Chapter 4 - Cohen

Even monsters can pretend to be gentlemen. Until they're done pretending.

Tonight, I’ve reached my limit.

The house settles around me as I move through darkness thick as ink, my footsteps silent against hand-woven Persian rugs older than I am. It's three in the morning, and everyone's asleep—everyone except the monster prowling these halls.

That would be me.

I've memorized every creaking floorboard between my room and hers. Learned which shadows to stick to, how to move like a ghost through this mausoleum Madeline calls home.

I don’t think I care about getting caught anymore. No, what drives my caution now is the need to keep this moment pure. Untainted. This is between Emerald and me. No one else deserves to share in what’s about to happen.

I pause at the top of the stairs, listening. The silence wraps around me like a familiar friend, broken only by the soft whisper of snow falling against the nearby windows and the distant hum of the heating system. I’ve spent too many nights to count walking this same path, talking myself out of what I’m about to do. Convincing myself to wait just a little longer.

No more of that shit.

Madeline is three doors down, passed out from the sleeping pill I slipped into her wine at dinner. She has no idea her perfectly crafted world is about to shatter. She’s never turned me on, but imagining the look on her face when she loses everything is enough to convince my already hard dick to give an excited twitch.

I move past my wife’s door without a sound, my pulse steady despite the anticipation coursing through my veins. I've waited for this, planned it down to the smallest detail. Tonight marks the beginning of everything.

The sight of Emerald’s door at the end of the hall is like gravity, drawing me in. Even in darkness, I can see the pale wood, the delicate brass handle that separates me from what's mine.

What's always been mine.

My fingers curl around the cool metal of the other key I wear around my neck, and I close my eyes, savoring this moment—the precipice between restraint and surrender. After tonight, there's no going back.

I pull the necklace off, inserting the key into the lock. It gives way easily, just as it should. I had it changed weeks ago, the new mechanism ensuring only I have the key. Another careful piece in the elaborate game I've been playing. The door opens without a sound, and her scent hits me immediately. It’s sweet, like sugar cookies fresh from the oven, wholesomeness laced with something that makes my mouth water.

I step inside, twisting the handle so the door shuts silently behind me as I shove my necklace into the pocket of my joggers. I don’t want it getting in the way.

The brightness from the moonlight on the snow outside spills through her windows, painting everything in shades of silver and shadow. My eyes adjust quickly, scanning the familiar space, the artfully arranged furniture, the delicate vanity where she sits each morning, letting her dark hair fall like silk through her fingers.

But it's her I'm drawn to. Always her.

Emerald lies in the center of her bed, a vision of purity and goodness wrapped in white sheets. Her hair spreads across the pillow in waves of midnight, her face peaceful in sleep. One arm is thrown above her head, her throat exposed. It’s so fucking tempting, begging to be marked by my teeth until that pristine skin blooms with bruises that prove she's mine. She has no idea about the monster who's crept into her room, ready to corrupt every inch of her innocence.

My cock hardens at the sight of her, straining against my pants as I move closer. The need to touch her, to claim her, burns through my veins like poison.

She doesn’t move. Of course she doesn’t, not after I slipped her a sleeping pill with her dinner, too. Her virginity has always belonged to me, but she doesn’t need to be awake to experience the pain of losing it.

If I can spare her from feeling anything but happiness, love, and satisfaction, I’ll do everything in my power to do it.

That includes taking what belongs to me while she sleeps through it, blissfully unaware.

"So beautiful," I whisper, my voice barely a breath in the darkness. "So fucking perfect."

I ease onto the edge of her bed, careful not to disturb her. She may be harder to wake, but not impossible. I’m going to take my time, ensure that even asleep, she gets to experience some pleasure.

This moment is too precious to rush.

God, the things I want to do to her.

The things I will do to her.

Her nightgown has ridden up, exposing the creamy smoothness of her thighs. The sight makes my mouth water, my control threatening to snap. I've imagined this view a thousand times, but reality is so much sweeter. So much more dangerous.

"You have no idea what you do to me, little one," I murmur, letting my fingers ghost along her ankle. Her skin is silky soft and warm under my touch. "The things I think about. The ways I want to break you apart and put you back together."

She stirs a little at my touch but doesn't wake. Good. That's not part of tonight's plan. Tonight is about claiming her firsts, about planting myself inside of her, about putting down roots.

I lean closer, sucking in her scent like the first hit of coke after rehab. "It’s already too late," I murmur, my fingers trailing up. "Your body is mine to worship, your mind is mine to twist, and your soul... your soul is the other half of mine."

