Sebastian’s POV Dr. Grey entered the hospital room to see Shelly, a patient recovering from surgery to treat an abdominal wound. Her primary task was to check the status of Shelly’s stitches and to ensure the healing process was on track. Shelly had reported some increasing discomfort, which is common as the initial anesthesia wears off and the body adjusts to the healing process. To manage her pain effectively, Dr. Grey administered painkillers intravenously, which provide quick relief, along with antibiotics to prevent any potential infection at the site of the wound. Dr. Grey noticed Shelly's blood pressure was slightly elevated, a frequent response in patients experiencing pain, as the body naturally reacts by increasing heart rate and blood pressure. However, she reassured Shelly that this was a normal reaction to postoperative discomfort. Despite the elevated blood pressure, Dr. Grey was pleased to report that Shelly’s heart rate, blood work, and oxygen saturation levels we
Shelly’s POVS: “Right there, daddy, right there. Please don’t stop. Harder harder faster baby oh yeah right there.” “Beg baby beg daddy to allow you to come.” Please please let me cum I can’t hold it any longer. I'm all tingly. Please daddy. “Tell me who you belong to, baby.” It's you Sebastian, I'm yours. “I want you to show me that you belong to me and only me. Good girl, now you can cum baby cum on my dick.” “I'm going to let you cum as many times as you want. I to feel your sweet juices on my dick baby. I'm going to give you all the pleasure you want.” “I'm going to make you cum so hard. I'm going to make you feel so good. I'm going to make you scream my name and beg for more. I'm going to make you addicted to me baby. Where you can’t stop thinking and needing me.” Oh oh I’m cumming daddy! Buzz buzz buzz Jumping up I realize my alarm is going off rubbing my eyes and feeling a little disoriented. I started looking around looking for him. After realizing I’m alo
Sebastian’s POV Despite the files and work piling up on my desk, I cannot seem to concentrate on anything else but my step-sister, Shelly. It’s wrong in so many ways, especially since I am supposed to be her protector and big brother figure. My mind races, swirling with the thoughts of her, the memories of our time together, and the undeniable attraction that grows stronger with each passing day. Shelly entered my life when my dad married her mother, bringing her into our home when she was just 14 years old and I was shy of turning 17. From that moment, I knew there was something special about her—the way her laughter could fill a room, how her eyes sparkled with a mixture of innocence and curiosity. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on her, the way she seemed to light up the dimmest corners of my heart. For three long years, I’ve controlled myself, pushing down the feelings that threaten to consume me. I’ve carved out a reputation as the most dangerous mafia boss, fe
Sebastian’s POV: Determined to banish the tumult of emotions swirling in my mind, I make my way down to the depths of my underground club—a sanctuary where the chaos of the outside world fades and the intoxicating allure of desire takes over. My intention is clear: to erase Shelly from my thoughts and redefine her in my mind as nothing more than a stepsister, a distant connection overshadowed by the vibrant escapades that await me. As I push open the heavy door, I am immediately enveloped by the electric atmosphere of the club. The air is thick, saturated with a heady mix of sweat, smoke, and alcohol, laced with an undercurrent of raw desire. The bass thumps in harmony with my racing heart as I navigate through the throng of bodies, each person lost in their own world of indulgence. The VIP section beckons me, a realm where the night’s most captivating characters come to play. Once settled into a corner booth, I let my gaze wander over the scene before me. Showgirls, lithe and en
Shelly’s POV I can’t stop thinking about Sebastian even though I loved it that he caught me getting out of the shower and I loved the way his eyes darkened when he saw me completely bare. Feeling all hot and bothered now, I know I need a release before I head to school. I don't want to be grumpy all day because I’m so horny. It’s not like I can find a boy there to help because none of them will even look my way. And I have no clue why my best friend Kathy says my brother is the fault of it because she caught him having a heated conversation with one of the boys that asked me out for homecoming last year. She also mentioned that wasn’t the only time she saw my step brother getting verbally abusive with one of the boys from my school. Come to think of it, all the boys she mentioned either left the state or were never heard from again. Oh well I guess I’ll just take care of aching between my legs myself with my little jake rabbit dildo. Pulling out the dildo I lay on my bed a
