KennaThe hotel suite these guys have is enormous, with a separate large bathroom in which sits a raised tub looking out of floor to ceiling windows of the city beyond. The lounge area is a huge square with a large flat screen on the wall, a fireplace, two plush cream sofas facing each other and a coffee table in the middle. The windows are also floor to ceiling and the views across the city are magnificent. I take in a deep breath as Luke comes to me and places an arm around my waist, pulling me into him. He smells of cinnamon and well just a masculine kind of scent. “Stunning, right?”“Absolutely, it’s breathtaking. But it’s not the mountains.” He looks down at me since he towers over me by quite a bit. “You love the mountains?”“Absolutely, it’s peaceful and relaxing and the air is so pure. I have…” I quickly stop myself from telling him that we have mountain retreats in Colorado, Switzerland, Spain and Italy. I’m not giving my name away, like I said it will change his whole pers
Kenna“Stop, please stop,” I hear my voice crying out. Luke halts what he is doing immediately.“Are you okay?” His voice is full of concern, his eyes still hooded with desire. I shake my head.“No, sorry I just can’t go through with this. It’s not me, I need to get out of here. I need to leave.” He moves away from me after kissing my forehead.“Of course, you are not a prisoner, we don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, Kenna. I’m sorry you don’t have to be.” He gets off me and pulls on his boxer shorts and helps me up with his hand holding mine. My heart is sinking and my stomach is lurching, oh God, I feel like I’m going to vomit. I run to the bathroom and throw myself on my knees and lean over the toilet bowl. Either the whole situation has gotten to me or I have had far too much champagne to drink. Perhaps it’s both. All I do is retch, nothing physically comes up. I sit down on the cold, black marble floor and take deep breaths. I need to get changed and leave.There’s a knoc
KennaI clench my fists and feel like screaming. Anger bubbles inside my stomach to my chest, my driver glances in his rearview. I smile not letting him know what inner turmoil I am experiencing right now. If Violet was anywhere near me I would for sure slap her and shake her. Is she following me? Why would she even do that? What is wrong with this woman? She’s like a bad taste in your mouth you just can’t get rid of. Exasperated, I message her back.And what exactly did I get up to this evening you fucking bitch?I have pictures of you leaving Macey’s with your whore best friend, who sleeps with so many men it surprises me she has no diseases. And you were with two hockey players.Why are you having me followed?Don’t be pathetic, Kenna. I want the rest of the money. I stare at the phone wanting to slide the window down and throw it out. You have no right having me followed, it is an invasion of my privacy. You are stalking me, I can have something done about that, Violet. You shoul
Dante“What are you two both doing up so late?” I came down to get a glass of water, having had a dream about Kenna. It woke me up with a raging hard on that I found myself taking my throbbing cock in my hand and masturbating myself until I exploded my hot cum all over my stomach. It unsettled me to have a dream about my stepsister, her gorgeous body and those kissable lips of her.Shaken to the core I had to get up and clean myself then brought myself down to get some water and calm myself the fuck down. And there she is sitting with her mother in the lounge, the fire glows like an orange light around her making her pale complexion look like fine porcelain. And don’t even get me started on the dress she is wearing, fitting to her sexy curves. What the hell is going on with me? She’s my stepsister, it’s disturbing me. “Dante, what are you doing up?” My stepmother asks me instead of answering my question. I mean why is she up at nearly two in the morning? “I came down for a glass of
KennaHoly fuck what was just happening between Dante and I? Like I’ve been burnt with a piercing flame I move away from him just as he backs away from me. My mother is glaring from one to the other, her eyes narrowed and shooting daggers. If looks could kill, both Dante and I would be fried right now.“Nothing is going on, Mother. What is wrong with you?” Only what did actually happen? There was a connection, my body flamed up, my core warmed and the tingling that ran up and down my body wasn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced before, not even when I was close to Xander the last time. “You two were looking a bit too close in my opinion, you do know you are step siblings don’t you?” “Of course, I do. What do you take us for? Are you okay, Mother?”“Don’t you try to turn this on me. I saw you both. Dante, explain yourself why were you that close to Kenna? I want an answer now.” My mother is using that tone of voice she would use when we were much younger and she was mad as hell a
XanderAsia was a good trip, I am beyond excited with the fact that the Staniopolis name will now be entering a new phase and we are expanding into this region starting with Japan. I have a good team who are willing to help support me and the building will be out of this world, one of the tallest. I also have plans to have a place more in the countryside, a spa retreat an exclusive of course.The flight back to New York was filled with me working on the contracts and looking over a schedule that Kenna has sent over for our tour of the Bodega wineries throughout America. It’s packed but nothing I can’t handle although I would have preferred for at least a week back home to catch my breath. Nonetheless, we depart tomorrow, no peace for the wicked as they say. I want the new label and to be able to offer something exclusive to my guests in the hotels. And I get to spend more time with Kenna.Kenna, yes I am excited to see her and to be in close proximity. She has been living rent free in
