SadieThe last thing I wanted to do was having a conversation alone with Cyrus, but I couldn’t exactly ignore a direct summons. When I walked into his office, my breath left me in a rush when my eyes landed on him. He sat behind his desk in a dress-shirt and tie with his sleeves rolled up past his forearms. His hair was slightly mussed, and he looked so powerful and sexy, I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through this interaction.The memory of our last kiss flashed through my head, and my body shivered thinking of the pleasure he’d given me. I had to push the thought out of my head. I couldn’t let myself lose control around him again.“Thank you for coming to speak with me, Miss Bruns,” he said. “Please, have a seat.”I took a little comfort in the fact that he was calling me Miss Bruns again. Using my first name had felt far too…intimate.Making my way across the room, I sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk and kept my expression carefully neutral and polite.“What can I
He spun us around. Moving toward his desk, he took one arm and swept the surface clean before laying me down on top of it. He kissed me again as he squeezed and groped my breasts. His lips left mine, and he trailed them along my jaw and down my throat. I whimpered as he kept going lower. He stopped at my chest and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it as he pinched and tugged at the other.It was too much, and yet, it wasn’t enough. I was pulsing between my legs, more and more desperate for release with each second that passed. As if he could sense my racing thoughts and desires, Cyrus moved from my breasts and made his way down my belly, stopping long enough to push my skirt up and pull down my underwear. He pushed my thighs apart and released a heavy breath that I felt against my tender flesh.“You’re gorgeous,” he growled, his eyes devouring me. With a smirk, he glanced up to meet my gaze. “I wonder if you taste as good as you look.”I let out a little cry when he lowered his
Cyrus“Cyrus? What’s the matter, baby? You don’t look like you’re having a good time.”I barely kept myself from rolling my eyes at my date’s childish whining. She clung to my arm, shoving her breasts against me and suffocating me with her cloying perfume. I glanced at her and scowled. Not long ago, I’d have found her overly-contoured face and surgically sculpted body appealing, but tonight…she wasn’t doing it for me.“I’m tired,” I grumbled, taking a deep drink of my scotch. It was the third or fourth one I had already. I couldn’t remember, but I also didn’t care. I wanted to get drunk, so I could numb this throbbing ache in my chest.This pain was all Sadie’s fault. I shouldn’t be this torn up inside over her, but I couldn’t get her out of my head. She’d burrowed her way into my mind and planted roots. I wanted to rip her out of there, so I could get some damn peace, and I’d thought going out with someone else would help. The woman next to me, Brittany, had been all but throwing her
Frowning, I looked out the car window. We were parked by the curb in front of the townhouse and it took my addled brain a few moments to realize what it was that had my driver so startled.Ralph.He stood at the bottom of the front steps, his hands in his pockets and shoulders slumped. He stared at the car expectantly. Was the bastard waiting for me?With a snarl, I got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind me.“What the hell are you doing here, Ralph?” I barked, stomping toward him. “Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you came here again?”I saw his throat work as he gulped, and I could tell he was nervous as he gazed up at me.“I…I want to talk to you about Megan,” he stammered. “I want custody back.”I stared at him, momentarily struck speechless.“Are you kidding me?” I spat. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?”He shook his head. I could tell he was trying to be brave, but I obviously intimidated him. Good. I wanted him to tremble in fear whenever he was around me.“I
SadieI paced the floor of my room, too stressed and in my head to go to sleep. Cyrus had gone out on a date. A date! I knew I shouldn’t care. I should actually be glad. If he was with someone else, that meant he was moving past me.Yet, the thought made my stomach twist so hard, I thought I might be sick.I had no right to feel this way. After all, I was the one who rejected him. I’d practically run out of his office after he’d given me an incredible orgasm that had made my eyes roll in the back of my head. It had been so incredibly selfish of me, but I’d panicked. Sex was a line that I knew we shouldn’t cross, but we kept inching closer and closer to it. I felt out of control when I was in his arms, and that scared me. I’d never felt like that with anyone before.What was I going to do? I couldn’t keep going like this. I couldn’t hide in my room and pace back and forth every time he went out with someone else. I couldn’t just avoid him whenever things got awkward between us. Still,
“Yes,” he growled with a nod. “Touch me.”I gazed into his eyes. He stared back at me, his gaze slightly glassy but hungry and desperate. I couldn’t remember a man ever looking at me the way that Cyrus did. As if he would simply die if he couldn’t have me, especially at that moment, when he was drunk and not fully in control of himself. His armor was down, and he wasn’t trying to hide just how much he wanted me.It was intoxicating, and my head began to swim with a combination of lust and giddiness. Holding his gaze, I slowly undid his pants and slid my hand inside past his underwear. I wrapped my fingers around him and watched his jaw clench as a groan slipped past his lips. His hand remained between my legs, his fingers rubbing my sensitive flesh as I stroked his hard length.Our breaths mingled as our lips hovered so close together, we were practically kissing, but we held back as we continued to gaze into each other’s eyes. As I watched pleasure dance across his face, my own pleas
