Stéphane had never desired Aleen; she was off-limits as his wife's daughter, Christine. But something about her captivated and locked him in, igniting his appetite and desire for her. Stéphane knew he should keep his distance; he shouldn't have any longing for his stepdaughter. He shouldn't want to know how she tastes or long to feel her tightness wrapped around him as he buried himself deep inside her. However, all resolve to resist was shattered when Aleen boldly made the first move, bringing Stéphane to his knees and causing him to taste the forbidden when she called him 'Daddy'.
View More"Do you want me to?" He replies. The knock comes again and I stare at him, my wide eyes asking the obvious question."Is there an alternative?" I can't see one. He can't just drive off, that would be highly suspicious. Though, looking at him, I don't think he minds. "Okay. You might want to stay out of view." He tells me. I know what that means, I look properly fucked. Blushing, I lean back on my seat, out of view as he turns to roll down his window by a slit. "You have been parked for longer than visiting hours, sir." An authoritative voice says as soon as the window rolls down. I vaguely recognise it as the voice of one of the security men that are on night duty for the residential area. I don't know them because I am rarely out and about late at night, but I come across them early in the morning returning from the library. "Oh. I was just leaving. Thank you." Stephane replies, his tone is relaxed and polite. And then the window rolls back up, he starts the car and is driving ou
"Fuck. Aleen. Fuck. You will be the end of me. I am close. You are so tight. So fucking perfect. Fuck." Stephane growls, his mouth is hot against my neck, he increases the pace as he pulls back to look in my eyes.I remember vaguely that he wants me to watch him come, my eyes flit closed but I hold them open, excited for the challenge. I see it happening even as my own rapture races up to catch me. His thrusts becomes violent, uncoordinated and almost desperate, stroking deep into me as I moan gibberish, breathing hard in sync with him.I reach the finish line first, screaming loudly, hoarsely as the orgasm takes over my body, it is more intense than the first one, and I flail over the edge. My body jerks violently as I crash, not even trying to gain control of any kind, I just let go, the fiery warmth spreading throughout my core. Then, because I want to watch him too, even in this moment of intense pleasure climax.I open my eyes a slit, see him smirk a little like he was waiting fo
"Fuck.""Fuck." We both moan. At the same time. His head is thrown back, eyes shut tight, mine is open only a fraction. The space between us feels like a universe of its own. Small and all encompassing. Then I start moving, simply because I can't remain still, he is like a volcano inside me, I have to move to accommodate him, I feel like I am choked full on him, it is wickedly delicious. I flex my hips, grinding slowly, taking him in and out, slowly, gently, my walls constrict around him and he moans out loud, a deeply sexy baritone that sounds like it is coming from somewhere untouched and unexplored. I feel flattered. I always do when we get together like this. It is incredibly ego boosting to have him like this, moaning unrestricted, his pleasure apparent on his handsome face. His grip on my hips tighten and I start moving faster, bouncing up and down instead of grinding, my knees are not made for this but I am determined. If only to hear him make those sounds. His fingers dig i
"You are so beautiful when you come, Aleen." Stephane whispers against my hair, his hand strokes my back, calming me down from my high. I like that he always calls me by my name. There is something about the way he says it, the pronunciation of the two syllables with an emphasis on the first syllable. He makes it sound like something exquisite and it makes me feel like something exquisite. Warmth unfurls in my core and spreads, lingering everywhere. "Yeah? I want to see you too." I lift my body up to look in his eyes, they widen slightly and then cloud over as he gets what I mean. I fumble behind me for his pants buttons. I am so turned on. I just came and yet I want more. I want him inside me. And I want him now. "I think you already do." He smirks. He is right, I know what he looks like when he comes. Glorious is the word. It is like watching a greek god show an hint of emotion. He cracks open like the best present. A reward. It is intoxicating. He allows himself feel it thoroug
"No, Aleen. I don't want to." He leans forward and bites my neck, grazing his sharp canines along the sensitive skin, I inhale sharply, feeling heat spread to my brain, overtaking common sense and rationality. We are going to do this. Here. Right now. I am going to fuck him, right in front of the Rez. Anyone could come knock on the car door, wondering why a luxurious tinted car was parked in front of a female student residential building. And I don't care. I am past caring. If I don't have him now, I might lose my mind from the want of it. "Just you. Just you, Aleen." He growls against my lips before taking them in a searing kiss, I go blind from the impact. Actually, no, I just close my eyes tight."Oh yeah?" I whisper into his mouth, he sucks on my tongue, rendering me hot and speechless. "I want to fuck you in a million different ways. I want to memorise your body and all the ways I could make it tick. I want to fuck you hard and slow and raw and madly. I have plans for you, if
