My Step daddy 3

CHAPTER 3

“Welcome to Royal Paradise.” The woman in the sleek bun, dressed in the hotel's navy uniform for employees greeted us with a large smile.

My mum grinned at her while I stood a few feet back, unable to look at Trey who was casually standing behind my mum, glasses shielding his gaze from everyone.

The flight here had been nothing short of a nightmare. Each time, he opened his mouth to talk to my mum, my ears strained and I braced myself for the worst but he never once said anything.

And that was what scared me the most. Because what did he want?

“You okay?” A deep rumble sounded and I jerked, looking up to see Trey staring down at me. “The flight wasn't that rough, was it?” He asked, his voice making my heart pound in my chest.

My gaze drifted to my mum who was now speaking to the attendant at the counter with a frown on her face as the woman clicked on the keyboard, an apologetic smile on her face. What were they talking about?

“Amara,” Trey's voice snapped me back to reality and I looked up at him.

This was the first time he was speaking directly to me since the incident. He seemed calm and collected.

“Iㅡ uh. Yeah, rough ride.”

If he had his glasses off, I would be able to tell what he was feeling but right now, I could only imagine the look in his eyes. His lips lifted for a slight second. “You seem to love rough rides, don't you?” He asked, his voice low and dripping with innuendo.

Silence.

I paused, unsure if I had heard right. What did he just say? “Excuse me?”

His expression didn't falter, neither did his stance. “You heard me”

My heart raced in my chest, panic gripping me. What did he mean? Why was he bringing that up?

My mum appeared again beside him, rubbing at her temples. “We lost a reservation since the flight delayed.”

I tore my gaze away from Trey to look at my mum who seemed fed up with everything. “Explain.”

She looked over her shoulder, back at that receptionist desk where she had stood just a few minutes ago, then she looked back at us. “I don't even understand what's happening and it's almost midnight. We can't afford to book another hotel right now, I'm tired.”

Trey kept his gaze fixed on mine, even as his hand wrapped around my mum's waist, pulling her closer to his side. “I'm sure we can manage. What have we got?”

My mum looked at me while I waited with bated breath. “You would have to sleep in our room tonight, baby. I'm really sorry for the inconvenience but we can't get another room and booking a new hotel now is a lot of work. We'd drive for miles and I need to rest.”

My heart deflated. What?

Forcing a smile. “Sure. Just for tonight.” 

What could possibly go wrong?

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About an hour later, I stepped into the room from the bathroom, drying my hair as I watched my mum climb into bed, adjusting the sheets around her.

“Good night, baby. Don't forget to turn off the lamp,” she muttered, waving a dismissive hand at me.

My heart fluttered when I noticed Trey standing there, by the side of the bed, his expression was dark as he looked at me. “Won't you come to bed?” He finally asked, his gaze dropping to the empty space beside my mum who was already dozing off after the long flight.

I laughed nervously, the sound low so as not to disturb her. “You can sleep first,” I tried to brush it off.

The last thing I needed was sleeping between both of them. No way in hell.

“No,” His answer was curt, “Middle.”

My heart caught in my chest. “I don't want to.”

His gaze dropped for a second to my bare legs, my shorts riding high up my thighs. “Still got that video, baby.”

My heart skipped a beat and I felt panic rise in me. “Fuck you…” I muttered, climbing into bed.

Tears brimmed in my eyes at the thought. I knew there was something off about him, he was going to use it against me. Fuck.

He switched off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. I snuggled into my mum when he also got in bed, the mattress softly dipping under his weight.

I pressed closer to my mum, hyper aware that he was laying right behind me, the silence seemed more suffocating than I ever imagined and for a second, I wondered why I hadn't insisted on the floor.

“Good night, Amara,” Trey whispered, the sound soft but feeling like a warning. Like a soft caress.

My pulse fluttered like crazy as time ticked by, the moon rose high above the sky and everywhere was still quiet. Everyone was asleep. Nowㅡ

I stiffened when I felt Trey press up against me, his lips ghosting over my neck. “Amara?” He whispered against me.

His dick was nestled between the crack of my ass and I just…froze.

Couldn't do anything. Couldn't say anything. Couldn't stop the way my pussy clenched at the thought that I was pressed up against my mum and her boyfriend was pressed up against me, albeit for the wrong reasons.

His next words that he whispered in my ear, breath ticking my earlobe had me in place.

“You're gonna be a good girl and you're gonna do all I say tonight. Everything. Single. Thing. I. Say.” He whispered against me.

My breath was shaky as I felt his fingers snake under the waistband of my trousers, a thumb rolling over my clit, the action making me jerk, a moan stifled.

His free hand clapped around my mouth. “Shut up, Amara,” He whispered, just as my mum mumbled gibberish in her sleep.

My head ached with one thoughtㅡ My mum was right beside me. Her boyfriend was touching me.

And I liked every inch of it.