Epilogue 2- [Kendall] After we’re home, our baby finds his voice and screams the night away, but just when I think I’m getting to my breaking point, Camden's there. “I’ll take him for a while,” he says, pulling our son out of my arms. I run a hand through my mussed hair, exhausted. “He was crying all night,” I say. “Why didn’t you wake me?” he asks, frowning. “You looked so peaceful,” I tell him. “I didn’t want to disturb you.” Camden snorts. “Disturb me next time, principessa. I’m his father. I can do a lot of the work.” I look at him, disbelieving. I can’t believe he’s so involved when at first, I didn’t even know if he’d stick around even if he said he would. “I’m exhausted,” I admit. “And there’s baby vomit in my hair and I’m pretty sure his diaper is full of the most heinous thing you’ve ever smelled.” Camden barks out a surprised laugh. “I’m interested in where this is going.” “But I’m so happy, Camden,” I said, tears running down my face. “I’ve never been so
BLURB: It wasn’t supposed to happen—one reckless night that crossed every line I swore I’d never break. Getting caught tangled up with my best friend’s little sister? That’s a death wish. Dawn was always off-limits. To me, she was just the pesky kid who got under my skin. But now? She’s all grown up—dangerously beautiful, and impossible to resist. One night changed everything. Now, secrets are spiraling out of control. If her brother finds out, it could destroy more than just our friendship. But that’s not the worst of it. Dawn disappeared. Taken by shadows from a world I didn’t see coming. She’s in danger, and I’m the only one who can save her. They don’t know who they’ve messed with, but they’re about to learn. I’ll risk it all to bring her back—because some lines aren’t meant to stay broken. ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ Chapter 1 [Aldo] “Yes I got it ma, okay, love you too.” The distant sound of airplane tires screeching fades as Andre opens my car d
[Dawn]I can’t help but stare at Aldo again–like a total creep. He’s still chatting with Luca, but now a few more men have come.A waiter appears out of nowhere and gives them all a drink, they say cheers, and Aldo looks my way. He winks and drinks.Aldo and Luca are talking seriously now while they cook at the barbeque. I can’t tell what it is, but knowing Aldo, it’s probably work-related. Just going over more details and ideas. He’s been a good addition to Luca’s men. He was always worried about how the merge would go. Not that he said it. I could just tell how much it worried him. I’ve known him since we were kids.I head inside and check in at the kitchen with the catering staff; they’re preparing dinner for the adults and dessert for the kids. .I exit and find a corner of the patio to take a break. I enjoy another glass of champagne and some pizza rolls. The sun is setting, and even though I’ve seen a Miami sunset every day of my life, I take the time to stop and enjoy it.The
[Dawn]“Dawn?” he asks, his voice soft but sharp, cutting through the quiet. His forest-green eyes lock onto mine, and the heat in them is devastating. It’s like they’re burning through every layer of my defenses, leaving me bare. The air between us feels alive—crackling, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. “Oh, I need the snacks… down… here.” My words stumble out, half a thought, because my brain is already foggy. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and deliberate. I turn slowly, my hips swaying just enough to tease. As I bend over, I pop my ass out, the thin fabric of my dress stretching taut. It clings to every curve, leaving little to the imagination. My heart pounds as I hear it—a sharp, involuntary intake of breath from behind me. The sound shoots through me like lightning, a thrill settling deep in my core. I come back up, the jar of pickles in my hand, but my cheeks are burning under his intense stare. I move to slide past him, but it’s no use. Before I can even think, h
[Aldo]The light is blinding for a few seconds, and suddenly it feels like I’ve got my dick in a mouse trap. Dawn bites my finger involuntarily, and we both finally see what’s happening.There’s no one at the door, but if there was, what they would’ve seen was Dawn mounted on the prep-counter with me holding her dress up and my balls currently sandwiched against her pussy.I pull out quickly and tuck my cock up in my waistband, as she slides off. Despite the interruption, it’s still hard as frigging rock. Dawn straightens her dress and adjusts her panties while the both of us get crushed with realization of what we were just doing.“I…I…uh,” I begin but can’t finish.“The snacks?” Dawn offers.“Exactly, you go do that.” I flatten myself against the pantry as she races out. She grabs the jar of pickles and is off. I’m breathless in the pantry, gripping onto the pantry shelves. What the hell just happened?I step out into the prep area and look about. There’s no sign of anyone here. I c
