All Chapters of Love At First Taste: Her Stepfather's Pet: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"And you don't have any classes today? I thought I would be the one doing the travelling back and forth. You shouldn't have to go through that stress. How come are you here and by this time too? What is happening, Amelia?" I hold onto her bare shoulders. The soft skin gives way under my fingers. I have missed her too. God, have I missed her. "Are you mad at me for missing you?" Amelia's seductive demeanour suddenly shifts. She moves away from me, the absence of her soft warm body against mine is acute, I reach for her and pull her close. Inhaling her. Recalibrating my brain to reality and trying to quell my rising anxiety. I rack my brain for what could have possibly gone wrong that would have made her run to me. "Never. I didn't mean it that way. I am just confused. And worried. Please, tell me what is happening?" I cup her face, looking into her eyes. I want to kiss her so badly and I know she wants me to. She is giving me that look. But I shake my head to focus, something happene

"Fuck." Linc moans as he pulls out of me abruptly. I don't get the time to open my eyes and figure out why he was stopping, he usually finished inside me because I am on the pill. Though that is not a hundred percent secure, but I love being filled with him too much to care. Swollen and tender with him is my best aspect of sex with him.Linc flips me over like I weigh nothing, his hands dig into the skin of my hips as he pulls me to the edge of the bed. It is high enough that he could stand on the floor and still penetrate into me at a great angle and that is what he does. He grabs my ankles and gently places them over his shoulders, I relax my body in preparation, but when his thick huge cock stretches me out, I cry out loud, tensing up. He switched the position to last longer. My face is hot and my neck is hot too, the continuous barrage of intense pleasure is almost too much. But I am not complaining. I moan his name, my toes curled over his broad shoulders as he pumps into me wit

Linc Dmitri POV::Amelia is driving me insane. It is another instance where I can't wrap my head around her reasoning. Or maybe I can but I just can't bring myself to accept it. "What does that mean?" She asks, eyeing me guardedly. My hand closes into a fist by my side and I clench my jaw. The guilt is killing me. I hate to admit it out loud but the abject truth is that that video would affect her more than me. It is how society is wired and I am helpless to do anything about that, as badly as I would want to. I can envision the fallout if that video makes its way out into the world. The repercussions that would be heaped mostly on her. It wouldn't be fair and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it then. No matter the damage control my firm does in the aftermath, Amelia's name would be forever tarnished. A sex tape is not something the world forgets so easily, they would never forgive her for it. Especially not if it involved two people who were considered taboo for eachother.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.It is happening. Or it has already happened. I can't tell. Yet. My hunger is gone. My appetite is gone. My mouth has gone dry as I stand there, frozen and indecisive. This was what I wanted right? For it to happen so I can get over it. The torture of the wait and expectations and fear and the threats and all I have had to go through. It can finally be over. The world now knows my truth and they are probably thirsting for my blood. But that is okay because I have waited so long for it to happen already. I am prepared. Or at least, I hope so. I look at the missed calls. I sit down on the edge of the bed, trying to stabilise my breathing and not succeeding at all. I am panicking and Linc is not here to hold me through it. Because I foolishly tried to break up with him. I didn't go through with it because I am a conflicted coward but I did enough damage. I don't know why but I decide to return Dylan's call first. Maybe because he is new in my life and non threa

Linc Dmitri POV::I stretch my arms out and I come up empty. Air. Nothing. She is not here. I open my eyes and glare at the sunlight splashing on my face. It is Sunday morning and I am in a foul mood. Just yesterday, I woke up in the best mood, with her soft body in my bed after a long night of ravaging her body to my soul's satisfaction. I woke up to her warm body snuggling into me and I couldn't resist fucking her again. And now, she is not here anymore. I can't wrap my head around anything. I swing my arm up to cover my eyes. I can't stand the brightness of the morning, it feels like the universe is taunting me. How can time be moving on when my world is unstable?Did she break up with me? Are we broken up? I am forty four and I can't tell. But I do know one thing. The ugly ache stuck in my chest. Her words hurt me and I was too numb to act when she finally said she had to leave because she needed space. I just watched her. And she left. It took me hours of stunned hurtful silence