Breaking Daddy's Rules

RAINE’S POV

“Oh, yes.” I groaned softly as my boy toy for the week licked the spot just above my neck. Seeing my reaction, he didn’t stop and nibbled the skin there until my entire body tingled from the sensation.

“Can we take this inside? It’s getting a little cold out here…” the boy murmured and tugged my already-soaked hair.

I pushed at him softly, creating some distance between us and looked around.

There was no sign of Cyril since we got here, and maybe we could make it to my room without running into my cockblocking stepfather.

But no, I wouldn’t.

Instead, I lift myself up so that my elbows are resting on the pool’s edge and holding my body up. “Are you going to give the orgasm I’m paying you for or whine like a princess?”

If anything, I was the princess here and I rolled my eyes as his face flushed red. I can’t recall what his name was again. Was it Jake or was it Lake?

My words seemed to have had their effect as Lake closed the gap between us and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“I was only getting worried about you, Princess.”

“Now, let me give you everything you need,” he whispered in an attempt to sound sexier. His voice is nothing like Cyril’s voice when he’s angry at me or his voice when…

Lake’s lips fell on my breasts against my bikini top just as I caught movement from the corner of my eyes.

I watched, almost transfixed as Cyril entered the greenhouse and took off his suit.

Some years ago, probably when he was still able to play the college boyfriend role, Cyril used to have sleeper muscles, the type that didn’t show until the clothes were off.

Now, at thirty-two, there’s no hiding the muscles threatening to pop out of my stepfather’s shirt, and I let out a small moan while pretending it’s Jake’s doing a good job.

His hand slipped beneath my panties just as Cyril grabbed a small jar and started using his fingers to loosen the soil. It doesn’t make sense but somehow, the fingers in the soil become the same ones slipping into my fold, and heat pooled quickly in my center.

“Yess, just like that, Lake!” I whispered, determined to keep it quiet. I needed this orgasm, and somewhere between knowing that if Cyril looked up and checked the pool area, he would see me getting fingered by Lake made me even hotter.

I closed my eyes, threw my head back and allowed myself to focus on the quick but sloppy movements that Lake was making between my folds.

Yet, just before I could get my orgasm, his fingers are out of me and all I hear is a loud splash before I’m being dragged out of the pool.

“What the hell, Raine?” Cyril’s green eyes were dark with anger as he dropped me into one of the pool chairs with my body still tight from the unreleased orgasm.

“You are back early…” I managed to mutter, and from the corner of my eye, Lake had grabbed his clothes and made a dash for it.

“Just in case you have forgotten, this is my estate, and I certainly don’t need to present my schedule to you, Raine.”

I have always loved the way he called my name. Almost like he was the only person who knew which syllable to stress.

Or maybe it was just that magnetic voice that the whole world loved so much.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“I also don’t need to get your permission before I can bring my boyfriend here.. I’m already…”

“Boyfriend?” He scoffed, his eyes filled with a little mockery that quickly riled me up.

“That’s the third one this week.”

I stood up. Not minding that the man is a foot taller than I am. I had to admit, aside from the fact that I enjoyed playing wild, I loved arguing with Cyril. It gave me a high that made my entire body tingle all over.

Like the shivers I was feeling right now.

“I could have one every hour if I wanted, Cyril. You are just my guardian on paper. Don’t act like you are my father.”

Cyril took a deep breath, and I quickly noticed how the green in his eyes was back to shining. He’s not as angry anymore.

Somehow, that left me feeling disappointed.

The last time he saw me kissing a boy, he had flipped the entire place off. Why was he being calm about all of this?

“That’s the most important part, Princess.”

“You either get your act together or I’ll have you shipped off to a private degree the next second you act out of line.”

I watched, my rage burning as Cyril tucked his hands into his suit pants and then turned to walk away.

Ship me off to some private degree? Did he think I was still the same eighteen year old that couldn’t fight back?

I scoffed deliberately, making sure that he heard me before I spoke. “If that’s how you want to play it, then I wouldn’t mind letting the world know your secret.”

Two could play this game, and I sure as hell didn’t grow up having more stepfathers than best friends to let Cyril walk all over me.

He turned around. This time, I could tell he was intrigued with his raised brows and the corners of his lips that were arched at the sides.

“What secret is that?”

I squared my shoulders and met his gaze head-on.

“The whole world might not know, but I can imagine the chaos all of your fans would feel when they find out their A-lister heartthrob is gay.”