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Chapter 3: The First Rule
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The night was thick with silence. Damien sat alone in his study, the glow of his desk lamp throwing shadows across polished wood. His tie lay discarded, his shirt collar undone, and the glass of whiskey beside him was nearly empty.He should have been reviewing contracts. He should have been checking emails, aligning tomorrow’s meetings. But instead, his mind was tangled with images of Sierra her legs curled under her on the couch, the way she glanced at him with something like defiance, her lips parting just enough to suggest she knew exactly what effect she had on him.He ran a hand through his hair and swore under his breath. She was his stepdaughter. His wife’s child. He had no business thinking about her this way.And yet…The next morning, Sierra left for a coffee run with a friend. Damien had lingered upstairs, restless, prowling the hallway as though avoiding his conscience. He paused outside Sierra’s bedroom door, half-open, the pink glow of morning light spilling in.He shou
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The house was too quiet. Sierra sat cross legged on the couch, flipping through a book she wasn’t reading. The words blurred, her thoughts circling like restless birds. She could feel him somewhere in the house her stepfather, Damien Steele like a current humming under her skin. He had that effect on her now, and she hated it as much as she craved it.The sound of his footsteps on the hardwood made her throat tighten. He appeared in the doorway, freshly showered, his dark hair damp and falling across his forehead. He wore only a white button down, sleeves rolled, the top undone, and a pair of black slacks that seemed too sharp for a simple evening at home. He carried power even here, away from the polished boardrooms where he lived most of his days.And he knew it. She could see it in the way his gaze lingered.“You’re up late,” Damien said, his voice low, carrying authority without effort.“Couldn’t sleep.” Sierra shrugged, feigning indifference. “Too quiet around here.”“You’re used
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Sierra woke sore and satisfied.She was still naked, her legs tangled in the sheets, her thighs sticky with evidence of the night before. The plug was gone he had removed it with care, whispering that she’d earned the privilege. His hands had worked her over with clinical precision, drawing pleasure from her body until she’d cried into the pillow.And then… he left.No kiss. No lingering words.Just silence and the distant sound of the door closing.She’d lain awake for hours, trying to slow her pulse. Trying to remember who she was before this started.She couldn’t.She didn’t want to.Downstairs, the smell of cinnamon rolls drifted through the air, along with the faint hum of her mother’s usual playlist. Vanessa was at the stove, hips swaying to Billie Holiday as she flipped bacon.“You’re up late,” she said over her shoulder. “Rough night?”Sierra nodded vaguely. “Headache.”Vanessa turned, her face filled with sudden concern. “Still?”“Just a little.”“Well, sit. I made something
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Sierra tried to avoid him.It was a quiet rebellion one that lasted less than a day.She skipped breakfast and stayed upstairs. She helped her mother organize old donations for the charity auction. She answered emails, kept earbuds in, and refused to glance toward the study.But every quiet moment was a scream under her skin.Her body burned. Her mind spun with memories of the way he circled her, the taste of his command in her mouth, the ache between her legs after kneeling so long without reward.She was denying herself.And he let her.For two full days.On the third morning, there was another note.This one was pinned inside her bedroom door.You’ve had enough silence.Come to the garden. Noon.Wear red.She stared at the note for too long.Part of her wanted to tear it down, pretend she never saw it.But the other part the one that throbbed low in her belly and kept her awake at night moved automatically toward her closet.She owned only one red dress.It was strapless, dangerous
Don't Stop, Daddy Chapter 3: The First Rule
Sierra woke before sunrise.The house was still. The only sound was her breath, soft and shallow, as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The memory of last night his note, his voice, his quiet command hung in the air like smoke, impossible to escape.No panties tomorrow.You’ll know if I notice.He hadn’t touched her.But he had already started owning her.Her fingers slipped under the covers, down between her thighs. She was already soaked. Every inch of her skin ached for what came next. And yet, a part of her still trembled not from fear, but from a truth far more dangerous:She was going to obey.She rose, walked across the room to her dresser, and hesitated in front of the open drawer where her underwear lay in neat rows cotton, lace, silk.She reached in.Then slowly pulled her hand back.Not today.Downstairs, the kitchen was bathed in morning sunlight. Her mother sat at the island, barefoot in silk pajamas, scrolling on her tablet. The air smelled of coffee and fresh grapef
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The pool was the only thing that made the house feel real.At night, it looked like a glowing jewel in the backyard cool blue water framed by soft garden lights and pristine white tile. The Blake Wolfe estate had plenty of carefully curated luxuries, but the pool? It was simple. Honest. Wet, warm, and deep.Sierra liked it best after midnight, when the staff were gone and Vanessa was two martinis into her beauty sleep.She slipped into the water wearing a black string bikini too small, too tight, something her mother would’ve called trashy if she’d seen it. But no one was around to judge.Or so she thought.She didn’t see Damien at first.She pushed off from the edge, slicing through the water in a long, slow stroke, letting her muscles stretch and burn. The water felt perfect cool against her heated skin. Her thoughts slowed, her breath evened out. For the first time since coming home, she felt in control.She surfaced near the far end, slicking her hair back with both hands, and the
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