A few weeks have gone by, and despite my protests, Richard still demanded the paternity test. Little does he know that the results came in yesterday morning, and I’ve been hiding them ever since. It’s a purposeful thing, and the reason why will become clear to him very soon.
Over the course of the last few weeks, I have begun to lose sight of what I had been planning all along. I’m supposed to be getting revenge—not being swept up by that monster of a man.
The other day, Richard caught me texting Stuart, and he flipped his fucking lid. It didn’t matter that I had been trying to stop Stuart from contacting me. It was all there for Richard to see in the communications I had been having with him. My father, as usual, went all over-the-top alpha male on him, telling him through my text that he was my boyfriend, I was pregnant with his baby, and he had better stop texting me or else he’d kill him.
Yeah. That put a stop to that.
I no longer had Stuart in my life, but with Richard always around, I don’t even think about him. It’s like I develop this tunnel vision when Richard’s with me. I see him and only him.
It’s deadly.
It’s dangerous.
It’s obsessive.
It’s sick.
It’s twisted.
Yet, I can’t help myself.
And neither can he.
A part of me knows this isn’t healthy. Surely he feels it too? I just can’t wrap my head around us being together and starting a family. How does one explain that? “Here’s my daughter, Scarlet, who I abused for years, and now I’m living with her. Oh, and by the way, she’s pregnant with my baby.”
Absolutely fucking crazy.
Even so, I’m not completely cock-whipped. I still have the desire for revenge coursing through me—even if it isn’t as strong as it once was. I know it’s Richard clouding the issue. He must be stupid to think that we can carry on like this without someone in the family getting suspicious.
For weeks now, I have been carefully hiding a pen drive—the contents of which could have dire consequences if it fell into the wrong hands.
“If you had stayed away and kept that fucking mouth of yours shut, then I wouldn’t have found out the way I did.”
We’re at my mother and David’s house. My father had asked to be excused with Porter just now, and I know full well what that means. Shortly after, I had excused myself too, saying that I needed the bathroom.
“It … it was a mistake. Please, Mr Valentine. I love Amber. It will crush her if I leave her now. She’s still so delicate about the baby situation.”
“Well, you should have thought about that when you slept with her own fucking sister!”
“Please, I beg of you—”
“That’s enough. Either you find a way to leave her, or I’ll tell Amber the truth. I’m not having a home-wrecker for a son-in-law. She’s too good for you. She may be cut up initially, but she’ll get over you and find someone a lot better. Someone who will keep his fucking dick in his trousers!”
“Hypocrite,” I whisper under my breath with a smirk.
Richard leaves the room, so I hide as best as I can under the stairs before quickly moving towards the reception room they’d been arguing in. I find Porter there, obviously distressed. He’s running his hands through his hair as he paces the room. When he sees me, he swiftly walks up to me.
“How did he find out?”
“He overheard us in the café a few weeks back.”
His eyes widen. “He was there? How?”
“He was spying on me.”
Now, it’s his turn to widen his eyes. “Spying on you? What the fuck, Scarlet?!”
I nod before looking down. “I know. I’ve been trying to tell everyone, but they won’t listen to me.”
He looks confused as he closes the distance. “I don’t understand. How am I supposed to get out of this?”
Walking up to him, I grab his shoulders and gently squeeze to gain his attention. “Listen, Porter, I have a plan. During the course of the day if you ever see that my dad and I aren’t in the room together, come look for us. Bring your phone.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t understand,” he says again.
I smirk. “Oh, you will. Just do as I ask, and I may very well save your marriage.”
I start to move out of the room because I know Richard will come looking for me if I don’t appear soon. He has me on such a tight leash. I don’t know why he doesn’t trust me.
I find myself smirking at that as I make my way back into the living room. I know I’ve left Porter confused, but if he follows my plan, then he should be okay. I don’t know why I’m helping him, considering he’s a philandering fool. I guess I just love going up against my father as much as I can. He’s been getting away with everyone following his rules. Now is the time for him to get a taste of his own medicine.
Once back, I find my mum, dad, sister, and David all hovering around the fireplace, discussing Christmas. Richard smiles when he spots me. “There you are. I’ve been wondering where you ran off to.” I know that secretly means, “Where the fuck have you been?”
“Isn’t that sweet,” my mother chimes. “She’s all grown up, and yet you still fuss over her like she’s a child.”
Richard smiles at my mother. “They will always remain children in our eyes.”
Pervert.
My mother laughs. “Yes. That’s so true.”
I want to vomit.
Porter then walks through, trying his level best to look calm when I know he’s secretly shitting himself underneath. I see the moment he looks over to my dad and then quickly averts his eyes. My father’s looking decisively murderous. Not only has Porter hurt his precious Amber, but he’s also done it with the one person he wants to control completely. The one person only he can have.
