CHAPTER 2

Aleen's POV::

A moan was coaxed from me, as he gently nipped my lower lip. I could sense his hesitation, likely due to the myriad factors at play. He was my mother's husband, my stepfather, a man two decades my senior, everything about this felt so wrong, yet so undeniably right. Deep within, I acknowledged the taboo nature of our actions, the disapproval it would garner, but in that moment, it was all eclipsed by the intoxicating feeling of being with him.

If Stephane didn't touch me within the next few seconds, I would lose my sanity.

"I don't know what you want me to say," I replied, attempting to deceive him, my words emerging like sharp, bitter barbs. Dammit! I wasn't supposed to be accountable to this man, even though he was my stepfather. As an adult, I had every right to live my life and go out as I pleased, free from the burden of accountability. Yet, a part of me yearned for his dominance, willingly submitting to him.

"Daddy," I murmured softly.

With those words, the last shred of resistance Stephane had for me shattered, his lips crashing onto mine with ferocity, causing me to stumble backwards. In an instant, I was consumed by the force of his desire, his mouth ravaging mine, begging me to open up to him. And I did.

A shiver ran through me as his lips moved down to my chest, my breasts feeling heavy and sensitive, my nipples tingling even more than they were from the cold wine bottle I had pressed to my chest what felt like a lifetime ago when he arrived home for the first time. I pressed my body against his, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure from him, his lips on mine felt like heaven.

I eagerly opened my mouth and our tongues engaged in a fierce battle for dominance. I sucked on his mouth with a fervor akin to a desperate addiction, craving more and more of him, his mouth, his touch.

Stephane's large hands curled around my slender waist, pulling me towards him, his hardness evident against me.

Through all of this, one thought remained in my mind - I wanted him, all of him, his touch, his body, his love. And with that, I surrendered myself to him completely.

With a tight grip on his soft, luxurious hair, my hand curled around the back of his neck as our lips locked together. We stayed in that passionate moment until he ended the kiss, our foreheads pressed together as we caught our breath. No words were spoken in the dark, only the sounds of our heavy breaths filling the room.

"We shouldn't have done that," Stephane whispered softly. "I'm your stepfather, Aleen! God, you are killing me," he added with a soft groan when my hand moved down his chest to his lower waist.

"A stepfather should not kiss his daughter," I said, my voice oozing with seduction. I could feel him shaking.

"A stepfather should not lust after his stepdaughter."

"A stepfather should not have an erection for his stepdaughter." I repeated all the forbidden things he was not supposed to feel towards me. My hand found its way into the waistband of his boxers, and Stephane shifted backward.

"God, Aleen, if you continue with this, I will toss you over on my bed and spank that gorgeous, little ass to teach you a lesson." Another moan escaped my lips, and he groaned in response.

I couldn't answer, just hyperventilated as I envisioned Stephane tossing me on the bed he shares with my mother, bending me over, baring my ass, and cracking his palm across my cheeks.

"Tell me, beautiful girl," he said, covering my hand on his cock with his large hands as he guided me in giving his cock a squeeze. God, he was huge. Bigger than what I had expected. He felt full. His cock lurched forwards as we squeezed, and I felt him growing in my palm, pulsating at the touch of me. My mouth watered. My pussy wet as I envisioned this massive part of him entering me, feeling me, and burying itself deeply inside me.

"I-I..." I stuttered, unable to put my jumbled thoughts into words.

He dragged his tongue along my ear, causing my knees to grow weak. He was taking control of everything, and I let him. He nibbled on my ear again, his warm breath tickling me and sending goosebumps all over my body.

"It's so wrong, but I want you, and I don't know why." The forbidden desire between us only fueled the intensity of our passions.

He nibbled on my earlobe before tracing it with his tongue. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, making me even more aroused. My panties were soaked, my inner muscles trembling with anticipation. My body craved for him, wanting every inch of him.

Suddenly, without warning, he lifted and spun me around. My lower stomach pressed against the countertop in the dining table. His hand was placed in the center of my back as he bent me over. My breasts now exposed and vulnerable once again.

"It's so wrong," he purred. "But that's what will make it feel so incredible. You have no idea how long I've yearned for you. You have no fucking clue the things I want to do to you."

I gasped at my stepfather's words and turned to look at him, my eyes widening in shock. He turned on a dim light in the sitting room, providing just enough illumination for me to see him clearly. And what I saw made my throat run dry. I had been living in this mansion with him for the past three weeks, seeing him around my mother. I had even caught them making out twice, but what I saw now was beyond imaginable.

Stéphane stood behind me, looking like a dark and alluring beast. His eyes were dark, filled with a primal and lustful fire as he watched me, bent over the table, my backside up in the air with my short shorts. I was waiting for him.