Dante How fucking stupid of me! What in God’s name was I thinking cornering Kenna like that in the kitchen last night and for Eliza to catch us both so close? But I couldn’t help my damn self. Even I am bewildered at my actions and the way my body responded to Kenna. One look at her ass as she reached up for the glass in the cupboard, her hair spilling down her back, that tiny waist of hers. It was too much for my dick and it hardened almost immediately. Fuck, I should not be having any kind of reactions like this for my stepsister. Maybe Eliza is right, it’s wrong isn’t it? Or is it just taboo because people say it is? When in fact I am not blood related in any way, shape or form to Kenna. I have to admit that my cock was raging when I got back in my bedroom having been so close to her and inhaling her intoxicating fragrance, Coco Chanel. It’s her favorite, I know I have bought it for her every Christmas along with other gifts of course. And now as I adjust my tie for the third tim
KennaThe last day was exhausting, Isaac is working us all really hard right now and the amount of reports I needed to complete was beyond imaginable. Still, I do want to prove myself to him and I have to suck it up if I want to show my stepfather that I am the best woman for the job he has decided will be mine. My feet were aching from my heels all day and when I got home I soaked in the tub for an hour with candles on and some classical music.Did I sleep well? You would imagine I did, however it wasn’t to be since all I could think about was these next two weeks coming up and having to spend them so closely with Xander. Him of all people. My mind wants to continue to reject him but my body when I am close to him has other things on its mind, it’s bad enough I reacted to Dante like I did the other night but Xander too. What the hell is going on with me? It’s early, just six in the morning. My butler has already brought me a strong coffee and some pastries. I do not fancy facing Da
KennaThe way he touches me is like electricity pulsing through my body giving me sexy sensations that send me over the edge. His cock is thrust deep inside my wetness making me moan with pleasure. I have to be quiet because Riley is in the room next to us so I can always hear her if she needs anything and I can see her on the monitor if I want to watch her sleep.“You feel so good, Dante so damn good. I can’t get enough of you.” My breath is catching and my throat is dry. “Do you want more, Kenna? Tell me what you need, baby.”“More, deeper, faster, harder, take me Dante.” He groans. “Fuck woman you are sending me over the edge. My balls are so fucking ready to explode hot cum inside your pretty, tight cunt. Is that what you want?”“Oh, yes, yes please, Dante. I want to feel you filling me up, every inch of my pussy needs you right now. I’m close, so close,” I whisper.It feels as if his huge cock is at my throat as he pushes and drills deeper into me, impaling me with every move o
Kenna - five months laterI am surrounded by mountains as I stand on the wrap around balcony in our new home in Oregon. It’s not our everyday home but one we can come to retreat to. In the end Dante and I decided that we wanted somewhere to come that was far from our hectic and chaotic world. And here it is absolutely stunning with mountain peaks that are strong and majestic on the horizon. It’s a beautiful Spring day and flowers are out, buds are on the trees that already have leaves and the pine trees stand proud and tall. The morning sun shines onto our private lake making it appear as if diamonds are spread across it. Later, Dante, Riley and I will take our small boat out and enjoy a nice water picnic and play in the lake with Riley. She is a true water baby just like I was as a young girl.Right now life couldn’t be better. It has been a long and hard five months with all the changes in Bodega and the merger of Dante’s business. The final papers were drawn up four weeks ago and n
DanteI’m so nervous waiting for Kenna and Riley to arrive. I never thought I would be but meeting her daughter means everything to Kenna and I want her to be happy. I’d get the moon and the sun if I could. The car pulls up and Kenna steps out without waiting for her driver, this tells me she is eager for the introduction. Are my palms sweating? I think they are. I can’t even recall the last time I was so damn nervous. Eliza has just called me to say that Isaac has woken up and says he is feeling fine. I doubt he is but he is a strong old coot and won’t let anything keep him down. I have to admire a man like Isaac. Thankfully, Eliza will be at home tonight and of course she couldn’t resist having her first dinner with her grandchild. It has been a long time coming.The driver opens the other door and a small child comes out. I can see from the front steps in an instant that she is Kenna’s daughter. They have the same emerald green eyes shaped like almonds, and her hair is almost the s
