Loving My Billionaire Stepson

I gasped as he pulled out his fingers, subtly positioning himself between my legs as his smoldering eyes pinned me down, the tip of his manhood hovered inches away teasing me.

"This is wrong..." I whispered, shamefully turning my head to the side of the pillow, "...I am your step-mom...your father will–"

"Don't think about that man now..." he cooed as he slowly slid and destroyed the uncrossed boundary between us.

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The doctor handed me a white envelope holding the pregnancy results, his face solemn and neutral. Yet I gulped nervously, already knowing what to expect.

"I've grown five extra gray hairs waiting for you, are you planning to open the envelope sometime today?" My mother-in-law who sat next to me sneered sarcastically. I sighed inwardly, brushed my finger over the crisp piece of paper as I extracted its content. 

Negative 

Beatrice clutched her leather purse, standing up in a flurry of annoyance"What was even expecting?" she scoffed, "disappointing everyone is the only thing you are good at, other than being a barren husk," the doctor hardly even blinked, it broke something inside of me to know that a practical stranger was so familiar with my degradement that he'd become desensitized in the process.

I followed Beatrice from behind, head bowed as she continued the parade of shame through the halls of the hospital, several eyes turned towards us as she called me every name under the sun. 

I'd trained myself to swallow her insults like water, keep my head weekly, bow my lips tight holding back any retort. 

And for some reason. 

This irritated her even more. 

We got to the elevator, and I walked ahead to press the button like a helpful little servant. 

She made sure to give me an unnecessary shove as she walked past, then when I tried to follow in after her she held up her purse like a barrier.

"Use the stairs; it wouldn't hurt to burn off all that extra fat once in a while. " The doors closed just in time to hide my burning tears, which pooled in the corner of my eyes. Quickly, I wiped them off with the back of my hand. The last thing I needed right now was another reason for people to stare at me. 

I ran down the stairs in a blaze, aware that my mother-in-law would probably drive off if I wasn't in front of her within the next 7 minutes. 

By the time I reached the parking lot I was sweating, my clothes stuck to my body in an icky manner, she didn't even have the decency to hide her smile of satisfaction when she saw me laboring my way towards her.

Every month I had to endure this humiliation. 

She would drag me to the hospital, with or without any symptoms of pregnancy. Get me tested only to make a fool out of me. She did it without fail every single month.

I was sick of it.

But I couldn't