complete and I don’t want to lose him.

Or perhaps he doesn’t want me anymore now that I’m pregnant?

My throat closes at the thought and my hand drops to my stomach. I haven’t thought about what he wanted, what he would think about this…

I shake my head and toss the covers aside. I can’t go to sleep with these questions, I have to know.

I should have prepared a speech, but instead, I just reach for my robe and step into the hall. I tiptoe down the stairs where Henry’s office light glows faintly under the door. I hear the gruff, controlled baritone of his voice, then a pause, then the clink of glass.

The plan is to walk in, say nothing, and make him look at me. Instead, I freeze outside, counting to ten, then twenty, my heart racing. I’m not even sure why I’m scared. He’s never made me feel that way—never once—but something in the way he’s avoided me since the doctor has a fable’s worth of warnings in it.

I knock, weakly, then turn the knob before he can answer.

Henry’s at the desk, sleeves rolled, tie hanging loose, papers everywhere. The instant he sees me, he straightens, but the fatigue in his face makes him almost gentle. There’s a bottle of something brown beside the monitor, and the room smells like citrus and old wood. He closes a file and moves his drink aside.

“You’re up late.” His voice is tired, but he tries to smile.

“So are you.” I fidget with the sash of my robe. “I just… I couldn’t sleep.”

He waits, watching me, then leans back, the chair groaning under his weight. He’s lost some color; there are traces of silver at his temples that weren’t there before last winter.

“Can we talk?” I ask.

He exhales and pinches the bridge of his nose, the act gripping my lungs tight. “About what?”

“About us,” I say. “I miss you.”

He looks away, jaw tight, and I can see him cataloging every reason he shouldn’t.

“Please, Henry, talk to me,” I add as he remains silent.

He meets my eyes at that, and it’s like being hit by lightning. “You’re pregnant, Katie,” he says quietly. “Everything changed.”

I grip my robe tighter, suddenly cold, and I feel smaller than I have in months. “Yeah.” I force a smile, but my mouth twitches.

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