Stella
Today was supposed to be different. At least, I hoped it would be. The sun had set half an hour ago, and the streetlights cast a hazy orange glow over the snow-packed sidewalks.
"Stella!"
My heart rate sped up. Nothing triggered my fight or flight like the sound of my father, Jeremiah Evans's voice.
"Yes?" I hid my trepidation behind a neutral expression.
"I trust you can bring all the items back to the room yourself." He slipped on his coat and tossed his bag onto the couch behind him. "I have a dinner reservation I simply can't miss.""Of-"
He disappeared out the door.
"Course I can," I finished.
After his exit, I collapsed on my bed with a loud sigh. It's never going to be different.
Ever since father had his big break in the business world he has changed. I should have seen it coming.... we should have seen it coming. It became worse after he divorced my mother because she didn't fit his aesthetic anymore - his words, not mine. Apparently, when you're rich and famous you have to please the public by living your life a certain type of way. That includes who you date or don't date. Unfortunately, my mother did not fit into the category the public would 'approve' of. I put my headphones on and let the soothing voice of Lana Del Rey transport me elsewhere. Anywhere that didn't have a neglectful and ignorant father.
With my eyes closed, I hum along to the sounds filling my ear, completely lost to the world around me as I let myself drift off to sleep. The feel of a hand jerking me awake and ruining my opportunity for a short nap has me scowling. I sit upright and pry my tired open to look at the person responsible and I'm not surprised to see Mary, our maid standing at the edge of my bed with a scowl bigger than mine.
"I have been calling your name, young lady! Get that thing out of your ear for goodness sake." Mary yelled, "Your father left some instructions for you before he left." Mary adds
I groan and roll my eyes, uninterested in whatever commands Daddy dearest left for me. "I'm sure he did." I fall backward onto my bed. Mary had practically raised me. She was the one person who'd always been there for me after my parent's divorce. I hate talking to her this way, I've never even talked to her this way. I was just too tired and frustrated to check my attitude.I'll apologize later.
"He wants you to give Jamie a tour of the house before dinner tonight...." At the mention of that name, it's as if my body developed the ability to sit and move of its own accord. "Oh, so now you're interested?" I roll my eyes at Mary's suggestive tone
"Why would he want me to give Jamie a tour?
Why is Jamie even here?" I ask all the obvious questions.
"How the hell am I supposed to know? All I know is, your father said something about Jamie staying here for a week because he's got business in town. And you know the tour is so your father can flaunt his mansion off." She adds with an eye roll and I laugh at the accuracy.
"You know, for a woman close to fifty you have the sassy attitude of a teenager." Mary smiles at me.
"Show me a teenager that's as sassy as I am, I'll wait." She tells me, her strong Irish accent making an appearance "Get dressed, Jamie is waiting for you downstairs." Mary laughs before disappearing out of my room
"WHAT! He's here already?" I yell after her
"Fuck" I mutter to myself.
I walked to my floor-length mirror and the reflection staring back at me was not appealing one bit.
There's no need to dress up. It's just Jamie, my cousin, Cersei's husband.
My cousin's husband whom I'm attracted to. Jamie and I have only met each other three times, but it was enough for him to leave a permanent mark on my mind. The third time was at his wedding to my cousin, Cersei. The second was at my father's office and the first was at the club where he gave me the best, and most memorable orgasm I've ever experienced in my life.
After we departed I didn't think I'll see him again after that night.
Oh, how wrong I was.
I snapped myself out of the daze I got lost in before putting on my blue sundress and a pair of flat slippers. I rushed to the mirror to fix my hair and apply a fresh coat of my favorite gloss.
I've always loved how it looked on my lips
Hopefully, Jamie does too.
I contemplated fixing my hair up in a bun or letting it cascade down my shoulders since I was wearing a dress. I assume it would look good against my shoulder blades. And-
"Stella."