CyrusI had never felt such an intense and mind-numbing fear. The moment I’d heard Megan’s scream, I’d grown instantly sober. All thoughts of what I and Sadie had just been doing vanished from his mind.Sadie was right beside me as we sprinted up the stairs and down the hall to Megan’s room. I burst through the door and my eyes instantly settled on my niece, who sat up in her bed, sobbing.“Megan? What’s wrong?” I asked.She didn’t say a word, unable to speak around her cries, but she pointed to the window. I rushed across the room and threw it open. There was a tree branch that hung so close, its branches nearly scraped the glass of her window. I hadn’t realized the tree was that close to the townhouse. I looked all around, but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. The street below was quiet and empty but well-lit with streetlights. It would be difficult for someone to hide from view, even at night. I didn’t see anyone walking along the sidewalk. A couple cars drove by, but neit
That did seem to comfort Megan a bit more. Sniffling, she lifted her head from Sadie’s chest and turned her face toward me. Her face was red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. It gutted me to see her so distraught, and I wanted to hunt down Ralph at that very moment and beat him bloody.“Okay, Uncle Cyrus,” she murmured. She moved from Sadie’s lap and climbed into mine, curling up like a kitten. I gazed down at her a moment, stunned. I wasn’t exactly the guy people turned to for comfort, and yet, here was this tiny girl, putting all her trust in me to keep her safe and calm her fears.Looking up to find Sadie gazing at us with a soft expression, my heart began to race. She reached over and laid her hand on my shoulder. We didn’t say a word, just hovered around Megan, offering her what comfort and security we could. I wanted to hold her and never let her go. I never wanted to see that tear-filled expression on her face ever again. She continued to cry and whimper, but the sounds
“Don’t call me that,” I mumbled.“What, kiddo?” Jaxon had grinned, making my knees weak all over again.I’d shaken my head. “Can you just call me Everly?”He’d held my gaze, his hand still stroking the small of my back.“And I think it was the Everclear,” I mumbled, turning to dry heave at the thought of the high-proof booze that was notorious for making teens wasted.Jaxon had helped me into the house. He’d made sure my dad didn’t wake up. He’d washed my face with a washcloth, carried me into bed as the dizziness took over, gave me a glass of water, and tucked me in. He didn’t call me kiddo after that night.…He swapped to “Everclear” instead.There in the house that summer afternoon, I knew we were alone again. Tara and Amy were outside, my dad was golfing, and Catherine was at a happy hour somewhere. I tiptoed to the door to the lower level, listening for the sounds of him working out, but the lights were off and it was quiet.If frowned, my fingers twisting together as I’d headed
Blurb:Jaxon Hensley stormed into my life, all dominance and raw heat, leaving me obsessed from the moment I saw him. Secretly, of course.No one can know the sweet little good girl dreams of him claiming her in every forbidden way. Or that I poured all my filthy fantasies into a letter meant for the man with piercing green eyes, a sinful body, and a past as dark as his gaze.He’s six years older, works for my family’s law firm, and, oh yeah—he’s my stepbrother.Totally off-limits. Completely irresistible. And exactly what I want.°°°Filthy, scandalous, and so sugary sweet your teeth will hurt. This one’s a heaping dose of wrong in the right kind of way. If an older, dominant, obsessed alpha claiming his untouched heroine sounds like your cup of tea, then you should probably dive right in.°°°Okay, okay, this is officially my last book in the series. And yes, I know I said that the last time... and maybe the time before that. But for real this time! Pinky swear!(≧▽≦)****Cha
EpilogueHazel“These Plans All need to be reviewed by Xavier,” says Cynthia, dumping a stack of folders in my arms. In the year that I’ve been interning at Kearns & Rochat, Cynthia has become a friend, even though I maintain that she’s far too glamorous to hang out with me. “Drinks later?” she adds, as I turn to walk to the door.“Sure,” I say with a smile. It’s only been a couple of months since my nineteenth birthday, and it’s still a thrill to order drinks in a bar. Cynthia and I have been going out after work about once a week ever since I became old enough to drink.It’s nice to have a friend—someone who actually likes me. With Cynthia, I can be myself. She never judges me or turns cruel.I haven’t spoken a word to Christine, or anyone else from high school, since the day of our final exam. For a while, Kye was bugging me on social media, but now I’ve deleted all my accounts. Maybe it’s strange to say, for a nineteen year old with no social media accounts or friends my age to sp
