Chapter 2: Burning Obsession

Bronte’s POV

I barely slept after slipping back into my room.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rufus powerful body slamming into my mother.

My fingers were between my legs three more times that night, but it wasn’t enough.

I was soaked, in pains, and too obsessed.

The next morning, I woke up with my heart already racing. I could hear movement downstairs.

Mom had an early meeting, so she was probably already gone. That meant Rufus was still here.

I chose my outfit carefully, it was a thin white tank top with no bra and tiny pink

shorts that went up my ass when I walked.

I told myself it was just because it was hot in the house.

But it was all lies, I wanted him to look at me the way he had looked at her.

I took a deep breath and went downstairs.

Rufus was in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a tight black tshirt.

The same body I had watched fuck my mother senseless just hours ago.

He turned when he heard me, his eyes moved slowly down my body, looking at my hard nipples, then lower to my thighs.

“Morning Bronte,” he said, his voice a little rougher than usual.

“Morning,” I replied, my voice a little down. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water, trying to act normal.

“Sleep well?” I walked closer, with my heart pounding.

“Not really, I kept waking up” I replied.

“Anything on your mind?” He raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his coffee while watching me.

Just hearing his voice made my nipples harden under my thin tank top, I squeezed my thighs together

I stopped in front of him, he was so tall. I could smell his perfume. “Yeah a lot, actually.”

He put his mug down slowly, “Want to talk about it?”

I told him no

“You sure?” he asked, his tone a little lower. “If something’s bothering you, you can talk to me. I’m part of the family now.”

I bit my lip and said“I saw you last night, with mom on the couch.” My cheeks were burning.

Rufus went still, I actually thought he might get angry but instead, something dark and hungry were in his eyes.

“You saw us,” he asked.

I nodded, with my voice shaking. “I watched the whole thing. The way you fucked her, how deep you went and how hard you made her moan. I couldn’t look away.”

“That was private, Bronte.” He stepped closer.

“I know, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I touched myself while watching you and then again in my room”. I breathed.

I could see the swell in his sweatpants growing, he wanted this too.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.”

“I don’t care,” I whispered, stepping even closer until my breasts brushed against his chest.

“I want you, Rufus, I want you to fuck me the way you fucked her maybe even harder.”

His hand suddenly grabbed my waist pulling me against him, I gasped as I felt how hard he was.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, if we do this there’s no going back.”he growled, his lips brushing my ear.

“I don’t want to go back, I want you to ruin me.” I said, my voice trembling with need.

I kind of thought he was going to take me right there on the kitchen counter, his hand went down to my ass and squeezed hard.

He kissed me with his tongue tangled with mine as his hand slid under my shorts, finding me soaking wet.

He pushed two thick fingers inside me, fucking me fast while his thumb rubbed my clit. I moaned into his mouth, my hips owned by him.

But then he stepped back breathing heavily, his eyes were dark with lust.

“Your mother will be home soon,we can’t do this here” He said, with his strained voice.

The word sent a cold feeling through my entire body. He wasn’t saying no I guess, he was just saying not now.

“Okay daddy” I smiled, even though my pussy wasn’t okay.

I could see his eyes flash immediately i said the word, he looked like he was barely holding himself back.

I turned and walked out of the kitchen, feeling him stare at my back the entire time.

My legs were shaking, and I knew I was dripping down my thighs again.

Later that evening, when mom was in the shower, Rufus corners me alone in the hallway and this time, he doesn’t even walk away.