Chapter 3

OLIVIA'S POV

The following day, I was well rested as I stretched to a new day. It took a moment to register my surroundings. I realized then that I was in my new room, in my stepfather's house. 

And there was Dante too. I sighed.

A wave of shame flushed over me as I remembered the filthy dream I had of my new step brother last night. 

It had been way too long since Dante visited me in my dreams and pleasured me and now I was back to those feelings again.

In my dream, I had felt those abs I had seen through his thin shirt when we met. I ran my hand down his chest to the v that disappeared into his low-cut pants.

He pulled me into his strong arms and whispered those words in my ear again and this time, I shivered in delight.

So you think I'm hot?

Oh, God yes!

We kissed, sensually, sweetly and he had pulled me to the bed.

I knew it was a dream because there was no way I would be in bed with my stepbrother in real life.

I didn't want the moment to end, though.

I didn't care that this was borderline incestual. I didn't care that he was my stepbrother.

But as I woke up and felt the sticky gooze on my panties. I facepalmed myself and groaned, feeling ashamed of myself.

I was becoming dangerous!

How can I be wet for my stepbrother?

So help me God, the way I was going, I could beg him to bed me!

I took my panties off and threw them into the laundry basket vexed at myself.

I got into the kitchen and Mum was nowhere to be found. She had obviously began preparations for the wedding which was in two days time. 

As my coffee brewed, I looked at the time on the coffee machine. 

It was 11am.

I slept for almost fifteen hours!

“Good morning.” A voice behind me said, startling the hell out of me.

Suddenly, my eyes widened as I realized...

That was Dante's voice!

But wait… what was I wearing?

I looked down at myself. 

Great!

My nipples poked through the shirt as if staring back at me. It would be the first thing he'd notice if turned!

I was freaking out by now!

I guess my brain knew Dante was here, but my muscle memory forgot.

Though the tee was large, It left little to the imagination.

 I tried to pull the shirt instinctively to cover the top of my thighs but it refused to budge, as it stopped just immediately after my ass.

Out of habit, I had walked downstairs this way without putting anything else on. I was sure I still had my sleepy hair because I hadn't done anything to it. I had simply just poured water on my face.

I knew that it was beginning to look awkward with my back turned to him so I faced him with as much confidence as I could muster, which wasn't much.

“Hey…” I stressed as I looked at the most mesmerizing hazel eyes that ever existed.

His grin reappeared, then he looked at me, from my hair to my feet. I squished under his gaze. His eyes had gotten wide and I believe his mouth wasn't hanging open because he wanted to be polite. 

My foot was on top of the other. I didn't like this look. I felt I was being stripped naked under his gaze (—even though technically I was naked except for the shirt). This was the one time I was not grateful to my mum that I had her perky full breasts, because now they were on display. My pink areolas could clearly be seen through the white t-shirt. His gaze became hooded or maybe I was overthinking it. He looked into my eyes and I was very sure now. His eyes were dark with lust and it made me blush deep red.

“Uh…” I turned to the coffee machine.  I needed to keep busy. I needed to be distracted. “You want some coffee?” It sounded like the only reasonable thing to say given the circumstances.

“Uh…” He mimicked me or at least it sounded like he did. “None for me, thanks.”

I took my cup, took a deep breath and faced him again. I said I was going to discard my feelings and that was not changing. I just needed to focus. Make casual conversation.

“So, you mentioned that you work yesterday… what exactly do you do?”

He laughed. His laugh sounded much like his father's. They were more alike than I thought. Why was he laughing though? Did he realize my ridiculous attempt to distract myself?

I was nervous and my hand shook. I put the cup to my lips and subconsciously took a sip.

I yelped.

It was hot!

So freaking hot!

In a flash, Dante was by my side with some ice cubes. 

He held me on my waist and circled me to himself, and his touch was electrifying. It made me feel weak. I fit so right into his arms that I almost didn't want him to let go. But then I remembered my resolve. This was my stepbrother. I couldn't have these thoughts for him. 

I tried to protest that I was fine.

 “Stay put.” He said in a stern voice as he put the cubes inside my mouth. I did as I was told, and we gazed at each other for a long time with me still in his arms. 

We were too close.

It was too dangerous because my mind was going places. 

But why was he still looking at me, making me feel… things?

“Uhmm…” I cleared my throat, and forced my way out of his arms, “I’m just gonna…” I mumbled something non-committal and fled. I may have been mistaken this time around again, but I thought I saw a look of hurt etched on his face as I turned my back on him. 

By now, my coffee was forgotten.