[Dawn]Aldo is searching his mind for the correct response. He can see my neck bulging and my temple flashing with a pulsing vein. My anger is a live wire, crackling through the confined space of the car. I’ve gone from zero to one hundred over my damn brother, and my frustration is practically vibrating off me.That’s when the car horn blares.And another.A car veers sharply into our lane.Aldo slams on the brakes, and the force yanks me forward in my seat. The seatbelt digs into my chest as I instinctively grab at the dash, my fingers clawing for stability. My heart rockets into my throat.Then Aldo swerves hard left, the tires screeching against the asphalt as the van swings violently to the side. I see it clearly now—them.It’s the men from the car!The Russians Aldo’s been paranoid about. They’re grinning, laughing like this is all a game to them. My stomach twists in a cold knot as they swing back across, aiming straight for us again.“Shit,” Aldo spits, his voice tight with fu
[Aldo]My blood is still pumping even as we drive down to the docks twenty minutes later. My flesh is crawling around my body, and I’ve barely said a peep since we joined with the Colombino’s. Neither of us have. The last attempt was close.Really fucking close.All I’ve been thinking about is, what the fuck has Andre been up to? What is he not telling me? I’m chewing my damn lip off thinking about it! I follow the other cars on autopilot. But soon we’re down among the old brick warehouses of Brooklyn and headed near the old Navy yard. There’s scrap metal everywhere, and I can practically feel the grease in the air. Dawn is staring out the window, she looks troubled too.I shouldn’t have let the thing about her brother slip…“It was fucking close, hey?” I say, hoping to dissipate the air.Dawn just nods.“Those bastards, though. I just can’t think why the Kumairns would be doing this? Like, is it a Russian thing?” Again, Dawn’s reaction is minimal. She just shrugs this time, and I
[Aldo]“Me neither,” Dawn says out of the side of her mouth. “There’s something they’re not telling us. Something they know.”We both share a look of caution toward one another. Are we in the depths of a trap? Could this all be a move to force Luca’s hand? The thought suddenly strikes me and scares the shit out of me. What if that’s the whole point? What if the other Russians were trying to warn us?My mind goes into overdrive as I come to a stop in front of the group. I can instantly see who Sergei is. He’s a wolf of a man. Standing over six feet, thick gray hair and a beard, all groomed, and a suit that barely stretches across his barrel chest. He’s sixty-five but looks like he’d put me in the ground with ease. He’s covered in tattoos.We share one last look and get out. I immediately slide open the rear van door and grab our things. When I come back, I catch a glimpse of Leandro’s father, Nicholas Colombino, the biggest Don of them all. Luca even answers him. He’s the same age as
[Dawn]I should have known that Sophie would plan something like this. I should have expected it when she decided to ship us up to New York. Of course she would’ve planned a little dinner like this. Of course she knew we would’ve had to reschedule the tickets. The more and more that this trip has gone ahead, the more I’ve sensed Sophie’s touch on everything. Hell, I’m surprised that she didn’t organize the Russians…I’m sitting in a seat waiting for Aldo. We’ve just finished our meal at the rooftop restaurant of our hotel. Sophie, as it turns out, had made a booking at a super fancy restaurant for us.More than that, she’d shipped a suit and dress for both of us to wear on a date. She was playing cupid and enjoying it.And I had to admit, I was enjoying it too.Aldo looked damn hot in his suit, and I felt pretty beautiful in my dress. The little note attached from Sophie told me she’d designed it especially for me to wear.Aldo comes back from the toilet and puts a hand out for me.
[Dawn]The kiss is tantalizingly delicate.Slow. Heartfelt. Our lips move in sync, tracing emotions too deep for words. Every kiss is deliberate, every brush of his lips against mine a promise. His hands explore the curve of my body, skimming the fabric of my dress in a way that makes me ache for more. I can feel the tension in his touch—the restraint, the barely contained hunger. I want him to tear the dress from my body, just as I want to rip his suit off with the same fervor. But we hold out, the anticipation coiling tighter. His lips trail from mine to my neck, tasting the line from my collarbone up to the sensitive skin behind my ear. When he nibbles at my earlobe, my knees nearly buckle. His hands find my zipper, teasing the line down my back with agonizing slowness. I slip his jacket from his shoulders, and we both take our time undressing each other, savoring the unveiling. When I’m finally bare before him, his eyes darken, filled with something primal and reverent.