The deep, rich voice brushed my skin like black velvet and stopped me in my tracks. A shiver chased its wake, born of equal parts pleasure and warning. I recognized that voice.I'd heard it only three times in my life, but that was enough. Like the man who owned it, it was unforgettable. Wariness flickered in my chest before I doused it. I turned my head, my gaze traveling over the black suit that hugged his frame like a second skin. I gulp when my eyes fall on his face, my mind can't help but drift to our first meeting. How good his hands felt on my body, how those soft lips caressed every inch of my body.I cleared my throat and hoped to the heavens he didn't catch me gawking like a hungry dog
"Hi, Jamie. Sorry to have kept you waiting." I apologize. I fidget anxiously as I let my eyes drift around my room. Thank the stars I decided to clean it today. "Shall we start the tour?"
He chuckles nervously, "That's not why I'm here, Stella. The last thing I want is to take a tour around your father's mansion. We can tell him you gave me one though, it can be our little secret." He smiles, revealing those set of straight, perfect white teeth that had me hooked the first night at the club.
"Sure," I nodded in agreement. "So, why are you here then?" I prayed my tone didn't leak with the amount of desperation I was feeling.I couldn't help it so, I let my eyes rake his figure again. My heart slowed a fraction of a beat. Dark hair.
Whiskey eyes.
A face so exquisitely chiseled it could've been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. He stepped closer till we were mere inches apart "Because I'm stupid. And I can't stop myself from thinking about my inlaw in inappropriate positions." He whispers gently.
A tight sensation wrapped around my lungs-a mixture of fear, embarrassment, and vulnerability-but I needed him to know I wanted him. The truth was, I needed him in a way I couldn't even fathom, but I couldn't let anyone know it was that severe, especially him. Finding the courage somewhere deep inside of me, I rose to my toes and pressed my lips to his ear.
Fuck. My. Life.
MaliaI felt hands wrap around me from behind "Please, Malia," I froze at the vulnerability in his voice "Don't run, please. I can't take it anymore if you do" Mason beggedI could feel his hot breath on my neck, my back pressed against his chest as it moved slowly according to his breathing."Mason, you need to leave. This" I referred to both of us "It's not working out, I can't keep pretending like it's perfect.... like we're perfect"He turned me around to face him "That's the thing, we don't have to be perfect, no one is perfect. But I'll be damned if I let you leave me all because of a stupid mistake I made. You belong with me, Malia. Soul...body...mind" he placed a kiss on my body after every wordI moan softly "Mason this is wrong, we can't be.." he kissed my neck sucking on it gently, eliciting a moan out of me.Three heartbeats drummed in my ears."Fuck me," he groaned, before grabbing my hips, lifting me, and meeting my mouth with his. Finally. My legs wrapped around his wai
AvaI put on my heels and picked up my purse before making my way out of my house.I check the time and I smile to myself, happy that my plan is still on track. It's just 7:15 pm, he's still going to be there."Okay, Ava you can do this," I whisper to myself. I've gotten this far I can't give up now.I release a loud sigh as I raise my head to look at the long big doors I'm standing in front of.The streets are empty, only two or three people hanging around and they look like they're about to leave any moment from now.That's one thing about here.I make my way inside and I try to focus on the sound of my heels against the church floor as I make my way to the confessional.I have no idea if he's the one sitting on the other side of the booth, but I hope he is.I get in and take a seat."Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession in a long time," I whisper.There was a mild pause from the other end and I almost panicked. "What are your sins, child?"Oh my God!....