“Porter, is everything okay?” Amber asks. “Was it that traumatising discussing what Christmas present to get for me?” She chuckles at that as Porter comes and places his arm around her.
He starts laughing too, but I know it’s forced. “Something like that,” he explains.
Amber nudges him with her shoulder. “I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll love it.” She then pulls his head down to her lips, kissing him tenderly. When he looks back up, my father’s still shooting daggers in his direction.
I used to hate coming to these family get-togethers, but lately, it’s been a whole heap of fun. We make the Manson family look like a child’s picnic in the park.
“Shall we go have lunch now?” my mother asks, motioning for us to move to the dining table.
As everyone starts to move, I notice David looking at me peculiarly. He’s been doing that a lot lately. He’s either looking at me like he’s trying to decipher something or staring death stares at my father. I know he’s trying to figure it all out in his head. I also know he must be suspicious with regards to my pregnancy—a pregnancy I’m still trying my damnedest not to think about. The only upside to this pregnancy lately is my hormone levels are reaching a fever pitch. I’m finding everything and everyone a turn on. Of course, I won’t admit that to my dad.
“How’s the book writing coming along, Dad?” Amber asks as we begin tucking into lunch. Today, it’s a chicken roast. The food’s actually pretty good. But, then again, it helps having cooks in the house. My mother absolutely refuses to cook, so David hires help. She does nothing but spend his money all day long. Surely, he must resent her for it.
“It’s coming along great actually. I think it helps having Scarlet with me. She’s been cooking meals whenever I’ve been bogged down.”
It’s seriously like watching a completely different personality whenever my father has company. A surge of want crawls up my spine when I think about the fact that I’m the only person who sees what he’s like underneath. I know he hates acting like someone who should win “Personality of the Year” or “Dad of the Year” for that matter, and it’s that notion which sets my body on fire.
I know the real him.
The beast that lives within him.
The beast that holds twisted, sick, and extremely dark desires. Desires which involve me and only me.
As I look up from my food, my eyes lock with my father’s. He can see the deep-seated need within me. The need to be taken and taken raw—taken dirty. For that split second, there’s no one in the room but us. He can feel the electric pulse as strongly as I can. It vibrates, creating this constant static that just won’t let go. It feeds from me into him and then back again like a never-ending loop.
“That’s nice,” Amber says, breaking us from our stare. I look across to her and see it. She’s jealous. My face lights up with a smile. For the first time ever, I can actually see the jealousy Amber has over the bond between her father and me. I think Richard notices it, too, because he gazes upon her with a worrying frown.
To add salt to the wound, I take that opportunity to excuse myself to run to the bathroom because I need to be sick. I don’t need to be sick, but I know full well Richard will get worried and come look for me.
I run for the stairs, knowing that the family bathroom up there is better than the small one downstairs. It’ll be more intimate. More private.
I close the door, but I don’t lock it. Instead, I stand there taking deep breaths as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hands are braced on the outer edge of the sink, gripping it as if it’s a source of comfort.
That’s how he finds me when he walks in. He looks concerned when he spots me hovering over the sink. “Are you feeling okay? The baby?”
I smile. “The baby’s fine. I’m fine. Just a bit of morning sickness, that’s all. I know it’s not technically morning, but pregnancy can be like that.”
He walks over to me, feeling my forehead with his hand. “You look a little flushed.”
I smirk. “Maybe that’s because you’re here.”
He actually smiles at that.
“I have a surprise for you,” I say, digging my hand into my bra and pulling out a piece of paper. It seemed to be the only safe place I could hide it.
“What is it?” he asks, taking the paper from me and opening it. When he sees it, his face lights up. “I’m the father.”
“Of course you are. I told you as much, but you wouldn’t believe me.”
His smile still fixed, he closes the distance, placing his hand on my belly. “I’m going to be a dad,” he says, bending down to kiss my belly.
Placing my hand in his hair, I make a fist showing him how needy I am. Without me needing to say anything, he places his hands on my legs and runs both up my thigh until he reaches my bum. I throw my head back on a moan, relishing the feel of his hands on me.
“We can’t do this. Not here.” He starts trailing kisses all over my stomach. One hand squeezes my arse as the other trails towards my bare pussy. Richard groans when he finds that not only am I without my knickers, but I’m also soaking wet for him.
“Feel that?” I ask. “That’s all for you. Only you.” I moan as he places one finger inside me. His breathing is becoming just as heavy as mine.
“We can’t do this,” he says again, but doesn’t stop. Instead, he lifts my dress up and kneels further down between my legs. “I can’t fucking control myself around you,” he admits, leaning his head towards my pussy.
