Page 28 of Katie 2

“You like this, don’t you?” Brad growls in my ear. “Letting him hear what he can’t have, knowing that he’s listening and paying more attention to you than his pain since he knows this is all he will ever get.”

I whimper in response, a confusing mix of shame and arousal coursing through me as each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I hate myself for responding this way, for finding ecstasy in this twisted scenario.

“Tell him,” Brad demands. “Tell him how good it feels.”

I shake my head, and Brad’s arm wraps around me, his fingers pinching my nipples until I cry out.

“Tell him!” he orders, and I break.

“I love how it feels! I love the pain, how you use me and hurt me.” The confession tears out a sob, and as my stomach tenses, his position changes and a sharp pain shoots through me.

“More,” he orders, swatting my clit so it throbs.

“Brad, please! Please! I’m yours, I’m yours. I’m yours!” I yelp, desperate to come. He makes it so easy to fall into ecstasy, no matter what’s going around.

“You’re my good little slut,” he grits and plows into me harder and faster.

He’s punishing me for dragging things out with Dan, but I’m accepting his retribution for another reason entirely. With all my mood swings, the headaches, the cramping, the fact that my period wasn’t anywhere near normal… I saw the results of my test last night and haven’t told anyone, haven’t processed it.

It’s been my secret and I’m ashamed I’ve kept it, ashamed that I hid it from all of them, and I hate even twenty-four hours of secret keeping when it comes to my men.

“And you’re going to come for me even though I haven’t been touching your clit, aren’t you? You’re desperate to come.”

I claw at the ground, shaking my head as the pain intensifies. I don’t want to say anything else, don’t trust my mouth. As much as I deserve this pain with all I’ve done, I can’t do anything but moan.

“What are you, Katie? Yell it. Make sure that the dick in the tree hears it. Tell him exactly what you are,” Brad orders as wet sounds echo from my pussy under his grunts and my ragged moans.

When he increases the pace, punishing me with his cock and the orgasm denial, tears burn my eyes. I know what he wants, but I can’t find the words. Only the secret I’ve been hiding, the one that I’ve tried to hide. I lied to myself, made up so many excuses, but it’s so obvious, I can’t deny it, and—

“Say it!” Brad snarls, swatting my clit.

“I’m pregnant!” I spit out, and he freezes within my next sharp breath.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears as Brad pulses in my pussy. The sudden silence is too much. I can’t be quiet. “I know I should’ve told you sooner.” Tears fall down my cheeks as the pain low in my stomach simmers. “I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it. I made excuses, ignored it, but then… but now I can’t.”

He pants against my ear, then turns my chin so I have to look at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You weren’t home,” I snap. “You left me.”

The tightness of the belt loosens. “Do Carter and Henry know?” he asks.

I shake my head and hide my face from him. “No, they don’t. I wanted you to know first.”

His pulls out and turns me around. His lips come down on mine, taking me by surprise. His kiss is soft and gentle. It’s such a whiplash compared to what we were just doing that I melt against him. I think I could come from this alone. His hands cup my cheeks, his thumbs gliding over my tear-stained skin.

He draws back and studies my watery eyes as I sniffle. There’s just too much going on, too much that doesn’t work in my head. Dan’s still tied up in a tree, I’m naked in the woods, I just confessed the secret I’ve been holding onto, and now Brad is looking at me with no fury, no sharpness, just utter and complete warmth.

“Are you sure?” he asks as his lips hover over mine.

I nod. “I took a test, but I thought it was a false positive. I haven’t had morning sickness or… I took another one recently and got the same answer.”

“Damn,” he whispers softly. Then he glances at Dan as if realizing exactly what kind of situation we’re in. “I’ll be better,” he says. “I promise, Katie. I will.”

I chuckle. “I love you for the twisted man you are. Just keep talking to me, even if you’re angry.”

He nods once, but his gaze drops. He stares at my belly with a mix of confusion and awe. I hook my fingers under his chin, needing him to look at me. “Promise me, Brad. Don’t shut me out.”

His darks gaze focuses on mine, and my chest tightens, waiting for his response. For the first time, it feels real. Now that I’ve told him… it’s all slamming into me, and I’m mildly terrified he’s going to push me away.

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