KennaAll thoughts of the meetings yesterday are beginning to finally evaporate. It was a tough day. Naturally I was met with a lot of frostiness and ice when I strode into the boardroom dressed in my black Prada pants suit, high Jimmy Choo shoes and my laptop under my arm, and my hair pulled up into a no-nonsense bun. The top executives were looking down their noses at me as usual. It came as a shock when I told them that Isaac had already handed the reins to me. You should have seen the look on their faces. It gave me great satisfaction to know that I had the power to get rid of all of them with the exception of our marketing executive and our accountants. The rest were given good severance packages and went out with their tails between their legs. Good riddance is all I can say. We never could have worked together, they were too set in their ways and Bodega Wines needs fresh blood to propel it forward.From now on we are doing the Kenna Bodega way!Riley comes running out of the do
Kenna“What was that?” I am alert and in flight or fight mode. Ever since I was taken into that derelict building it seems my senses even when sleeping, are on high alert.“I don’t know. Stay here and I will go and look.”“What? Are you joking? Call 911. Don’t go and look. The first thing they say is never to go and face the scene. Dante, do not go downstairs.”He lets out a sigh. “I have a gun, Kenna, it will be perfectly safe.”“A gun? Jeez-us Dante we don’t need guns and where the hell are your protection detail? Wasn’t someone outside patrolling all night?”“Maybe someone has slipped in the back. Listen you get into the panic room,” he points to the dark green door with a large brass handle on it. “And use the keypad to lock it. I will call 911 and make my way downstairs. My detail will be around. Whoever has tried to get in will not get far, Kenna. Trust me, I have us covered.”“It doesn’t feel like it if someone has broken a window or one of the doors in the kitchen.”Why am I a
DanteBygones will be left as bygones. Seeing my father figure looking so frail and ill makes me realize that family is the most important thing in the world. I want him to recover fully and enjoy his life doing the things he loves. Being on the golf course, going for strolls with Eliza and taking the time to get to know Riley, his ready made granddaughter. Life should be fulfilling, not filled with stress and worrying about his empire. I will merge mine with Bodega wines I have decided and help Kenna run it. She will need all the support and help she can get. But first there is something I must do.When we arrive back home it is the early hours of the morning and we are both too exhausted to even contemplate having more sex. Not that I don’t want to ravish her beautiful body because I do, but we both need sleep. Tomorrow will be another long day. We plan to go and visit Isaac in the morning and take fresh clothes for Eliza then we will head to the Bodega Head offices in Manhattan an
Kenna“Oh my God, can you believe it? Quick get dressed.” I tell Dante and do so myself by straightening out my panties that are now soaking wet. Dante does things to me no other man has ever been able to do before, he gives me the confidence to be myself and go for what I want. I’ve never been so willing a participant as this before where sex is concerned.The door bangs again just as Dante is pulling up his shorts and pants. He buckles the belt.“We’re fine, thanks for checking. It got stuck but I’m sure it’ll be fine now,” Dante calls out as I giggle and place a hand over my mouth.“It’s like being a teenager again, right?” I say as he grimaces, having almost been caught with his pants down. A sure fire way to make any hard cock go flaccid. I have the serious case of the giggles as he runs his hands through his hair then pushes the button to release the door.We’re greeted by a man with a grey beard and hair and the bushiest eyebrows I have ever seen. He is wearing a yellow high vi
DanteFinally, we are back in the safety of the elevator. Her fragrance assaults my senses in a positive way and I can feel my erection growing in my pants. Without warning Kenna, I push her gently against the back of the elevator wall and hit the stop button once we are on the fourth floor, nobody should interrupt us. After all it is a private elevator specifically only for the Bodega wing so unless her mother has decided to come out for fresh air, nobody will be trying to use it.She gasps, her mouth parts. That’s my invitation to lower my lips to hers and slide my tongue along her bottom lip and pull on it softly with my teeth. “Dante,” she breathes out but I can see the quick turning arousal in her already hooded eyes.“Kenna you are so fucking beautiful. All I could think about during our meal was fucking you in the elevator. Have you had elevator sex before?” “No, never, this is the first.”“Good, we will have many firsts, Kenna. That much I can promise you.” I stroke her jaw w
KennaI had a delicious Italian pasta dish with plenty of pesto and tomato sauce. It was like a slice of heaven. Dante and I talked about all the repercussions following Isaac’s heart attack. We still cannot believe this has happened to him. He was always fit and healthy and like I’ve said before a keen golfer and not to mention he’d work out in his gym at the house every morning. We walk hand in hand back to the hospital doors only to find right outside crowds of news vans and reporters.“Oh, shit. I’m too exhausted for this right now,” I say and pissed off since Dante and I were supposed to having a sex elevator date. “Let me try and get rid of them.” He pulls me closer into him as I shield my face from the cameras flashing.“Kenna, Dante can we have a statement please?” A thin, wiry man asks, wearing a brown and navy beanie. He has a goatee, my least favorite look on a man. “No, we are heading back into to see Mr. Bodega. This can wait,” Dante tells them in a stern voice.“Come