When I feel the warmth of his tongue on my clit, I close my eyes, banging my head back against the wall on a moan. I fist his hair again, urging him to go further.
“That’s right. I need you to look after me now, Dad. You need to look after your baby’s mother. Take good care of her like you know she needs.”
I groan out loud when I feel his tongue lashing at my clit. He’s as into this as I am. In fact, I’m so engrossed, I almost miss the point where Porter appears pushing the door slightly open so he can see us. His eyes widen when he spots Richard in between my legs, licking my pussy. When he looks up to see me, I smile, winking at him before concentrating on the task at hand. I close my eyes, letting the feel of his tongue do its magic. Knowing Porter’s watching is just making my climax come faster. If he’s intelligent enough, he’ll take a photo of this as evidence so that it stops Richard from ruining his marriage. I’m sure once Porter shows him, he’ll drop the high and mighty act about Amber.
As my orgasm races, I start grinding against Richard’s face, moaning and shaking as my impending climax reaches the surface. Temporarily, I open my eyes to find Porter’s gone and the door’s shut.
That’s when I blow.
“Turn around,” Richard commands. Before I’ve even had a chance to get over my orgasm, Richard spins me around facing the sink. I hear the distinct sound of his zip before he pushes his way inside of me with one forceful grunt. My legs tremble as he grabs my hips, violently thrusting over and over again. I know why he’s doing it. We have to be quick. He knows he shouldn’t be fucking me here, but like me, he can’t help himself.
It’s everything I want, though. Everything I always desire. I relish the sweet pain like it’s my own brand of medicine.
“Fuck, you feel so tight. You’re mine, Scarlet. Mine forever now.” With those words, he thrusts to the tilt, causing another orgasm to ripple through me. I wasn’t expecting it, but it’s almost as though he forced it from me. I tighten around his cock, throbbing against his hard shaft. It only seems to make him crazier—if that’s possible.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Every time, you do this to me, Scarlet. Every. Fucking. Time.”
He comes, almost bellowing my name before stiffening inside of me. I feel his hot breath against my back as he tries to make his breathing shallow. He’s just had an amazing climax. I can feel it all around him. As he pulls out, his legs slightly shake, and I wonder whether to tease him about it.
“We need to get downstairs before someone comes up looking for us.”
I turn around to find him doing up his trousers and smoothing out his hair. “I just gave you amazing sex, and all you care about is getting downstairs so no one gets suspicious?” All I get is a warning glare. “Aren’t you even going to hug me?” I bite my lip before smirking. Richard shakes his head on a grin.
“Get your fucking sweet arse downstairs,” he growls before turning and leaving.
I can see it in him as we make our way down the stairs. The triumph in the fact that he got me pregnant. Again, he has what he’s always wanted.
As we make our way to the dinner table, all sets of eyes are upon us. Some appear wary, and others are filled with concern.
“Are you okay?” my mother asks.
“She’s fine,” Richards replies, answering for me. “Just a bit of morning sickness. It seems to have passed now, hasn’t it, Scarlet?”
I nod, taking my seat. “You helped with that, Dad,” I say, trying my hardest not to smirk.
I see the moment when Porter turns his head in disgust, and David, who has become the ever-observant one lately, notices and frowns accordingly. As Amber starts to do a running commentary about her week at school, I take that opportunity to take my phone out of my bag. I hide it under the table, looking down. I notice the flash and see I have a text message.
Porter: Is it his?
Deleting the message straight away, I look up to find Porter staring at me. I nod, noticing the slight wince when I do. He looks down for a moment, and when he glances back up, my phone vibrates in my hand. I look down to read.
Porter: But he’s your dad. He could go to prison for this!
I hit REPLY and start typing.
I tried telling everyone when I was 15, but they never believed me.
Porter: This has been going on since you were 15?
It started before that, but that’s by the by.
Porter: Amber
That was all he says. I know why. He thinks that if my dad abused me, then he may have done it to Amber. I want to laugh at that. Little does he know.
He never once touched her like that. She’s his biological daughter.
He snaps his head up to me realising what it all means. I know he wants to ask more questions, but his attention is soon on Amber when she asks him a question about work. I busy myself deleting all the messages again before carefully placing it back in my bag. When I look up, David’s watching me again. Did he see what was going on between me and Porter?
Smiling, I avert my eyes, placing them on Richard. He’s listening to Amber and Porter discuss work, but as if sensing I’m looking, his gaze shifts onto me a moment. Despite the fact that we’ve just had sex, I can see it there still. That heat. That burning desire to claim me.
I guess now that he knows I’m carrying his baby, he’ll only get worse.
There goes that tingle in my princess parts again.