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Seeing him anywhere near you makes me want to rip my eyes straight out of my head and punch a hole through the wall.

The fact that she wasn’t officially mine ate at me. Constantly. Like a nail driven straight into the side of my body, that I couldn’t ever take out.

There was nothing I could do about it. Not yet.

I wanted my ring around her finger, and my baby in her belly.

I wanted everyone who looked at her to know that she was mine… and she would be. Soon.

For now, I’d bite my tongue and wait.

FIFTEEN

JAX

Delila was acting totally normal on this regular Thursday morning, and it was driving me crazy. The app said that she was supposed to start her period today, but she hadn’t said a word.

What did that mean?

Was it normal for her to get her periods a bit late?

I even tested it out… seducing her until she spread her legs for me, right on the bed that my father had vacated an hour earlier.

There wasn’t a spot of blood on my dick—but did that mean that I’d successfully knocked up my dad’s wife?

At this point, even if she didn’t get pregnant, I was fairly confident that I could persuade Delila to leave with me. I’d already stolen my father’s woman right out from under his nose, and it should have been enough for me… except that I craved more.

I wanted revenge.

I wanted the old man to pay for all the shitty things that he said to her.

I wanted him to lose everything, and for everyone in his life to know it.

For all of that to happen, I needed my stepmother’s pee on a little stick to see if those two little lines would show up.

I had everything I’d dreamed about for years—my arm around Delila, as she snuggled closer to me. It wasn’t hard to turn her into the good girl I always knew she could be, letting me drench her every day with more of my cum.

She had hearts in her eyes, looking up at me like I was her Prince Charming, and I couldn’t resist her. I leaned closer to her plump lips, to taste her sweetness… only to grit my teeth in frustration as I heard the doorknob jangle.

I pulled away from her, though every inch of distance felt wrong.

But for now, I couldn’t let Dad know I was breeding his wife. If he walked in on me doing it, that would be one colossal fuck up.

Irritation radiated off my old man the moment that he walked into the living room. His eyes narrowed on Delila, and she flinched like a dog expecting to be beaten.

“Why are you just sitting there on your lazy ass? You didn’t even make dinner.”

I ground my teeth as my heart started pounding in my chest.

Fuck the plan.

I was so ready to fight him. Just give me a reason. If my dad put his hands on her, I was going to put his head through the wall.

He was such an entitled shit-stain, standing there assuming that Delila had done nothing. Delila had made dinner and the two of us had eaten it. She’d already cleaned up as well, because my old man hadn’t bothered telling anyone when he would be back. Or if he would come back.

Delila leapt to her feet, rushing over to the kitchen to do his bidding. It took everything in me not to pull her back into my arms. Why was he making his poor communication skills everyone’s problem? We were happier and better off without him.

The frantic clink of pots and pans came from the kitchen, as Delila rushed to heat food.