[Aldo]Those full lips and a smile that makes you feel good. And how her cheeks dimple when she looks startled… how she was looking up at me before I kissed her.“Nope,” I say to my car. “Nope, nope, nope.” I get my phone out and go for Andre. I’m gonna call him. You’re gonna tell him? My brain freaks out.He picks up on the second ring. “Aldo!” he calls. There’s music behind him and chatter everywhere. He’s out. “My man!”“My man!” I say back. “I see you’ve gotten back into your old ways.”“Just out and about,” he says. “You heard of a place called Hush?”“Course I have. Luca owns it!” I yell. I’m yelling in my car even though I don’t need to. What the hell am I doing? I should just go join him…“Damn man! This place was expensive as shit to get into, but worth it. There’s women everywhere, man.”“Yeah, it’s a bit of a hangout spot for the models on the Piovere brand. Luca owns that too. Actually, Sophie is the Creative Director now and…”“All I heard was you better wear earplugs to
[Dawn]At first, I thought I was crazy, like I’d imagined the whole thing. One minute Aldo and I are in the pantry, getting hot and sweaty, tasting each other’s forbidden fruit, next minute, he’s fleeing the house, leaving me aching for him.I want to finish what we've started, but now that it’s been almost a week since the hook up. And a week since I’ve barely had a proper conversation with Aldo, serious doubts are in my head. I know how desperate it sounds; a week is a long time to get ghosted by a guy. But since I’ve been waiting my whole life, I keep justifying the silence.His phone’s been broken. He’s having cell issues. Then Andre returns out of the blue and that puts a spanner in all the works.I grunt and see that I’ve ripped the fabric apart. I’m trying to mend a small Teddy for Michael. He’s a cute little thing, with a button nose and numb hands and feet. It’s been his cuddle toy since he was a baby. Sophie says he can’t sleep without it. But he also refused to teeth on any
[Dawn]“Never,” he utters. “You were just…” but he doesn’t finish. He sighs. “Nevermind.”“No, tell me,” I push. “I’m sick of being the little sister of Andre. At least treat me like the adult version of me you decided to have sex with.” I’ve poked the bear now. His eyes flash, and I can tell his temper will flare. But I don’t care. A week of silences and excuses, a life of waiting for him to just run away.“It’s not that,” he finally says with a level voice. “It’s that…” but he still can’t find the words.I’m too frustrated at him to even wait around and hear them. I’m too hurt. I’ve got my answer anyway.He lets me walk past, and I flee the office. I feel like the biggest idiot. I feel like a selfish brat for acting like the way I am, yet in the same heartbeat, I don’t care. I feel like he led me on with all that flirting and talking. We were hot and dirty in the pantry one moment, now I just feel stale and stupid.I go to the bathroom and cool down for a few minutes before going ba
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
“Of course,” I answer quietly.“Please!” adds Melanie. “It’s good vibes only at this table. We don’t need your mopey energy.”I keep an eye on Hazel as she climbs the stairs, wondering if letting her mother stay here is the best thing for her after all. Melanie was never a great parent to Hazel, but it seems like since she’s come back she’s worse. She ignores Hazel or treats her as an unwelcome stranger. It’s as if the minute Hazel turned eighteen—or rather, shortly before she turned eighteen, when she decided to leave her and go to New Mexico—Melanie just washed her hands of her daughter.Downstairs on the sectional after dinner, I toss and turn. I spent as much time cleaning the kitchen after dinner as I could tolerate, Melanie drinking wine and yapping at me the entire time. When I couldn’t take it anymore I told her I was going to bed and she gave an exaggerated pout.“I thought we could talk, Xavi About things.”“About money, you mean,” I’d responded bitterly. “You’re not getting
