CAUGHT IN HER WEB (II)

Chapter 2

Irene’s POV

The next few days were hell. Every time Victor came over for those late-night meetings, the air in the house felt thick.

I could barely breathe around him. My n!pples would tighten the second I heard his voice in the hallway.

My p*ssy stayed wet, like my body still remembered that night.

I started making stupid excuses. I’d walk into the study with a tray of drinks, bending over the desk a little longer than necessary while I set the glasses down.

“Thought you two might be thirsty,” I’d say sweetly, eyes locked on Victor.

He kept his face normal for my stepdad, but his eyes burned over my body.

One night I wore a tight little tank dress with no bra. I leaned between them to grab a file and my br*ast brushed Victor’s shoulder. He stiffened. I felt his breath hitch.

“Sorry,” I whispered, but we both knew I wasn’t.

“Careful, Irene,” he said under his breath when my stepfather stepped out to take a call. His voice was low and rough. “You keep pushing like this and something’s going to break.”

I smiled, heart racing. “Maybe I want it to break.”

His hand brushed my thigh under the desk and gave it a quick, firm squeeze. Then he pulled back like nothing happened.

F*ck. I was dripping by the time I left the room.

The tension kept building. Lingering looks. His fingers brushed mine when I handed him coffee.

Once he even pressed up behind me in the narrow kitchen doorway, his hard c*ck nudging my ass for one dangerous second while he murmured, “Excuse me.” I almost moaned out loud.

Tonight my stepfather went upstairs early, complaining about a headache. Victor stayed behind to finish some paperwork in the study.

I waited in my room until the house got quiet, then slipped downstairs in another short silk robe, this one deep red and even shorter than the last.

I was already soaked, thighs rubbing with every step.

I found him in the kitchen, standing by the counter pouring a drink. The moment he saw me his eyes darkened.

“Irene,” he said, warning in his tone. “Go back upstairs.”

I closed the distance instead, stopping right in front of him.

“Why? You don’t want me here?” I let the robe slip open just enough to show I was completely naked underneath.

My t!ts felt full, n!pples hard. I could feel how wet I was. The cool air hit me right between my legs.

Victor’s jaw clenched. He set the glass down hard. “You know exactly what I want. That’s the f*cking problem.”

“Then take it,” I whispered, stepping closer until my br*asts pressed against his chest. “I’m right here. Nobody’s coming down.”

He grabbed my waist, fingers digging in hard, and yanked me against him. His mouth went down on mine. The kiss was rough, hungry, nothing gentle about it.

His tongue pushed into my mouth and I moaned against him, grinding my hips forward. His c*ck was rock hard against my stomach, thick and hot even through his pants.

“F*ck, you’re so wet,” he growled, sliding his fingers between my legs. “This p*ssy is dripping for me.”

I gasped as he pushed one finger inside me, then two, stretching me open. My walls clenched around him tight. “Victor… yes… deeper.”

He fingered me hard against the counter, his thumb rubbing my clit.

I was panting, legs shaking, soaking his hand. I reached down and palmed his c*ck through his pants, stroking the thick length.

“Take it out,” I begged. “Let me feel it.”

He groaned and unzipped, pulling his heavy c*ck free. God, he was big. Thick and already leaking.

I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking while he kept pumping his fingers into me.

“You’re going to ruin me,” he muttered against my neck.

I stroked him faster, twisting my wrist the way I knew guys liked. His precum coated my fingers, making everything slippery.

He curled his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made my knees buckle. I was so close, grinding against his hand.

Right as I was about to come, I dropped to my knees on the kitchen floor. I looked up at him, lips parted. “I want to taste you.”

Victor cursed, grabbing my hair as I took him into my mouth. I sucked him so deep, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the salty precum.

He was too thick to take all the way but I tried, bobbing my head, drooling around his shaft while he f*cked my mouth in shallow thrusts.

“Such a dirty girl,” he groaned. “Sucking my c*ck in your stepdad’s kitchen.”

The words made me moan around him. My free hand went between my legs, rubbing my cl!t furiously. I was soaking the floor.

We were both reckless and panting when I heard a sound upstairs. Victor pulled me up quickly, kissing me hard one last time, his hand squeezing my ass.

“We can’t finish this here,” he whispered against my mouth, breathing raggedly. “Not tonight. Go.”

I nodded, legs trembling, p*ssy throbbing with need. My lips felt swollen. I tied my robe and slipped out of the kitchen, heart pounding as I crept toward the stairs.

Halfway up I froze.

My stepfather was standing at the end of the hallway, staring at me.