CHAPTER 4 Midnight Secrets

As Angela lay in bed, her body still tingling from the intense encounter with Edmund, she heard a soft creaking sound coming from the hallway. Her heart leaped into her throat as she sat up, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear.

Angela's mind raced. Who could it be? Was it her mother? Had someone heard them? Were they about to be caught?

The door was slightly open, allowing a sliver of light from the hallway to spill into the dim room. She listened carefully, her breaths shallow and quick. The thought of Julie finding her like this sent a wave of fear through her, but there was also a thrill in the danger of it all. But there was also a twisted thrill in the idea of almost being caught, the danger of it, the illicit nature of what she and Edmund had just done.

The footsteps grew louder and stopped just outside her door. Angela held her breath, her heart pounding. The doorknob turned slowly and she felt her heart stop. Hearing the gentle knock, she bit her lip, not sure if she should respond.

"Angela, are you awake?" Julie's voice came out, filled with concern.

Angela's body tensed and she quickly pulled the covers up to her chest, hiding the mess beneath. "Y… yeah, Mom, I'm awake." She stammered, hoping her voice didn't give away how anxious she was.

The door opened a little more and Julie peeped inside. "Are you okay, honey? I thought I heard something."

Angela swallowed hard, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, just… just couldn't sleep. Probably jet lag." She tried to sound casual, but her voice was higher than usual, her words coming out too quickly.

Julie nodded, her eyes scanning the room briefly before settling on Angela. "Alright… well, try to get some rest, okay? It's late." She hesitated, as if sensing something was off, then gave a small smile. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, Mom." Angela replied, her heart still racing.

Julie lingered for a moment longer before quietly closing the door. Angela waited, listening intently to the sound of her mother's footsteps retreating down the hallway. When she was certain Julie was gone, she let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Her body was still tense.

Her head fell back into the pillows, her mind spinning. How close had she come to being caught? The thrill of it mixed with dread and she felt a strange excitement course through her veins. She couldn't help but wonder what Julie would have done if she had walked in a few minutes earlier.

Suddenly, Angela's phone vibrated on the nightstand, breaking her thoughts. She grabbed it quickly, her hands trembling. A message from Edmund flashed on the screen:

"Meet me in the study. Now."

Angela's breath hitched and her heart pounded even harder. She hesitated for a moment, her mind filled with conflicting emotions. Should she go? Her body still felt raw from his touch, her skin still tingling where his fingers had been. She wanted to see him, to feel his hands on her again, but she was also scared, terrified of what they had already done and what it meant for them.

But the pull was irresistible. She slipped out of bed, her legs shaky as she tiptoed across the room. She carefully opened the door, glancing down the hallway to ensure Julie was nowhere in sight. The way was clear.

Angela paced quietly down the hall, her feet barely making a sound on the polished wooden floor. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears. Reaching the study door, she paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The door was slightly open, and she could see the soft glow of the table lamp spilling out into the darkened corridor.

She pushed the door open and slipped inside, closing it gently behind her. Edmund was standing by the window, his silhouette dark against the moonlight streaming in. He turned to look at her, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips.

"You came." He murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction.

Angela swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "What… what did you want?" She whispered, her voice barely audible.

Edmund took another step closer to her, and his eyes were glinting hotly, burning with the kind of intensity that made it impossible to look away. "I didn't get enough of you." He said, his voice a husky growl. "I needed to see you again."

Angela's breath quickened, her body reacting to his words. "But my mom… she's awake." She protested weakly, knowing how futile her words were even as she spoke them.

"She's in her room." Edmund replied, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "And she won't hear a thing… unless you make too much noise, babygirl."

A shiver ran down her spine as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You like that, don't you? The danger of getting caught… the thrill of it all."

Angela could only nod her head as his hand smoothed down to her waist. "Yes." She whispered, the heat between them reigniting in a second.

He pushed her gently against the desk, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive hunger. "You drive me crazy, Angela." He muttered against her skin, his lips trailing down her neck. "I've never wanted anyone like this."

Angela moaned softly, her hands clutching his shoulders as his lips continued their torturous descent. "Edmund…" She gasped, feeling her resolve crumble.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Call me Daddy." He commanded, his voice firm and dominating.

"Daddy." She whispered, the word tasting forbidden on her lips.

His mouth crashed against hers in a fierce kiss, one that made her toes curl and her mind go blank. She was lost in the sensation, in the fire that burned between them. He lifted her onto the desk, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them apart as he stepped closer.

Edmund's fingers traced the edge of her robe, slowly pushing it up to reveal her bare thighs. Angela shivered with anticipation as his hands tracing up her skin to that most intimate of places. She could almost feel the heat from his touch, the roughness of fingers against a soft skin.