"I said I don't like to share too. You don't like the idea of Benjamin and I together, I also hate the idea of you going to bed with my mother." I don't know where the insane confidence is coming from but I appreciate it. "Oh, Aleen." There is a trace of a smirk on his face as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ears, his hand is huge against my face, with thick visible veins. I swallow, I know he can see how turned on I am by him, but he is enjoying me like this. Jealous and bitchy. "What?" I ask, sounding a tad bit defensive. "Are you jealous?" He asks, he runs his tongue across his lower lip and I can't take my eyes off him, then I look up to his eyes and see the glee in their dark depths and I pull back from him, suddenly annoyed and yes, very jealous. Extremely, foolishly, uncontrollably so. "I am not. I am just saying. It is not fair. You get to play this role and I get what? My mother's leftovers?" I snap, biting my tongue too late. After I already spilled the ugly words
"Tell me, Aleen. I want to hear you say it." I lean in to whisper into her ears, she shudders, I breath her in, going heady with her scent. I am intoxicated on her and I didn't even know it was happening. "I can't." She whispers, her voice is raspy and low. "Why not? You just said it." I pull back to look into her eyes, they are wet now, her lips are open slightly and the expression on her gorgeous face is one I have seen before. One that sets my blood on fire for her. Wanting her in a way that was both vital and destructive. Wanting to make her mine. Completely and irrevocably. "I don't regret us. I am afraid to admit that out loud because then, what does that make me? What kind of person am I if I don't regret or feel bad about this?" My poor girl. She looks properly tortured over it. She is pure and I underestimated how much this would weigh on her conscience. I caress her chin gently. Keeping my eyes on hers."You are not a bad person for listening to your body, Aleen. Lust an
"So. You did what you threatened to do." He adds, not taking his eyes off me. All the remaining air in my lungs rush out of me. "Uh, no. Actually, yes. But no. I didn't plan for this." I hate that I stutter and sound absolutely stupid. But nothing changes in his icy eyes, either humour or concern. He just fixes me with that unblinking gaze that makes me feel things I shouldn't. "That doesn't do anything to make me feel less of what I currently feel." He says, his baritone is still rough, he yields it like a lash across my skin. Sharp and cold. "And what is it you feel?" I brave a glance into his eyes. They are like a pair of dark bottomless pits. "Rage. Aleen. I told you, I didn't share. And I had to watch you kiss him. Aleen, what I feel right now, is beyond words but rage comes close to describing it." His voice has gone even lower, more dangerous. I swallow and the unfounded urge to get out of the car and run away comes to me, so strong, I have to shake my head to free the thou
Aleen's POV::"What are you doing here?" My voice is small and shaky, I look around, there aren't many people around and Stephane is doing a great job blending into the dark shade the huge oak tree in front of the building provides. If anyone was watching me from the reception area, they would think I was talking to myself. Which would be better than seeing who I am talking to. Knowing who he is. I am being paranoid, of course. This is college. Nobody gives a shit. "That is all you have to say?" I see the outline of his head cocking to the right, I can't see his face from here but I can smell him. Overpowering, it makes me burn beneath my skin. My pulse is racing, and my mouth has gone dry. I can't make sense of anything. I just feel a sense of vindication at being proven right that I wasn't losing my mind, conjuring him up out of thin air. That was really him at the restaurant earlier. If he was there then, and here now, does that mean he had been following us? Watching Benjamin and
Aleen's POV:: "Your tardiness is unacceptable, Aleen," my stepfather's baritone voice boomed in the dimly lit sitting room, sending shivers down my spine. In that moment, a mix of fear, realization, and anticipation coursed through me as I squinted, attempting to locate his position in the room. My heart raced when I saw a looming figure advancing towards me. Every nerve in my body tingled in ways I had never experienced before. "Damn it, Aleen! He is your father," a voice in my head scolded, but my body arrogantly ignored it. In the presence of Stéphane, my senses were rendered useless, my body subjected to his every whim. There was something about this man that had a hold over me, something that made me want to throw caution to the wind and beg him to take me as he pleased. From the first time my mother introduced me to Stéphane as her soon-to-be husband after the death of my father three years ago, I knew he was trouble. Standing before me, tall and commanding, exuding a mascul...
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