My hand slides higher, tracing patterns on her calf, her knee, her thigh. She makes a small sound in her sleep, almost a whimper, and shifts restlessly. Her legs part, an unconscious invitation that rips apart the last threads of my restraint.

I climb further onto the bed, pulling the bottle of lube I stashed in my pocket out and tossing it onto the mattress beside her. I hover over her body as the muscles in my arms flex to support my weight. I don't touch. Not yet. I just watch, taking in the rise and fall of her chest, the flutter of her eyelashes, the way her lips part with every breath. Feel the warmth of her skin radiating into mine. She's like a living doll—fragile, untouched, and so fucking corruptible.

"I'm going to take everything from you," I promise, my voice low and dark so I don’t wake her. "And in return, I'll give you the only love that matters. It’ll burn everything else away until there's nothing left but us.”

With my words hanging in the air around us, I finally let myself touch, running my hands over the soft swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips. She's still asleep, but her body responds to me instinctively, arching into my touch like a flower seeking the sun.

"That's it," I murmur, leaning down to brush my lips against her throat.

She moans softly as my teeth graze her skin, a sound that goes straight to my cock. Fuck, I need to be inside her. Need to feel her tight, virginal cunt wrapped around me. It's an obsession, a craving that's consumed me for two years, and now, finally, it's within reach.

"You'll never belong to anyone else. Not in this life, not in the next. You're mine until the stars burn out." It's a promise, an oath, and a curse all in one, whispered in the dead of night. The only witness is the dark.

I slide off the bed, standing to strip away my joggers and my boxers, the only items of clothing I’m wearing, and then grab the lube again. I'm getting high, a euphoric burst of pleasure that's spreading through every artery and vein in my body, knowing what's coming. Knowing that I’ll have to prepare her to take my dick, that she'll have to stretch to fit me, that it'll be me and me alone that experiences the raw ecstasy of her body from now until the end of time.

Her body is soft and relaxed as I climb back onto the bed, not stopping until I'm between her thighs, a position I’ve dreamed about more times than I can count. The moonlight casts an ethereal glow across her skin, and for a moment, I can't help but marvel at the sheer beauty of her. She's an angel fallen into the hands of a demon, and I'm about to drag her down into the depths of my hell with me.

I think she'll like it here.

I run my hands along the outside of her thighs, and she lets out a little whimper as my cock leaks all over the fucking place. It knows what it’s here to do.

Fuck. Claim. Impregnate.

Her legs spread wider, and I settle in the gap, nudging them open a little more. This is where I belong. This is home.

"Fuck," I groan, running my hand up her thigh again. The silky smoothness of her skin is so soft and unblemished my mouth waters with the urge to bite. Her nightdress is tangled around her waist, and I can just make out the delicate lace of her panties in the silvery light from the window.

Her hips shift, pushing up toward me, and I swallow down another groan. I'm sure she's had dreams like this before. Dreams of me, taking her, owning her, claiming her. I bet she's woken up wet, needy, and aching and didn't know what was happening.

Madeline never taught Emerald about sex or the things her body was made to do. My stepdaughter is untouched in every way.

Since I became aware of her a year and a half ago, I've made sure it stayed that way. I’ve guarded her innocence since the night I saw her on that balcony at some bullshit charity gala. No one has come near her. No one has gotten the opportunity to taint her with their filthy, greedy hands. I've kept her pure and innocent, a blank canvas ready to be painted with my desires.

I run a finger along the lace of her underwear, tracing the outline of her sweet little cunt through the fabric. With my thumb, I flip open the cap on the bottle of lube and pour a little on my fingertips. I gently ease her underwear to the side and run the tips of my fingers along her smooth slit, taking my time to spread the slippery fluid around. Her body shifts when I brush my fingers against her clit, stroking it soft and slow. Tracing circles around it. I could play with her like this for hours, but the ache in my balls is too great. If I'm not careful, my overwhelming need to come inside of her will make me rush and I want to take my time. Savor every second of acquiring her innocence.

When this is done, no one will be able to take this experience from me.

I continue to stroke her pussy, gently teasing her clit, while I tear my eyes away from the show in favor of another sense—taste. The overwhelming need to know what she feels like on my tongue has me dipping my head before I even make the decision to do it. I'm dragging my tongue up her cunt and circling her clit once before pulling back. There's the taste of lube, but underneath it is pure, unfiltered Emerald. The groan that tears out of me can't be helped. She's so fucking perfect. Like sweetness and innocence. Sin and corruption. Everything I could ever need. Ever want.

I want to obliterate every part of her that hasn’t known my touch. Make her come on my tongue until she has to beg me to stop and I'm drunk on her.

But not tonight.

Tonight is about something bigger, something better, something far more permanent.