[Dawn]Aldo grins and doesn’t stop tracing his circles. I stare at his muscular chest for a few seconds, weighing everything up, before answering. “You remember when we were kids and there was that summer when you came around and Andre wasn’t home one time and we hung out?”.Aldo’s grin widens. “Really? Then?” He’s gobsmacked.I nod. “I know how silly it is. But us just mucking around and having fun together felt so right. So comfortable.”“We had a fart competition,” Aldo says. He laughs. Heartily. It warms me.“Yeah, but we had a fart competition and it was fun.”Aldo just shakes his head and keeps grinning and tracing his circles. “Well, it’s good to know a good toot can bring people closer.”I laugh now, and he squeezes up against me.We lay there, and everything just feels perfect. We’ve spent so much of the night lost in each other's bodies that we’ve only got six hours until our flight at ten in the morning.I reflect back on the trip, and I think I need to thank Sophie for m
[Aldo]Dawn throws my hand down instantly. I go to ask what’s wrong, then see Andre.“Hey, hey,” he says. “It’s the drivers.”Dawn and I both pause for a second before going forward. “Andre, what're you doing here?” Dawn asks.“Luca told me to come get you guys. Said everything went well.” He’s grinning despite everything. “Said Leandro was happy with you two and everything.”I feel like we’ve been set up. Is this another trick from Sophie and Luca? To send us back into a trap? Or to teach us to be careful? The paranoia of the trip is getting to me.“So how was it?” Andre asks.“Good,” I say.“Bad,” Dawn says.We both look at each other quickly, and Andre laughs.“I get it,” he says, pointing between us. “I bet Aldo made you listen to those corny classics the whole drive up.” He throws an arm around his sister and grins. “She just doesn’t like your music, bro. She never has.”Dawn grins. “Yep.” She laughs nervously.Our nervous energy seems to be lost on Andre, he seems too happy. We
[Aldo]Over the next few weeks, my conflict grows at the same rate as my love for Dawn does. I spend my mornings and days hanging out with Andre, unless I’ve got a day off, then I go to Dawn’s. Otherwise, every day is the same, as is every night. I head out for some family errand or some other reason and secretly meet Dawn.We laugh and talk. We shop and dine out at restaurants. We have secret breakfasts and text each other constantly. Andre thinks I’ve just got a string of women on the end of my finger and often jokes about it. I play along, because, for once, it grants me privacy from his wandering eyes.And I grant him his privacy back.I end up dropping the whole Russian thing. His mood has changed now that he’s working for Luca, and he doesn’t seem so secretive. He still hasn’t told me what went wrong up north other than a breakup. but I sense it’s a tender wound. It still gnaws at him, and when he thinks I’m not looking, I see the stress still there. But all in all, he is hap
“Yes.” My voice is almost a whisper. I can hardly hear it over the pounding of my heart. “Yes, Daddy.”He smiles slowly. “That’s good. What I really want is to be your daddy in every way, Hazel. I want to comfort and care for you, and love you, and I want to play games with you, games I think we will both enjoy, things we’ve tried out a little already. I want to be your daddy in bed, and I want you to be my little girl. Do you want that, too?”“Yes,” I breathe.“That’s good.” He takes another sip of his drink and then places the glass on the nightstand between us. “Then in that case,” he says. “You’re going to be a good little girl for me tonight.”#Xavier #it’s a relief to let go, to drop the burden of self-control. To lay down the mantle of responsibility and honour and just say, fuck it.Hazel’s safety and wellbeing comes first. I will always care for her and protect her, but knowing that she wants what I want, that she’s as eager to be my willing little girl as I am to be her b
“Hazel.” His voice is soft but censorious, a father gently correcting a child, but something inside me is breaking open; something that can’t be contained. I love him. I love him with a kind of fierceness that can’t be locked up or tamed.“Xavier.” I match his tone. “Don’t you know everything’s different between us? I can’t pretend we’re the same as we were before. I can’t pretend I don’t love you, and I don’t want to. What if it…what if it wasn’t a secret anymore?”He closes his eyes for a second and takes a breath. “Sweetheart. You know how I feel about you, but look around. We don’t live in a world where this is okay. And with your mother gone, I want you to know that I will always be there for you, okay? As…as a father.”“I know, Dad.” I tighten my arms around him, squeezing him before I ask the question that might make him pull away from me. “I know you will always be there for me. But I don’t want to stop what we’re doing. I…want you. Even if we have to do it in secret, then fin
The wedding is a short Uber ride from our hotel at a winery. Guests in their finery are milling all over the place, inside and out, and it’s clear the entire space is rented out just for the wedding. White ribbons billow from every post, and strings of Edison bulbs sway in the wind above us. Xavier doesn’t wait for a server, and walks right into the main room, ordering a scotch from the bar. When the bartender offers me a glass of wine, Xavier answers for me. “She’ll have a Coke.”We head outside, towards the back where white wooden chairs have been set out in neat rows below a makeshift ceiling of string lights, and I trail after Xavier as he circulates among the guests, introducing me to the people I don’t know and reminding me about the people I do. It feels a little like a game of make-believe, and I wonder if anyone would believe I’m Xavier’s date—except that he keeps introducing me to people as his daughter.When a woman in a headset with a clipboard starts telling us to take ou
