Chapter Three

THE FORBIDDEN LINES

The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and Mom’s expensive vanilla perfume. She was humming happily at the counter, pouring three mugs while chattering nonstop about the proposal, the trip, and how “fate” had brought Marcus into our lives at the perfect time.

I sat at the breakfast bar, still wearing nothing but Marcus’s oversized black shirt. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and every time I shifted on the stool, I felt the cool air brush against my bare skin and the lingering stickiness between my thighs from last night. My body was a traitor. Even now, with my mother right there, heat pooled low in my belly every time Marcus’s piercing blue eyes flicked toward me.

Marcus leaned casually against the counter, looking perfectly composed in his partially buttoned shirt and slacks. He accepted the coffee mug from Mom with a warm smile that didn’t reach the dark hunger in his gaze when it landed on me.

“So, Lila,” Mom said brightly, sliding a mug toward me, “what do you think? Isn’t Marcus amazing? He’s going to move in next week once the paperwork is sorted. We’ll finally be a real family.”

I forced a smile, gripping the mug so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Yeah… amazing.”

Under the table, Marcus’s foot brushed against my calf slow, deliberate. I jolted, nearly spilling my coffee. His expression remained calm, polite, as if he weren’t secretly touching me while my mother planned their wedding.

“Tell me about yourself, Lila,” Marcus said smoothly, voice deep and authoritative. The same voice that had commanded me to come for him last night. “Your mom says you’re in college. What are you studying?”

“Communications,” I muttered, trying to ignore the way his foot slid higher, tracing the sensitive skin behind my knee. “I want to work in marketing or PR someday.”

“Impressive,” he replied, eyes locking onto mine. “You strike me as someone with a lot of potential. Strong. Passionate.” The last word carried a hidden weight that made my nipples tighten against the soft fabric of his shirt.

Mom beamed, completely oblivious. “She’s such a good girl. Always been so responsible. Unlike me at her age.” She laughed lightly and checked her phone. “Oh, I have to make a quick call to the venue coordinator. Marcus, honey, keep Lila company for a minute, will you? I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared down the hall toward her bedroom, leaving us alone in the kitchen.

The moment her door clicked shut, the air thickened.

Marcus set his mug down and moved around the counter with predatory grace. In two strides he was in front of me, towering over my seated form. One large hand gripped the edge of the breakfast bar, caging me in without quite touching.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “you’re playing a dangerous game wearing my shirt like that.”

I swallowed hard, heart hammering. “This never should have happened. You’re marrying my mother. You’re going to be my stepfather.”

His free hand reached out, fingers tracing the hem of the shirt where it rested on my thigh. The touch was light, but it sent electricity racing straight to my core. “And yet here we are. You still smell like me. Like sex. Like my cum drying on your pretty little pussy.”

Heat flooded my face. I pressed my thighs together, but it only made the ache worse. “Stop. We can’t do this.”

“Can’t?” He leaned closer, breath brushing my ear. “You came so beautifully for me last night, Lila. Twice. Before I even let myself finish inside you. Your tight little body squeezed me like it never wanted to let go. And now you’re telling me we can’t?”

His words painted vivid pictures in my mind his thick cock stretching me, the way he’d praised me as “good girl,” the hot rush of his release deep inside. My breath hitched.

“Mom could come back any second,” I whispered desperately.

“That’s what makes it exciting, princess.” His fingers slipped under the hem of the shirt, tracing higher until they brushed the bare skin of my inner thigh. “Tell me to stop and I will. But your body is saying something different.”

I should have pushed him away. I should have told him this was wrong, that we had to pretend last night never happened.

Instead, I stayed frozen as his fingers moved higher, finding me already wet and aching. A soft gasp escaped my lips when he stroked through my slick folds.

“So fucking wet already,” he growled quietly. “Still sore from taking my cock, and yet you’re dripping for me again.”

Two thick fingers circled my clit slowly, teasing. My hips twitched involuntarily toward his touch. The risk Mom just down the hall made everything feel sharper, more intense.

“Marcus… please,” I whimpered, not sure if I was begging him to stop or to keep going.

“Please what?” He pressed one finger inside me, pumping slowly while his thumb worked my swollen clit. “Please make you come again? Like the good girl you are?”

I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan. Pleasure built fast, the forbidden nature of it pushing me closer to the edge. My hands gripped the edge of the counter as his finger curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot.

“You’re going to come for Daddy right here,” he whispered against my ear, voice dark and commanding. “Quietly. While your mother is in the next room. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

The word “Daddy” sent a forbidden thrill through me. My walls clenched around his finger as the orgasm rushed toward me.

“Yes oh god”

He added a second finger, thrusting deeper, faster. His thumb pressed firmer on my clit.

I came hard, biting down on my own arm to muffle the cry. My body shook, thighs trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Slick coated his fingers while my pussy pulsed rhythmically around them. The release was sharp and intense, made even stronger by the danger of getting caught.

Marcus didn’t stop until every last tremor faded. Only then did he slowly withdraw his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean with a low groan.

“Delicious,” he murmured. “Just like last night.”

I was still panting, legs weak, when Mom’s voice called from down the hall. “Almost done! Coffee okay?”

Marcus stepped back smoothly, adjusting himself discreetly as he returned to his spot by the counter. By the time Mom reappeared, he looked perfectly calm and collected the successful businessman fiancé. Only the dark promise in his eyes when they met mine told the truth.

“Everything all right?” Mom asked, smiling at us both.

“Perfect,” Marcus replied smoothly. “Lila and I were just getting to know each other better.

I couldn’t speak. My face was flushed, my body still humming from the orgasm he’d pulled from me right under Mom’s nose.

Mom chatted on, oblivious, planning moving dates and family dinners. Every word felt like a knife twisting in my chest and yet my traitor body craved more of the man who was about to become my stepfather.

After breakfast, Mom announced she had to run out for a quick errand. “I’ll be back in an hour or so. You two can bond some more!”

The door clicked shut behind her.

Marcus turned to me, eyes blazing with unrestrained hunger.

“Now,” he said, voice rough, “we really need to talk. In your room. Now.”

My heart raced as I stood on shaky legs and led him down the hall. The moment my bedroom door closed behind us, he spun me around and pressed me against it, his hard body pinning mine.

“No more pretending, Lila,” he growled, one hand cupping my face while the other slid under the shirt again. “Last night wasn’t a mistake. 

And what just happened in the kitchen proves it. You want this as badly as I do.”

“I… we can’t,” I whispered, even as my hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. “You’re going to marry my mom.”

His lips brushed mine, teasing but not quite kissing. “Then we’ll be careful. But I’m not walking away from you, sweetheart. Not after feeling how perfectly you take me. Not after hearing you come so sweetly for Daddy.”

He kissed me then — deep, claiming, full of dark promise. His tongue swept in, reminding me exactly how good he could make me feel.

When he finally pulled back, both of us breathing hard, he rested his forehead against mine.

“This is just the beginning, princess. We’re going to have to be very, very careful… but I’m going to keep making you come until you forget every other man who ever hurt you.”

I should have pushed him away.

Instead, I nodded, already craving the next forbidden touch.

The lines had been crossed.