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“Pressure,” I almost whispered.

“And?”

“Pain.”

“That’s right.

“Please don’t kill anyone,” I said, but he shook his head. “Forgive—"

“Fuck no. No mercy. Angel, who do you think has been running those Eyes out front of the church? The ones that have been making sure you’re a virgin?”

“I-I don’t know. I didn’t know anyone was running them.”

“The Elders have been. And they’ve been getting their old saggy balls off on probing you. Fuck no to forgiveness. Now, why did you call out this other man’s damn name before I fucked you?”

My stomach turned over inside me and I instantly knew what I had to do to save poor William’s life.

“I lied about it,” I said coolly. “I was just trying to piss you off.”

His cock began to thrust in and out as I heard his grunt behind me.

His shadow loomed over me. The same shadow that had loomed over my life ever since I was 18.

“I wouldn’t love anyone else, Mama. Not if you want them to live. I’m afraid I couldn’t control myself if you did.”

“I swear it wasn’t anything,” I said, my face ground into the table, my skin crawling at the example of his relentless, obsessive devotion.

And it wasn’t anything. It wasn’t anything but delusion that I could ever escape Saul Brennan.

“That’s right,” he said, slapping my ass and tightening his hands on my hips. “Now come for me. I want to fill you up so we get that nice pink line soon.”

CHAPTER 11

Saul

My wife and I walked up to the neat brownstone house in the city that our parents shared. It was time for our first dinner party as a married couple.

A dinner party that the guests were required to attend.

“Why are we going to this?” she asked.

“Because I said so,” I replied, my hand twining in her hair.

I could not stop touching her, loving the feel of her, everything from her soft skin and silky hair to the seed I could smell leaking out of her pussy, soaking her panties.

“I think you’ll enjoy yourself. Do you feel any pregnancy symptoms?” I asked, pressing the doorbell.

She stared at me.

“It has been four days since we got married.”

“Well, do you?”

I could not wait until she had all the symptoms—tiredness so I could carry her around, nausea so I could cook for her, a round swollen belly so I could feel our baby kick.

Gracie’s mouth was still open in shock with the door opened and she went her mother into the kitchen.

I watched her go, then turned to my father.