Shelly’s POV: Step one in my audacious quest to seduce my stepbrother: choosing the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treasure trove of fabrics and colors, my heart races with anticipation. My fingers brush against various textures until I stumble upon a stunning ensemble that feels just right—a beautiful off-the-shoulder, short-sleeve v-neck blouse in an enchanting shade of rich green. It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring. With a mischievous smile, I pair it with a flirty jean skirt that clings to my curves in all the right places. The way it accentuates my figure leaves little to the imagination, and I can’t help but feel a surge of confidence. I slip into sleek black sandal heels, their delicate straps wrapping around my ankles like a second skin, adding a touch of sophistication and elongating my legs. Next, I turn my attention to my makeup and hair, wanting to enhance my features with
Sebastian’s POV: What in the world just happened? Honestly, what was that? I can still feel the phantom of her kiss on my cheek, the heat radiating from where her lips brushed my skin. This enchanting woman is driving me to the brink. I’m desperately trying to maintain my composure, yet here she is, flaunting her exquisite beauty right before my very eyes. I run a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the thoughts clouding my mind. She’s my stepsister, for crying out loud! Yet, how can I ignore the way my body reacts to her? My dick is still incredibly hard, a constant reminder of the intensity of the moment we just shared, and I can’t believe she just ran out the door like that, leaving me here in a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She is so naughty; I just want to bring her across my knees and spank her little fine ass until it’s as red as a rose petal. Damn you women, you’re making this so incredibly hard on me, baby girl, and you don’t even know it. The buzz of
Sebastian’s POV: Continued As I navigated the chaotic streets of New Orleans, adrenaline surged through my veins like a wild river, pushing me forward. My car screeched through intersections, the tires barely gripping the asphalt as I blew through every traffic light and stop sign. My mind was a storm of thoughts, each one more frantic than the last, and I could feel the weight of my responsibilities pressing down on me like a heavy shroud. I didn’t have to worry about the police; half of them were on my payroll, a silent agreement forged in fear and necessity. They wouldn’t dare pull me over, not when they knew the consequences of crossing me. In this city, I was the law, not because I was righteous but because I had the power to enforce my will. Ever since the shattering loss of my parents, a cruel twist of fate that left me with nothing but a burning desire for vengeance and protection, I had clawed my way to the top. Shelly was all I had left, and I would do anything to keep
Sebastian’s POV Dr. Grey entered the hospital room to see Shelly, a patient recovering from surgery to treat an abdominal wound. Her primary task was to check the status of Shelly’s stitches and to ensure the healing process was on track. Shelly had reported some increasing discomfort, which is common as the initial anesthesia wears off and the body adjusts to the healing process. To manage her pain effectively, Dr. Grey administered painkillers intravenously, which provide quick relief, along with antibiotics to prevent any potential infection at the site of the wound. Dr. Grey noticed Shelly's blood pressure was slightly elevated, a frequent response in patients experiencing pain, as the body naturally reacts by increasing heart rate and blood pressure. However, she reassured Shelly that this was a normal reaction to postoperative discomfort. Despite the elevated blood pressure, Dr. Grey was pleased to report that Shelly’s heart rate, blood work, and oxygen saturation levels we
Shelly’s POV "Sabrina, can I talk to you alone?" I asked, my voice steady but my heart heavy. She met my gaze, fear evident in her eyes. I understood her turmoil betraying a best friend is no easy burden to carry.Sebastian, sensing the gravity of the moment, tenderly kissed my forehead. “Take your time,” he whispered, then left the room with Michal. Now it was just Sabrina and me, alone with her confession."Shelly, I’m so sorry," Sabrina began, her voice trembling. "Will you ever forgive me? I felt trapped. Falcon kidnapped Mom and Dad and threatened to kill them if I didn’t play his game. He promised to return them once the mission was over, but he never did. As soon as I realized his deceit, I went straight to Sebastian and confessed everything."Her words spilled out, laden with regret. "If I could go back, I’d tell Falcon to shove it. I love you, Shelly. You're my best friend, and I can’t bear to lose you."Listening to Sabrina, my heart ached. Her choices had been impossible.
