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My eyes flit towards the house again. I could tell him to call Dad. I could warn him about what’s to come, but when he meets my eyes and takes another drink of coffee, I see exactly how aware of all this shit he really is. It’s unnerving.

“We can talk about it or enjoy a full day with her, make her happy, make her forget about everything,” he says evenly before licking a bit of coffee off his lip.

“That sounds like an ultimatum,” I say softly.

“It’s the truth. We start talking about shit, she’s going to end up picking up on it and being upset. Just like she was last night. We need to give her a break from reality,” he answers.

“She said she wanted to forget,” I note.

“She also said she feels like two different people—a normal person at school and…” He trails off and glances in the directionof the rising sun before exhaling slowly. “Let’s give her some normal at least, the normal with us.”

“Good memories,” I mutter.

“They’re made in the present so she can savor them in the future. So we all can,” Carter says.

“Right.” I nod with a heavy breath. “Dad needs you to call him.”

Carter shakes his head. “I will, but not now.”

He knows what I know. I’m going to end up in jail. Unless there’s some secret dirty tactic Dad can use, I’ll end up rotting for at least a few years.

And it won’t just be Katie I’m missing out on. It’ll be our child. Then what? Who will hire me after this shit storm? Who is going to give me a chance to prove I’m capable and able to hold down a job and do it without fucking someone’s face up?

They’re consequences I’ve earned. I know that. The second I kidnapped Dan and dragged him to the forest, I knew that there was no coming back from it. Why not go all out? It made so much sense at the time, but everything does when I’m pissed.

So instead of wallowing and letting that shit distract me, I climb into bed where Katie’s still sleeping. I gently stroke her side and she hums in her sleep, nodding into the pillow. She shifts against me, her ass rubbing against my crotch like she’s expecting more even while asleep.

Her body always knows what it wants and italwayswants us. I stroke lower on her body, willing to give her whatever she needs as long as I can. When she lets out a soft moan, I can’t resist. My hand trails over her body and dips between her legs.

“Always a good slut for us, aren’t you? So eager and willing,” I hum in her ear. “So fucking wet and ready constantly.”

My fingers thrust inside her and a raspy moan falls from her parted lips. My cock strains my pants as I continue to pump my fingers inside her.

“Brad?”

A smile spreads on my lips. “I still think my way is better than Dad’s,” I growl before lifting her thigh and plunging into her. The sound she makes is between a yelp and a moan, but her head falls back against me as I grind into her. “I want you awake. I want you to feel it all. I want you to squirm and beg and pant.”

“Brad,” she moans for me.

I roll her onto her belly and hold her down, her face is buried in the pillow. It doesn’t matter. I still hear her. I hear her over the sound of skin on skin, over my own grunts and groans. I can hearher. She purrs my name, begs for more, begs me to fill her, to use her.

“You’re my good slut, aren’t you? My good and obedient slut, so willing, so fucking wet,” I groan.

When she whimpers, I grab the collar and pull her up. Her back arches, her growing tits bounce with each thrust, and her eyes roll back as I tighten the collar around her throat. She lets out a half-hoarse moan as she comes for me, soaking my cock as I grind deeper and harder into her.

Katie is meant to be with us. She’s constantly starving for us in a way that makes me dizzy and threatens to push me over the edge entirely. I pound into her faster and harder, knowing she can take it.

“What are you, Katie?” I demand, wanting to see how far I can push her.

“Yours,” she moans. “Your slut.”

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” she pants.

“Whose fucking baby is growing inside you?”

“YOURS!” She screams her answer and it pushes me over the edge.

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