"You're so beautiful, Angela." He murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I could just sit and watch you all night."

Angela blushed at his words, her heart fluttering in her chest. She watched as he knelt down in front of her, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned in, his breath hot against her inner thigh as he placed a soft kiss on her skin.

She gasped, her body trembling with desire as he continued to kiss and lick her thighs, moving closer and closer to her center. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing, her body aching for his touch.

"Please." She begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, Daddy."

Edmund looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Please what, babygirl?" He asked, his voice teasing.

Angela bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Please… touch me." She whispered, her voice filled with need.

Edmund's smile widened and he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Angela moaned, her body arching off the desk as waves of pleasure washed over her. He continued to lick and suck her, his fingers joining in to heighten her pleasure.

She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing with each stroke of his tongue. She gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she tried to hold back her moans. The last thing she wanted was to alert Julie to their late-night rendezvous.

Just as she was about to reach her climax, Edmund pulled away, leaving her panting and desperate for more. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with frustration and desire.

"Why did you stop?" She asked, her voice breathless.

Edmund stood up, his eyes dark with lust. "Because, babygirl, I want to be inside you when you come."

Angela's heart raced with excitement as he quickly undid his belt and pushed down his pants, revealing his hard length. She licked her lips, her body aching with anticipation as he positioned himself between her legs.

He entered her slowly, allowing her body to adjust to his size. Angela softly moaned as he completely filled her, her eyes rolled back in her head. He started moving, his hips thrusting against hers in a steady rhythm.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her with each thrust. Their bodies moved in sync, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

"You feel so good, Angela." Edmund groaned, his voice filled with pleasure. "So tight, so wet."

Angela could only moan in response, her body taken by the sensations coursing through her. She could feel her orgasm building once again, her body tensing with each thrust of his hips. Edmund leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss as he continued to move inside her. She could taste herself on his lips, the mixture of their desires driving her wild.

"Come for me, babygirl." He whispered against her lips. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

His words pushed her over the edge and she came, her body trembling with pleasure. Edmund followed soon after, his body tensing as he released himself deep inside her.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still joined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Edmund pulled out of her gently, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"That was… incredible." Angela whispered.

Edmund chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "You're incredible, babygirl." He said, his voice filled with affection.

Just as Angela was about to respond, a loud thud came from upstairs. Both of them froze, their eyes widening in alarm.

"What was that?" Angela's voice was barely audible.

Edmund's eyes narrowed, his head tilting slightly as he listened. "Stay here." He ordered, his tone shifting from playful to serious in an instant. He moved away from her, walking quietly to the door and pressing his ear against it.

Angela waited, every second felt like an eternity. She watched him slowly open the door a crack and peer into the hallway. She could hardly breathe, her mind filled with fear and anticipation.

He stepped back, his face shadowed, his expression unreadable. "Stay quiet." He whispered with a hint of urgency in his voice. "I think… I think someone's in the house."

Angela's heart was racing against her chest. "What? Who?"

Edmund's eyes flickered back to her, his face suddenly deadly serious. "I don't know… but it's not Julie."

He moved closer, grabbing her hand, his grip firm. "We need to check it out." He whispered. "Stay close to me."

Angela nodded, fear twisting in her stomach. They stepped into the hallway together, the shadows deep and foreboding around them. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind outside, seemed amplified in the stillness of the night.

They walked down the hall slowly until a cold breeze hit her skin and she shivered. The air felt different, filled with fear, anticipation and something unsaid. They came up the staircase and Edmund gestured to her to stay behind while he went first. Angela watched him disappear into the darkness below, her heart in her throat. Seconds ticked by and felt like hours.

She heard a loud crash from the first floor, followed by a muffled curse. Angela's blood ran cold. She heard footsteps moving toward the staircase and felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw a shadowy figure sprint up the stairs.

"Edmund!" She cried out, her voice a strangled whisper.

Edmund darted back up the stairs, his face a mask of urgency. "Run, Angela!" He shouted, grabbing her arm and pulling her with him. "Now!"

They reached her room and Edmund pushed her inside, slamming the door shut and locking it behind them. He pressed his ear against the door, listening intently.

Angela's heart hammered in her chest as she stood frozen, watching him. "What's happening?" She whispered.

Edmund turned to her, his eyes dark with something she couldn't pinpoint. "I don't know." He moved closer, taking her hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring. "Stay with me. No matter what happens."

Angela nodded, as they stood there in the darkness, they both knew this night was far from over.

The real danger was just beginning.