For a terrifying moment, I think it’s an accusation, but then I see the imploring look on her face, and understand the innocence of the question. It’s just Melanie performing jealousy to try to get her own way. She could care less if there’s someone else sharing my bed.“Maybe there is,” I tease. “This isn’t like before, Mel. I’m done.”She tilts her head and traces a finger over her shoulder, deliberately drawing the other strap of her tank top down. Her breasts, still full and round without a bra on, are temptingly obvious under the skimpy shirt. “How about a final hurrah, then? For old time’s sake?”“No. I said I’m done. Go back downstairs.”She pouts, rolling her head back in frustration. The gesture is so like Hazel it makes me ache for her. Then she flounces back over to the bed and throws herself down on the unoccupied side. Her side.“I can’t sleep downstairs, Xavi It’s too quiet. And you’re going to wake me up when you start using all that heavy gym equipment. Can’t I just sl
Her voice is a warm, honeyed purr, and in the pale light filtering through the curtains I can just make out to her long, wild curls.“Baby,” I respond, grateful and relieved.She giggles and climbs onto the bed, straddling me in the darkness, and I reach for her legs, finding the firm, muscled flesh of bare thighs and running my hands up towards her hips. She feels good. The heat and pressure of her body against mine makes my cock thicken.“Mm,” she murmurs, rolling her hips against me and trailing her fingers down my arms. Her forwardness surprises me. Hazel’s usually a bit more shy, but I like it. After the stress of the evening, I need her touch, need her closeness.“Sweetheart,” I groan, squeezing my eyes closed and lifting my hips up against her. The pressure of her body, and the friction of the covers as they slide against the underside of my hard cock makes me shiver. I slide my fingers further up her thigh, underneath flimsy fabric, until I’m cupping her bare ass. I dig my fin
Dinner is predictably awful. Xavier sets the pizza box on the table with three plates and opens a beer. It doesn’t escape my notice that he doesn’t offer Melanie one.We sit in our usual spots: Xavier and I across from each other, and Melanie at the head, and the mood around the table is disjointed and weird. There’s a heavy energy between Xavier and I. We’re stilted and silent. But Melanie is completely indifferent. She’s positively incandescent as she talks about how great it is for the three of us to be back together again, and how New Mexico was just “faaabulous!”“You would love New Mexico!” is the first thing she says to me when we sit down at the table—as if I had the opportunity to go and opted out. “For an artist like you, it’s so inspirational. I swear I did some of my best painting work out there. Oh! I need to show you The Faces of Love. That’s what I call it. It’s a painting of Cathedral Cliff—get it? Rock faces?”I don’t react at all, and I don’t have to. Melanie doesn’t
HazelI lower myself slowly onto the couch, too stunned to know what to do. From downstairs, I can hear my parents’ voices, which means they’re being loud—the house is so soundproof.Melanie’s here. She’s back. And I have no idea what that even means.Are we supposed to go back to the way things were before?The doorbell rings again, and it takes me a minute to even remember that we’ve ordered a pizza. It feels like hours have passed since Melanie arrived at the door. It feels like years since Xavier picked me up from school, his eyes dark with lust, asking to see my panties.This past month with Xavier has been the best month of my life. For the first time ever, I truly had Xavier all to myself. In the past, Melanie was always on the horizon. Even if she was off on one of her ‘sprees,’ cheating on Xavier with some dirtbag, he was still distracted and distant, his thoughts and energy still pulled in her direction. But this time, creating a naughty, secret world of pleasure together, i
“Of course I do! She’s my daughter.” For a moment, I almost believe her. For a moment, I’m almost relieved to think that she might actually love Hazel after all.“But I’ve been going through a lot,” she continues, and the illusion shatters. Melanie doesn’t care about anybody but herself. “I’ve been going through a lot, but I’m doing the work, you know? I’m figuring a lot of stuff out. Stuff that I wish I could have figured out a long time ago, so that I never would have hurt you the way I did. I wish, I mean…I wish I could undo those things, Xavi I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry.”I don’t say anything. Months ago, I wanted to hear those exact words more than anything. Despite everything that had happened, shortly after Melanie left, all I wanted was for her to come back. I had delusional notions about how we could rescue our relationship, how the cheating would stop if I could just understand her better, if I could just love her harder.But eventually I realized that life without Mel