“Stepdaughter,” I correct him. “Ex-stepdaughter.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hazel returning to the table and cringe at my own timing. She smiles curiously at both of us as she takes her seat, probably wondering why we each look so uncomfortable.I take another deep breath. “I was just telling Bob,” I explain to her. “About us.”There’s a half second where she looks confused, like she doesn’t understand what I mean, and then relief washes over her face. “You were?” She blinks incredulously.“Yes.” Her reaction makes me care less about Bob’s. It’s pure joy for me to see her this way. I will do anything to make her happy. It doesn’t matter what people think.“Wow,” Bob says, still looking stunned. “Sorry. This is taking a moment to compute.”“Of course.” I tear my eyes away from Hazel’s glowing face to look at him. “I didn’t mean to shock you. But I do want to be honest with you.”“Yes,” he says emphatically, nodding his head. “Please. Always. Listen, I can’t judge. I had…I mean
Xavier Over The Summer, Hazel and I settle into a new kind of life together, one that feels like a hybrid of our many roles.By day, Hazel takes a pre-university course at the University of British Columbia to improve her chances of admission when she applies next spring. I drive her to school, pack her lunch, make dinner, and take care of her as I always have.But at night, in the privacy of our home, we take on new forbidden roles, exploring a taboo that fulfills something unique in each of us. For me, being Hazel’s Daddy is about more than the taboo role-play. I enjoy the way it intersects with BDSM and allows me explore domination, as well as satisfying my need to express my love through caretaking. Being Hazel’s protector and provider adds a dimension of meaning to my life I didn’t know that I was missing.In our new dynamic, Hazel discovers a sense of security that I see reflected in her confidence. She’s happy and carefree knowing that she can count on me to look after her.Mo
I press the head of my cock against her pussy and rub it slightly against her hole, enjoying how wet it is, before pushing myself in. She’s tighter than ever with the jewel in her ass, and she gasps loudly as I stroke myself in and out of her tight cunt until I have to stop myself abruptly, dropping my head and taking ragged breaths. I’m so close to coming already. I slide myself out with a shiver, heart hammering, and then run my thumbs over her cheeks, admiring the beautiful jewel peeking out between the two firm muscles of her ass.“Do you know how to take it out?” I ask her.She shakes her head. “No.”“You need to push it out, while I pull.”“Oh.”“No need to worry, it will just take a minute. Now do as I say.” I hold the sides of the jewel and pull lightly and she gasps in surprise as it slides out.Her asshole is perfect, tiny and dark pink from the weight of the plug. I place the plug on her bedside table and pick up the lube, pouring it generously over her hole, and rubbing it
Xavier I take a seat on the couch and Hazel obediently bends over my knee the way she’s been taught to do. Although she’s getting what she wants, I’ve turned it around on her, and now she’s nervous. Asserting my dominance, something I hope we’ll incorporate into our relationship more and more, has made this interaction even more enjoyable for me. My cock is getting hard as she stretches out over my thighs.I run a hand up the back of her legs, taking a minute to enjoy the sight of her laid out like this. The uniform is so perfect, so innocent… I love the feel of the rough wool of the skirt, and her childish little knee-high socks. I’ve always wanted to fuck her in her school uniform, and the anticipation of it is making my dick throb.I run a hand up to her ass, over her panties, enjoying the feel of her under my hand. I slide a hand under the fabric and squeeze her ass, and that’s when I notice her panties are very wet. They’re practically soaked through.“Dirty girl,” I growl. “Wha
I turn to see Xavier’s Jaguar rolling up to the curb behind me.It’s one thing to make fun of me, but it’s another thing altogether to see the three of them laughing at Xavier, delighting in their characterization of him as some kind of pervert. A protective reflex snaps in me. I don’t need these kids in my life. And after today, I’ll never see them again.Besides, I think, catching a glimpse of Xavier through the window, what the fuck are they even laughing at? Xavier is gorgeous by anyone’s standard, one powerful hand on the steering wheel, the light highlighting his strong jaw covered in a rough scrape of beard—a few days’ growth I find very sexy. He’s driving a goddamn Jaguar, and what do these boys have going for them? Kye has the Jeep that was given to him by his parents, and Christine has already told me that Eric has trouble getting off because he watches too much porn.These assholes don’t have the right to say anything to me.“Hey, it’s Daddy!” laughs Kye. “You gonna let him
Imagine how she would react if I told her the truth, I thought.But what’s done is done, and once I’d told her that version of the story I had to stick to it, constantly adding new details that I thought might make it more palatable for her. ‘He acts younger than he is,’ I told her. ‘His wife got custody of the kids, so he doesn’t have them anymore.’ Every lie I added to make it sound better only seemed to make it sound worse. At some point, I started thinking the truth would look better in comparison.When the teacher’s phone alarm rings, she orders us to put down our pens and collects our papers, and then Christine and I head to our lockers together to clean them out. It’s our very last day at school. Our last day in this building, our last day as high schoolers. And, I can’t help but wonder, maybe our last day as friends. Ever since I started telling Christine about my older boyfriend, ‘Jack,’ it’s only seemed to make her angrier and more judgmental, like I’ve disappointed her some