Dr. Grey finally appears, and everyone quickly gathers around her, anxiously waiting for the latest updates on Miss Shelly’s condition. I can't help but be the first to start firing off questions, “How is she doing? Is she awake? Is she in pain?” “Calm down, Sir. Let me address your questions one at a time,” Dr. Grey responds with a calm, reassuring smile. “I understand you’ve all been waiting for quite some time, so please allow me to explain the situation fully.” “Please, have a seat,” she advises, gesturing to the chairs we had hastily vacated upon her arrival. As we retake our seats, Dr. Grey starts her detailed explanation. “Miss Shelly is currently both malnourished and dehydrated, conditions likely caused by her lack of food and water during her kidnapping ordeal. Fortunately, I was able to remove the shard of glass embedded in her abdomen without complications. Thankfully, there was no severe damage to any vital organs, which is very reassuring." She continues, “At
Sebastian's POV I quickly pull out my phone and dial Michal’s number. He answers on the first ring. Before I can say anything, he blurts out, “Did you find her? Are you bringing her home? We were attacked, but we're doing okay.” Ignoring his rapid-fire questions, I reply, “Michal, set up a medical bed quickly. We’re on our way back now. Call the doctor, too, because we’re going to need her.” “Wait, why? Who’s hurt? Who needs the bed?” he asks, worriedly. “It’s Shelly, Michal. She's hurt. She needs the doctor as soon as possible,” I explain briefly before ending the call. Standing up with Shelly in my arms, I cradle her to my chest as carefully as I can without hurting her more. Right now, she is unconscious, and I pray she’s okay. At least she doesn’t feel the pain, but once she awakens, she will feel it tenfold. Derek opens the back door of the SUV for me, and I climb in with Shelly, placing her gently on my lap. The ride is only about fifteen minutes to home, but it feels like
Shelly’s POV Night has fallen once more, engulfing me in an oppressive darkness that matches the weight in my heart. A short while ago, one of Falcon's men took away my untouched dinner plate. Hunger gnaws at me, but fear grips me tighter, strangling any appetite I might have had. The screams from earlier still echo in my ears, haunting my thoughts and denying me any semblance of peace. Terror has been my constant companion since I arrived here. The guards act as though I am invisible, their indifference grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. If they’re going to kidnap me and keep me locked away in this dreadful room day and night, the least they could do is answer my questions. Even a pretend truth would be something, but silence is all they offer. Time blurs together in this place, but I know it’s only been a few days. Yet, it feels like an eternity of isolation and dread. The lack of food and sleep is wearing me down, my body growing weak and sluggish. I'm caught in a v
Falcon’s POV "Sir, we tracked down Sabrina. She was heading toward Sebastian’s. We’re convinced she’s about to spill everything how we’ve got Shelly. What should we do?" I couldn't help but smirk; the thought of her betraying us fueled my anger. "I always knew that reckless girl would turn on us. That’s why I never released her parents. I had a feeling she’d slip up," I replied, letting my wicked grin spread. "Let her talk to Sebastian for now. We can use that to our advantage. Her parents oh, they will pay dearly for her mistakes," I said, relishing the thought. With a dark satisfaction swirling in my gut from Shelly’s futile attempts to escape, I made my way down to the basement. This was going to be entertaining, I thought, the thrill of the game rushing through me. I pushed open the heavy basement door and approached Sabrina’s parents. "Sabrina did what you asked," her father choked out, desperation creasing his brow. "Why are we still trapped here?" I leaned in, s
Shelly’s POV It’s been two long, agonizing days since I was abducted, and I’m still confined in this wretched room. Falcon’s men enter twice daily to leave food, but I refuse to touch it. I’m terrified it might be poisoned. Taking that risk feels like a leap I can’t afford especially if I want to get out of here. Each time I muster the courage to ask them questions, they dismiss me with indifference, as if I were invisible. The frustration bubbles within me, a potent reminder of how desperately I want to escape this nightmare. I want to go home, to feel the warmth of Sebastian's presence again; I miss him more than words can express. Why hasn’t he found me yet? My heart aches with the longing for his comfort. And then there’s Sabrina, my supposed best friend, who betrayed me with such ease. I still can't fathom why she turned her back on me. It feels like a cruel twist of fate. Maybe she felt like she had no choice? I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from Falcon since t
Sebastian’s POV “I need to talk to Sebastian, and I need to talk to him right fucking now before it is too late!” The frantic urgency in her voice slices through the air like a knife. The words tumble out all in one breath, revealing her desperation. Just then, Sabrina bursts through the door, pushing Michal out of the way like he’s nothing more than a mere obstacle. “Hey you Bitch!” Michal shouts, his voice filled with indignation. I hold up my hand, silencing his outburst with a single gesture. “Sabrina, calm down. Tell me what all of this is about.” My heart races as I watch the raw emotion flicker in her eyes, panic, fear, and an underlying current of determination. “It’s about Shelly,” she says, her voice cracking as tears stream down her face, glistening in the dim light of the room. “Sebastian, I know what happened to her and who took her.” At those words, my stomach drops like a stone. “What do you mean you know where she is and who took her? Sabrina, how do you know
Sebastian’s POV I burst through the doors of the school, the sterile, overly bright hallways stretching before me like a maze of uncertainty. The buzz of chatter and laughter felt cruelly out of place. I pushed past students who had no idea of the nightmare unfolding just beneath the surface, my focus laser-sharp. I couldn’t lose my girl, not like this. I turned a corner and spotted the principal’s office. Without knocking, I swung the door open, nearly startling Mr. Jenkins, whose mustache bristled as he gawked at me, wide-eyed. “Sebastian!” he stammered, rising to his feet. “What are you doing here?” “Where is she?” I demanded, my voice colder than ice, chilling the air between us. “Where's Shelly?” Mr. Jenkins’ face paled, for a brief second. The reality of the situation settled in his expressions, pulling his eyebrows together. He knew Shelly was my stepsister and how I’m part of the mafia. “Sebastian, please—” “Cut the crap!” I shouted, slamming my hand against his desk