THE NEW DADDY

Elera’s POV

“Yes, Daddy…” I moaned, my voice breaking as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Ahhh… yess, right here..”

Alexander’s hand slid up my body, squeezing my breast softly, his thumb teasing my sensitive nipple. A soft, needy moan escaped my lips. “Uh…”

His mouth was pure heaven on my clit hot, wet, and relentless. I couldn’t help myself. I tangled my fingers tighter in his thick hair and pulled his head deeper between my thighs, grinding against his tongue like I was losing my mind. My moans grew louder, shameless, echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

“Shhh, little girl,” he growled against my dripping pussy, the vibration making my toes curl. “You have to be quiet for Daddy.”

But I didn’t want to be quiet. I wanted him. All of him. Right now. My body was so close, trembling on the edge as he sucked and licked me exactly how I needed…

The sound of the front door opening barely reached my foggy brain.

Then..

Thud.

A bag hitting the floor. Hard.

“Alexander!!”

Mom’s scream ripped through the house like thunder.

*****

Chapter 1:

The New Daddy

I stepped out of the sleek black SUV, and the sprawling mansion rose before me like a modern palace carved from glass and stone. Towering columns, perfectly manicured gardens that stretched into the night, and lights that made the entire estate glow like something from a dream. Or a nightmare. This was my mother’s new world. And now, mine too.

“Elara, sweetheart! You’re finally here!” Mom’s voice floated down the wide stone steps. She hurried toward me in a flowing champagne dress that screamed money, her arms open wide. Lydia Voss or soon to be. The wedding was tomorrow.

I let her pull me into a tight hug, inhaling her signature expensive perfume. “Mom, you look incredible. Like… Hollywood incredible.”

She laughed, pulling back to cup my face. “And you look exhausted from all that studying. College will still be there after the honeymoon. Come on, you have to meet him.”

My stomach knotted instantly. Him. Alexander Voss. The billionaire who had swept my mother off her feet in record time. Forty-two. Ruthless in business. Devastating in photos. But this wasn’t a photo.

The foyer took my breath away soaring ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and dark marble that clicked under my heels. Soft voices drifted from the formal living room ahead. One voice stood out: deep, commanding, used to being obeyed.

“Alexander, darling,” Mom called brightly. “Come meet my beautiful daughter.”

He turned from the floor to ceiling windows, whiskey glass in hand, and the world narrowed to just him.

Holy hell.

Tall, broad shouldered, with a presence that filled the entire room. His black shirt was tailored perfectly, sleeves rolled up to show powerful forearms. Silver threaded through his dark hair at the temples, and those stormy gray eyes locked onto mine with unnerving intensity.

“Elara,” he said, voice like velvet over steel. He set his glass down and crossed the room in long strides. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

I forced a polite smile, tilting my head up. “Nice to finally meet you… Mr. Voss.”

A faint smirk touched his lips. “Alexander. Though after tomorrow” He glanced at my beaming mother. “I think ‘Daddy’ would be more appropriate. We’re going to be family, after all.”

The word landed like a spark. Heat rushed to my cheeks.

Mom clapped her hands. “Isn’t that lovely? He insisted it would help us bond as a real family.”

I swallowed. “Right. Daddy.” The word felt strange intimate on my tongue. His eyes darkened noticeably. “It’s… nice to meet you, Daddy.”

His large hand engulfed mine in a handshake. Firm. Warm. His thumb brushed across my knuckles in a slow, deliberate stroke before he released me. The brief contact sent electricity racing up my arm.

“You’re even lovelier than your mother described,” he murmured, gaze sweeping over me. “Twenty years old and already so poised. Impressive.”

Mom waved it off with a proud laugh. “She takes after me. Let’s eat! The chef prepared all your favorites, Elara.”

Dinner felt like walking a tightrope over fire.

The long dining table gleamed under soft lighting. Mom dominated the conversation wedding details, celebrity guests, their upcoming honeymoon in the Maldives. Alexander nodded at the right moments, but his attention kept returning to me.

“Elara,” he said suddenly, cutting into his steak with precise control. “What are you studying at university?”

“Business and creative writing,” I replied, meeting his eyes. “I want to build something of my own one day. Maybe write stories that actually matter.”

He raised an eyebrow, a slow, dangerous smile forming. “Ambitious. I respect that. The world needs more young women who know exactly what they want.” His voice lowered just enough to feel private. “Tell me, little one… what do you want?”

The question hung heavy. Mom was distracted, replying to a text from her wedding planner.

I licked my lips nervously. “Right now? To get through tomorrow without embarrassing myself in front of all those important people.”

He chuckled, low and rich. The sound did unwelcome things to my body. “You’ll do far more than that. You’ll outshine every woman there. And if anyone bothers you…” His gray eyes held mine hostage. “You come straight to me. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The word slipped out softer this time. His jaw flexed. He took a slow sip of wine, watching me over the rim like I was a puzzle he intended to solve.

After dinner, Mom kissed my cheek and vanished upstairs with the planner for final checks. Alexander and I were left alone in the dimly lit hallway near the grand staircase.

“I’ll walk you to your room,” he said. It wasn’t a suggestion.

The silence between us felt charged as we climbed the stairs. His presence behind me was overwhelming.

“You don’t approve of me, do you?” he asked quietly.

I glanced back. “I don’t know you yet. Mom has a tendency to fall fast.”

“Fair enough.” He stopped outside a beautiful oak door and turned to face me fully. Up close, he smelled like sandalwood, whiskey, and pure masculine power. “But you will know me, Elara. Very well. We’re family now.”

He reached past me to open the door, his arm grazing mine. I stepped inside quickly. The room was stunning a huge bed, elegant furnishings, and a private balcony overlooking the illuminated pool.

Alexander lingered in the doorway, his gaze tracing over me. “If you need anything tonight… anything… my room is at the end of the hall.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He didn’t move right away. His eyes dropped to my lips for a heated second before returning to mine. “Sleep well, little girl.”

The door closed with a soft click.

I collapsed onto the bed, heart pounding. This was insane. Tomorrow he would be my stepfather. Completely, utterly off limits.

Yet hours later, sleep refused to come. Thirsty and restless, I slipped downstairs in my short silk nightdress toward the kitchen.

The lights were dim. I thought I was alone until I heard movement.

Alexander stood by the marble island wearing only black sweatpants, his sculpted chest and abs on full display. A glass of whiskey dangled from his fingers.

He turned. Our eyes collided.

“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was rough, lower than before.

I shook my head, painfully aware of how little fabric covered my thighs. “You neither?”

He set the glass down slowly and took a step forward. Then another.

“Elara…”

The way he growled my name made my pulse race. I should have turned around. I should have run back upstairs.

Instead, the word escaped in a breathless whisper:

“Yes… Daddy?”

His eyes flared with raw, undisguised hunger. He closed the distance between us in two powerful strides.