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
XanderI take one look at her and catch my breath, she looks absolutely stunning this morning. Although I can see dark circles under her eyes yet it doesn’t distract from her beauty and those long legs of hers encased in the linen trousers. Kenna looks utterly sexy and elegant. But then she always has done. “Good morning, did you sleep okay you look a little tired?” I ask her as she shakes my hand. Yes, shakes my hand. So it is going to be like that then is it? Formal, business like. Mm, we have to see about that. I am hoping that by the end of this two week tour I will have her in my arms. Exactly where she belongs. I am after all Nico Staniopolis and I always get my own way. That and I have been practically a monk since we were divorced not to mention during the three years that we were married.And why did I never touch my wife when she was there to hand, ready and waiting? Back then Kenna would have fallen over herself literally to do anything I wanted her to do.The answer. Becau