“Babe,” she resists, blinking nervously. She knows me well enough to know when I won’t back down.I take a step forward. “I’ll call Patrick to take you to a hotel tonight.” Our family lawyer, Patrick, is well known to Melanie. “Tomorrow you’ll find accommodations for yourself. You will not speak to Hazel, you will not show up on our doorstep, and any future communication will go through Patrick.”She twists her mouth, furrowing her brow. Frustration is etched all over her face. “You could have had it all and now you’re going to throw it away?”I take another step forward, dwarfing her with my full height. “Could have had what?” I ask menacingly. “You and your daughter? She’s not yours to sell, Melanie.”“I’ll use it against you,” she threatens. “I’ll destroy you!”“I don’t care what you do. You think you can send any storm my way that I can’t weather? Do your worst. But don’t you dare try to use Hazel as a pawn.”She steps back. “You’ll have to pay me more alimony to shut me up!”“The
She sighs. “The point is this: We could both have what we want in this marriage, if you can just expand your definition of what a marriage is.”I roll my eyes, pulling my hands away. “Didn’t we try this already?” Years ago, at Melanie’s insistence, we’d tried swinging and I’d hated it.“See what you’re doing? You’re closing your mind already. You don’t even know what I’m going to say!”“Fine.”She continues. “I miss our lifestyle. I love being the wife of big, strong, rich Xavier Rochat.” The description irks me—those three things are all I am to her. “But we could lead separate, independent lives. Free to see or fuck other people if we want.”“But I don’t want that, Melanie. I’ve never wanted that.”She leans in, a satisfied look on her face like she knows she’s about to score the winning goal. “But don’t you? With me as your wife, Xavi, it doesn’t look weird for Hazel to be living here. No one will raise an eyebrow. What you do behind closed doors, no one will know about. I’m the pe
Xavier i’m surprised to find Melanie sitting at the kitchen island when I come downstairs. I’ve worked out, showered, and done a couple of hours of work at my desk but it’s still only ten in the morning. Melanie almost never gets up before noon.“Good morning,” I say civilly. “Coffee?”“Please.” She widens her eyes emphatically. “I’ve missed good coffee.”I don’t take the bait. I don’t ask more about her life in New Mexico or why she didn’t have good coffee, I don’t even return her smile. I just load up the Nespresso and pour two cups.“Hazel and I will be out today,” I tell her as I pass her a mug, and I don’t miss how her eyes flash up at me with sudden interest. “We’re going to Sarah Kearns’ wedding.”“Together?”The way she asks the question takes me by surprise, as if there’s something unusual about it. “I don’t have a date. Thought it might be fun for Hazel.”“Hm.” She takes a sip of her coffee, both hands wrapped around the mug. The oversize white dress shirt she’s wearing sli
I pause for a beat. He knows about it, of course, because he pays for it. It just seems like an out of the blue question. “About a year,” I answer.“And you take it every day? The way you’re supposed to?”“Yes.”He strokes harder, faster, his eyes glazed and distant as he looks at me. “That’s good. And when you had sex with Dante, where did he come? Inside of you?”“Yes.” For some reason, this line of questioning makes me nervous, like I might be in trouble. Lines seem blurred. But there’s an urgency to Xavier’s question; thinking about it is turning him on. “But in a condom,” I add.“That’s good,” he breathes, voice quivering. “That’s good, baby.” His brow furrows deeply, as if he’s in pain, and his breath starts coming in hard, rough pants. “Show me how good your tits feel. Squeeze them for me. Let me see you play with them.”Lifting my hands, I cup each one, rubbing and massaging them while my stepfather stares with rapt attention. I have a terrible thought, a thought I feel guilty
Hazeli wake up what feels like hours later. The lamp is still on, and Xavier and I are both sprawled out on our backs, asleep for who knows how long. My t-shirt is pulled up, Xavier’s cum drying on my breasts, and he’s naked from the waist down. If Melanie were to walk in, there would certainly be no way to hide what we were doing.I wonder idly if she could have heard anything through the wall. The house has remarkable soundproofing, but the low, guttural roar Xavier gave as he came would be unmistakable if she heard it. I kind of hope she did, I think meanly. It would serve her right to find out that I’m fucking her husband.Although… Her husband. I hate to think of Xavier that way. He’s mine in every way. Every way…except one.The sex I had with Dante last summer felt good at the time, even though it seemed like I couldn’t get the rhythm quite right, and I definitely didn’t come. But being penetrated, having a man inside of me, was a kind of pleasure I hadn’t expected—like it fulf
It’s a risky thing to say, a risky kink every time I try it out, but Hazel only flashes me a naughty look. “I don’t care,” she answers defiantly, giving my cock a squeeze.Dirty girl.She grips the shaft of my cock, rubbing her hand up and down over the fabric of my pants while I lie still, breathing heavily as she gets me erect. She releases her grip, running fingers lightly up my length and wriggling her hand under my waistband until I can feel her skin against mine. Her hand is warm and soft as she encircles my hard cock again and starts stroking it.She’s so good at making me come already. So good at taking my cock. I’m pleased and oddly proud that she’s learned so much about what I like so quickly. What she hasn’t learned yet, though, is how much her pleasure is a part of my arousal. Knowing I can make my stepdaughter come, when no one ever has before, gets me harder than anything.“Has anyone ever licked your pussy before?” I ask quietly, combing my fingers through the hair at h