Chapter 3

Audrina’s POV

I was about to give a response when he lifted me into his arms. A quiet gasp left my lips.

“Ethan…”

"Be quiet,” he said, already moving. My heart pounded with every step he took.

He went through my room door, straight to the bathtub. "You need to take your bath. You're not sleeping like this."

He said it… so composed and suddenly I wanted to break that.

I didn't know what possessed me at that moment as I looked at him and said. "Help me.”

He went stiff. "What?”

My gaze locked on his. "I don't want to do it alone. Bath me, Ethan. Please.”

His face showed the thoughts going through his head. His stepdaughter, his forbidden off limits stepdaughter, asking him to strip her and wash her like she was his to touch.

His jaw clenched. “Audrina, you're drunk. You don't know what you're…

“I know exactly what I'm saying." I cut in. I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his torso, letting him feel the swell of my breasts through my thin top.

I didn't know where I suddenly got the boldness from. I would blame the alcohol.

“I want your hands over me. Don't make me beg…" I said. "Unless you want me to.”

Fuck. I watched as his hands trembled at his sides. “You're going to regret it in the morning."

“No, I won't," my fingers traced his belt, teasing. “Please, Daddy… I mean Ethan”

I giggled softly.

He cursed under his breath. “Fine. But only because you'll fall on your ass otherwise"

Then his hands moved to the hem of my party dress, peeling it up slowly.

I lifted my hands obediently and he tugged the dress off completely, leaving me in nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong.

I watched as he reached behind to unhook the bra. The straps slid down my shoulders and my breasts spilled free.

His eyes roamed my body like he couldn't tear his gaze away. “Damn, Audrina…”

His fingers brushed the underside of one breast as he set the bra aside. I arched into his touch with a soft whimper.

He pulled off the thong next.

My heart raced.

I was already soaked just from watching him undressing me. I stood in front of him, naked, the alcohol stripping away every shame that I'd normally feel.

“See what you do to me?” I whispered, reaching for his hand and placing it on my waist. "Even though you're just supposed to bathe me. I'm dripping for you.”

My breathing came ragged.

He turned on the faucet, filling the tub with warm water. “Get in."

I stepped in as he ordered, sinking down without taking my eyes from him. He grabbed the body wash and lathered it between his palms.

He knelt beside the tub.

His first touch was so soft, my throat tightened. His soapy hands glided over my shoulders, down my arms.

“Lower," I breathed. "Please.”

He obliged. His hands slid over my collarbones and cupped my breath fully.

He cursed.

His thumb circled my already hardened nipples. I gasped, head falling back against the tub edge.

“Oh God, Ethan… that feels so good. Pinch them. Harder.”

He did. His fingers rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly then harder… he watched as they darken under his touch.

I squirmed, my back arching to push more of my chest into his hands.

“You're killing me," he growled, his cock now fully erect and pressing against the tub’s edge.

He saw that I noticed.

I leaned back more to feel the hard bulge in his jeans.

“I can feel how hard you are," I teased breathlessly, circling my hips so my breasts jiggled in his palms. “You want this too. Don't lie."

“Shut up!" He murmured but he didn't stop.

He soaped my stomach next, then my thighs, spreading my legs wider in the tub.

Every stroke was a torture.

“Ethan," I moaned.

I shattered the moment he finally reached my pussy. His fingers glided through my slick folds.

I was drenched.

"Yes… yes… yes…" I whimpered, leaning forward in the tub until my breasts brushed his forearm. “Right there. Wash me… but don't stop touching.”

He couldn't. His middle finger slipped between my lips, circling my swollen clit, once, twice, then dipping lower to tease my entrance.

“You are so fucking wet," he rasped, voice breaking. “This is wrong Audrina. We can't… “

"Please,” I begged, voice raw and desperate, the alcohol fueling every filthy word. "Finger me. I need it. I've wanted your hands inside me for so long. Just… just once. Make me come on your fingers, Ethan. Please, I'm begging you.”

Something inside him snapped as he pushed two fingers inside my cunt, curling them against that spot that made me cry out.

I clenched around him, hips buckling in the water, splashing droplets everywhere.

“Yes! Like that… oh fuck, deeper!”

My hands gripped the tub edges, knuckles white, breasts heaving as I rode his fingers shamelessly.

He pumped them in and out. My nipples were rock hard, begging for his mouth, but he kept his free hand on my breast, pinching and rolling while he finger fucked me relentlessly.

“Ethan… don't stop… I'm so close… please, make me yours,” I panted and then he suddenly froze.

My stomach dropped.

His fingers were still buried deep in my pussy and then he pulled them out.

His jaw tightened.

"We shouldn't be doing this,” he said, voice rough and his chest heaving. "This stops now. I'm your step father. Fuck, Audrina… we can't.”

“But I need you… “

"No.” He stood abruptly, grabbing a towel and drying me off.

He carried me out of the bathroom on shaky legs and just as he was about to place me on the bed, the door opened and my mother walked in.