I slide a finger into her, watching as her tight little hole stretches to make room for me in her body. The lube helps me ease my way in and then out, a slow, easy slide as I bend to flick my tongue against her clit again. Emerald's eyebrows scrunch in her sleep and her nipples peak underneath her nightie.

While my finger slides in and out of her, I reach up and tug down the top of her dress, needing to see her tits more than I need my next heartbeat. They're fucking perfect. Pale and smooth, the kind of tits that could drive me to madness. Her nipples are the perfect shade of pink, delicate and pretty, like every other part of her. They're made for my mouth, my teeth, my hands. Made to be sucked on, to be played with... to feed our children.

They'll never know anything other than me.

She's sleeping, but her body is responding to my touch, arching into me, seeking more. Her mouth parts as her breathing gets faster. Her body flushes pink from her cheeks all the way to those rosy pink nipples and her cunt tightens around my finger. I add a second one as my balls ache and tighten, pulling close to my body. If I'm not careful, I'll come before I'm ready and waste everything I've been saving up for her for the past few days.

I want to give my swimmers the best chance to do their job.

I wrap my other hand around the base of my shaft, squeezing and clenching my teeth together to keep from coming. Deep breaths aren't helping as every inhale is laced with Emerald. I'm drowning in her scent and I fucking love it.

I revel in it.

I want her coated on my skin and I never want to wash her off.

I need to be inside of her.

My fingers slide free, and I move closer, pulling her legs further open to make room for me. I wrap my sticky fingers around her panties, pulling them to the side to keep them away. With my cock in my other hand, I rub the head along her opening. Fuck, she's already so warm and slippery. I breathe out through my nose and grit my teeth. The pre-cum leaking from my tip mixes with the wetness from the lube and her own arousal.

My hips move on their own, rubbing my shaft against her slick pussy, getting me nice and coated so I'll be able to slide inside of her. Every time my stroke ends at her clit, she whimpers in her sleep. On my next pass, the head of my dick slips inside of her and I let out a curse.

The barrier that marks her as untouched, as innocent, stops me from going any further, but I only let it hold me back for a heartbeat before I'm tearing through it. Pushing through her resistance until I'm buried deep inside of her. Until I bottom out. My body shakes as I look down at her, watching for any sign that the pain has woken her. Her face is slack in sleep, her mouth parted on a soft exhale as her cunt ripples and squeezes around me. It's too fucking good. Better than I could have imagined.

It feels like the world has shifted. Like it's moved into alignment.

I've spent so many years of my life, so many decades, without her. And now, finally, we're connected in the most primal way. I can feel the warmth of her body, her soul, wrapping around mine, intertwining us in ways that can't be undone. It's a bond that's been forged in the depths of my twisted heart, a promise that we'll never be apart again.

I'm trembling with the effort of not thrusting, of not taking her hard and fast the way my body wants me to. But I don't want to risk hurting her. She needs a minute to adjust, so I hold my breath and lock my muscles and wait.

She's so fucking tight, it's almost painful as she chokes my dick. This moment is everything I thought it would be and so much more. It's like my entire universe has narrowed down to the point where our bodies are joined, and nothing else matters but the feel of her wrapped around me. I lean down, burying my face in her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin. I'm barely aware of anything beyond the overwhelming sensation of being inside of her, of finally feeling complete.

"Fuck," I bite out, my voice rough and strained. "You fit me so perfectly, little one, like you were made just for me." The words are a low rumble against her ear, and a shiver runs through her body that I feel in mine. Her pussy clenches around me and I nearly lose it.

I brace my hands on either side of her head, lifting my head to watch her face as I finally, finally, start to move. Her dark eyelashes flutter against her pale cheeks as I pull out slowly, indulging in the feel of her body clenching around me, trying to keep me inside. When only the head of my dick is still in her cunt, I pause even as my very soul screams at me to push back inside of her. To fill her up with me.

"You’re bound to me now," I whisper, my fingers grazing her skin, "Every cell, every drop of blood, every atom that makes you who you are—all of it exists for me."

I know she’s not aware of these declarations I’m making in the dark, but I can’t help but say them out loud. Maybe they’ll infiltrate her dreams.

With a slow, controlled thrust, I push back into her, filling her up until our bodies are flush. Until I can't get any deeper. My eyes slip shut and I tilt my head toward the ceiling. I'm lost to the feeling of her. Of this.

When I look back down, there's blood coating my dick and the sheets beneath her thighs. I pull out, watching it drip from her. The sight of it nearly turns me feral. It's the physical evidence that she was a virgin, that she was pure, that no one has been or will be here before or after me. She'll wear my mark inside of her for the rest of eternity. She'll be branded by me from the inside out.