StellaI sputter and my eyes widen "W-what?" I ask Jamie. I can't imagine I've not thought or fantasized about sex with Jamie. And hearing him say this right now, just intensifies those fantasies in my head.Sex with Jamie would be sex like I’d never known. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It would shatter every preconceived notion of who I was and mold me into something darker, more depraved. I wanted it all."Fuck, I know it's wrong but, I can't stop thinking about you, Stella." He breathed softly."Jamie, you're married to my cousin." It's not like he needed the reminder, he was wearing her ring for goodness sake. He lets out a strained chuckle, "Trust me, I know. You don't have to remind me." Oh God, I'm not strong enough to decline if he makes a move on me. "Then why are you here, Jamie?" Cersei may be a bitch, but she's my family. And I don't care how hot her husband is, I'm not sleeping with him. "Because for whatever reason there is, I can't sto
Amelia"Class is dismissed. I'll see you all same time next week. And make sure you....," The rest of his speech trails off and falls on deaf ears. All I can focus on is the movement of his lips and the way his pen moves swiftly between his fingers. The way his muscles flex in his white long-sleeved shirt with each movement of his hand.I can hear the shuffling of feet, and the sound of chairs scraping the floor, but I can't seem to take my eyes off the handsome male specimen that is, Mr Maverick Remington.I've been taking this class for more than two months, and I don't think I've ever paid attention since he became our substitute lecturer, and then permanent.Maverick Arrington was my special brew of torture formed especially by God. It was achingly painful to see him three times a week and not be able to touch or kiss him the same way I do in my fantasies.I hated it. I hated the fact that the only way I could be with him was in the fantasies I had. It was-- "Miss Clarke?" His voi
Amelia Clarke I won't lie and say I didn't spend the entirety of my weekend thinking about everything Mr Remington said to me last week. But as I made my way to the front of the class after he dismissed everyone but me, I was beginning to think maybe last week's interaction was all in my head.My classmates filed out of the class one after the other, the sound of feet shuffling as they rushed out. "Mr Remington, you wanted to see me?" I ask quietly. He had not looked at me once since I arrived today. I even wore the shortest schoolgirl skirt I could find, matching it with my black thigh-high tights, and he still didn't spare me a glance."You have detention, Miss Clarke. You have to stay behind."My eyes widen, "What? B-but I did nothing, sir.""Oh, really? So, what do you call the act you put on last week.""I-I thought-," Oh, God I feel so stupid right now. Why did I believe he would be interested in me? " Mr Remington, please I'm so sorry. I had no idea. What can I do to get ou
Chapter 7 José My StepbrotherAdeline"No, there's no way in hell I'll stay anywhere with you!" I yell at my stepbrother José. I can't believe our parents willingly sent us off to bond.Knowing this slimy bastard he probably held them to gunpoint for them to agree. And all for what? Just so he can fuck with me whenever he likes.Nope, not happening."Well, I'm already here and there's nothing you can do about it." He relaxes on the couch with a smirk on his face.I can't believe we had to get to Hawaii before the parents informed us that we'd be sharing the house. And only when they're convinced that we've bonded will they send the jet to come pick us up.Oh, God."José, can't you just go to your friend's place or something? I know you have friends here." I'll plead even if I have to."No, I want to spend time with you.""Why! We hate each other." Ugh! Every conversation with him makes me want to rip the hair out of my own head.He shrugs, “Looks like it’s just me and you,” José said,
AdelineI sat at the counter eating my breakfast when José came down. "Mum and Dad called. They said to tell you hi and to behave." I warn him.Well, all they said was to tell him hi. The last part was all mine. He doesn't need to know that.José placed his phone down on the coffee table and appeared at the kitchen door, giving me those dangerously sultry eyes. Sauntering over to me, he trapped me between the kitchen island and him and chuckled down at me. “If you think that’s going to stop me from coming inside you today, you’re wrong,” he said, drawing his fingers against the front of my skirt. He cupped the mound of my pussy in his hand and rested his fingers right over my wetness. I tensed at his possessive, dominant touch and bit my lip, glancing up at him through my glasses. José had been so careful these past few days not to touch me in any way that I didn’t want. But now, I wanted it. More than anything. “You don’t want them to find out that my stepbrother has been touching me,
AdelineIt was so fucking wrong. So wrong. Sleeping with my stepbrother. Aching for him to fuck me. Waiting for him to come home every night to take me. Fuck me so hard before filling me up with his thick hot cum.I was such a whore for my stepbrother and the thought alone made my thighs clench. It made me want to bounce on his cock right now while he fucks me raw.When we got home from one of our many family bonding times -- where we take pictures and send them to the parents, José pushed me into my bedroom, pressed me against the door, and ground his cock into me from behind.“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. Feel these hard nipples brush against my chest. While I play with that wet pussy,” he said into my ear. He wrapped his hand around the front of my neck, pulled it up gently, and sucked hard on my soft spot, definitely leaving a big red hickey.Snaking his other arm around my waist, he pulled me closer to him. I turned around in his hold, pulled his face to mine,