Chapter 02 – Desperate for His Touch

***Megan's POV***

I returned home feeling like a complete mess. Joe had brought me to the party just to humiliate me.

I was a fool to think he’d be even slightly affectionate in public. He didn’t even look my way the entire night. His eyes were all on Miranda.

Worse, I couldn’t leave because I didn’t want to offend his dad, Uncle Julian.

I had watched him all night, having fun with other women like an unmarried man.

Even worse, the evil twins seized the opportunity to rub it in my face.

*Flashback*

“Hey, sis. Trouble in paradise?” Ashley smirked.

I grabbed a wine glass from a passing waiter, downed it in one gulp, and gently placed the glass back on the tray.

“There’s definitely trouble in paradise. Joe doesn’t even want to be in the same space as her. He obviously hates her. I mean, who wouldn’t? She’s still looking awful even in an expensive dress,” she giggled.

“Don’t be harsh, Ashley,” Harley joined in with a laugh. “You know she's not used to being luxurious.”

They laughed again.

I walked out on them and stepped onto the balcony.

There were other guests there, but even among them, I could hear my name on their lips. It wasn’t just Harley and Ashley, everyone was gossiping about Joe and me tonight. About how he preferred my sister to me.

“Did you see the way he shoved her hand away when she tried to hold him?”

“It’s terrible. Rumor has it he might divorce her soon. He only married her to get his father’s blessing to become the next mafia boss then he could marry Miranda.”

“She’s so pathetic, really. What did she expect? That a man like Joe would love her? He only did her a favor by getting her out of that house, where she was just a maid, her step sister is the real gold.”

“Terrible.”

I slipped away quietly and tried to leave the damned party. I stood in front of the elevator like a ghost.

When it opened, there they were, Joe and Miranda wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing passionately.

“Joe!” I didn’t mean to say his name out loud, but it escaped me. He and Miranda were having an affair?

He walked out, irritated.

“Where do you think you’re going? You can’t possibly be leaving the party. My dad specially invited your ass here!”

“Don’t change the subject, Joe! What are you doing with her? My step sister! Can't you at least give me a little respect? We’re in public. Among your acquaintances!”

Joe looked me over from head to toe, then scoffed.

“I can’t do this right now. Miranda, let’s leave. Find a nice hotel.”

“What?!”

Miranda pushed past me, giggling. I grabbed her arm.

“He’s a married man. What do you think you’re doing? And you're supposed to be my step sister!”

She shoved me hard, and I fell to the ground. Joe didn’t even flinch as he stepped over me.

“Go enjoy the party like I said, Megan. Stop embarrassing yourself trying to play the loving wife. It won’t work.”

They walked off and climbed into a waiting car.

I was still on the floor.

The world moved hastily around me, and I was in the middle of it all, unloved, humiliated, and scorned.

Later, when I went to his father…

“Joe is a man of his own, Megan,” Uncle Julian had said, puffing on a fat cigar. “I only shipped you two because I thought you were compatible. But it looks like you can’t handle him. He’s a man, all right. Let him have fun.”

*End of flashback*

I wiped the tears that had begun to trail down my cheeks again.

Pathetic. That’s how I looked tonight. Just like every other night.

Never in a million years would I have thought Joe would be sleeping with Miranda, no wonder she was back in town, she did it to spite me.

Suddenly, my door slammed open. Joe stood in front of me, half-naked, a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

He was obviously drunk.

I could smell it even before he entered the bedroom.

He staggered in. His eyes were bloodshot, but sharp.

“Didn’t know we were reporting our personal life to our families now,” he slurred.

I stood up. “You embarrassed me. In front of everyone, how could you cheat on me with my own step sister!”

He chuckled bitterly and tossed the towel on the floor.

I shifted back a bit, stunned by the sight.

“I didn’t ask you to come, did I? It was an invite from my dad, why didn't you just stay home. You knew deep down this was bound to happen, stop lying to yourself.”

“Joe…”

He crossed the room in three long strides and pulled me close.

His mouth found mine, rough and demanding.

“No. Wait,” I tried to say, but it came out muffled.

“Don’t pretend,” he growled. “You love this.”

I hated how my body responded.

His touch burned.

“Joe,” I whispered.

“I want to make love to you,” he said, and my heart sank.

“Joe…”

“Can I?” He said in a low growl and I didn't know when I nodded.

He tore the gown I still had on. I panicked.

What if he wakes up in regrets by tomorrow morning.

“Wait… you’re drunk.”

“I know what I’m doing, Megan. And I know I want you tonight.”

Was I dreaming?

He kissed me hungrily, carrying me and pinning me to the wall.

“I want to give you all my love tonight,” he whispered, his lips brushing my neck, my chest, down to my thighs.

I knew we might regret this in the morning. But God… how could I resist him?

His body was warm against mine, and heat bubbled inside me.

I was wet already.

His hands slid along my thighs, making me shiver.

“I want to make you feel good tonight.”

“Mmhmm,” I moaned as his fingers slipped between my legs.

“You’re already wet,” he smirked, licking his fingers. “Yummy.”

“god, Joe,” I gasped as his fingers went back in, faster this time.

“That’s right... say my name, baby.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold in the scream that rose in my throat.

“Don’t hold back.”

“Argh!” I screamed, unable to resist the pleasure surging through me. My body was on fire.

I reached down, stroking his length, making him groan.

Then he grabbed me possessively, laying me on the bed and parting my thighs.

He knelt between them, his tongue teasing me, making my eyes water from the intensity.

“I want to hear you beg, baby.”

“Please… fuck me,” I whispered.

He pressed himself against me, rubbing his length along my folds but not entering.

He was teasing me, waiting until I needed it.

“Please!” I begged, louder this time.

“Argh!” I cried out as he filled me.

My back arched as he thrusted hard. I screamed, digging my nails into his skin.

So this… this is what being fucked by Joe felt like.