Her blood.

My cum.

Our future.

I push back inside of her, a groan tearing out of me, and I give in to the madness. To the insanity. To the obsession. The desire. The depravity of what I've wanted for so long. I thrust harder, faster, letting go of the last shreds of my control. The bed shakes underneath us as I grip her thigh with one hand and open her wider for me, getting as deep as I possibly can inside of her as my balls tighten and my cock pulses with the need to come. I shift my grip to her ass, tilting her hips so that when I let go, I can do it as deeply as possible inside of her. The head of my dick nudges against her cervix and her mouth opens on a breathy moan as she shifts beneath me.

For a second, I think she's going to wake up.

Right now, I don't give a fuck. Let her.

I can't stop.

The pleasure is building to an unbearable peak, and I can feel it bursting in every nerve ending, firing off like little atomic explosions as I grind into her, chasing the release I've been denied for far too long. Her skin is flushed with pleasure and sleep, and her hair's a tangled mess from her head thrashing back and forth on her pillow.

She's so fucking perfect, and I'm so fucking lucky.

So fucking greedy.

So fucking needy.

So fucking obsessed.

I reach between us, rubbing her clit and watching as the pleasure sparks across her face. It's subtle—the fluttering of her eyelashes, the parting of her lips, the flush on her cheeks. She can't come until after I do. I need her greedy little cunt to suck up my cum, the contractions of her orgasm to help my boys along. But I can start building her toward it now while I'm here on the edge about to fall over.

My muscles tighten as my balls draw up. A groan that feels torn from the depths of my soul bursts from my throat, and my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thigh. I'm on the precipice, and then I'm hurtling over the edge, my hips slamming into her one last time as the most powerful orgasm of my life crashes over me. I can feel the hot rush of my cum flooding her womb, and I let out a choked sob as the pleasure overwhelms me.

It's everything I dreamed of, everything I needed, and more. My heart stutters in my chest as I pump into her, my hips jerking as I fill her with every last drop of the cum I saved up just for her. For this moment. My body shakes with the intensity of my release, and I collapse on top of her, burying my face in her neck, careful not to crush her. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I ride out the waves of ecstasy.

Once the last of the tremors have subsided, I lift myself up and slide out of her. I fucking hate it when the last inch of my cock pulls out of her body and into the cold. But I need to make her come more than I need to be inside of her right now.

I slide down her body, using my fingers to push the cum that's already leaking out of her pussy back inside while my mouth latches onto her clit. I lick and suck as her hips shift and roll beneath me. The taste of her mixed with me is enough to make me hard again, but I ignore my dick while I focus on getting her off. Her fingers twitch, her hands shifting on the bed above her head and at her side. I'm relentless, flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking on her until her body tightens. Her orgasm is quiet as her pussy ripples and squeezes my fingers and her breathing picks up.

When the little flutters stop, I slide my fingers out of her and shift her limp body over, moving her onto her side before pushing my still hard cock back inside of her. I lick the taste of her off my fingers and come down from the high of what I've just done. A dark satisfaction surges through my veins, sweeter than sin and more intoxicating than any high.

She could be pregnant with my baby before the sun rises.

I could fall asleep this way, inside of her as I slowly soften and drift off, her body and mine connected while her body accepts the gift I just gave it.

Unfortunately, if my stepdaughter were to wake up right now, it would ruin everything.

So I slip from the bed and tug her panties back into place. They'll hold in the mess I've left behind long enough for my boys to do what I put them here to do. After that, it doesn't matter if they leak out. If she's pregnant, all of this will be over. If not... I'll just have to try again.

And again.

And again.

As many times as it takes to bind her to me permanently.

I briefly consider trying to change the sheets, but decide to leave them. Hopefully she'll think she started her period. What else could she possibly think happened when she doesn't really know what sex is or how it works?

How babies are made.

I bend down and grab my boxers, pulling them on over my half-hard dick that's still stained with the blood of her innocence. Then I grab my joggers, slipping those on too. I look at her one last time before I leave, the vision of her sleeping soundly, her womb filled with my cum and the sheets beneath her bloody, is something that will live in my fantasies for years to come.

Committing that image to memory, I slip out of her room, shutting and locking the door behind me, and make my way back to my own. Once I'm there, I fall back onto the bed, still in a state of blissful post-orgasmic euphoria. My entire body is buzzing with the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of my life. But underneath the pleasure, there's a deep sense of peace and contentment that's settled in my bones. For the first time in my life, everything feels right. Like everything I've been working for over the last two years is finally falling into place.

Emerald is mine now.

She may be having my baby.

And all that's left to do is make her fall in love with me.