His Substitute Bride

Seducing Stepdaddy

Avery—

I glance at the clock. It’s already midnight. And yet, my cheating whore of a mother still hasn’t come home from a week of throwing a tantrum, threatening my breathtakingly handsome Greek god for a stepfather and her husband to leave if she doesn’t do what she wants.

So, he reluctantly agreed, although I could see it in his face how much my mother hurt him.

Poor stepdaddy. Although he treats me and my mother well, showering her with all the jewelry and money she could possibly get, it still wasn’t enough.

Well, tonight, I will make it up to him.

I sit up and gather the courage to slip out of my bedroom. All alone, the hallway in the third floor lights up. I could feel the thumping of my heart along with the thud of my footsteps as I maneuver to the master bedroom.

Just as I expected, the door wasn’t locked. He usually would leave it ajar in case my mother decided to show up after a long night of partying. I doubt she even had the energy to entertain him by then.

I was surprised to see the bed empty and my heart almost leapt right out of my chest when I felt body heat radiating right behind me.

“Trouble falling asleep again?”

My breath hitched in my throat as I swallowed it.

I slowly turned around and lifted my eyes to see my perfect stepdaddy was standing behind me all along. How long has he been there? Panic shoots through me, and I prayed he hadn’t realized I’ve been a peeking through a slit at him every night when my mother is gone.

“Y-Yeah…” I lie through my teeth, giving him the most awkward smile.

He runs his fingers through his hair as he licks his lips, making them glisten.

“Me too.” He flashes me a smile without showing his teeth, and my pussy clenched.

Fuck. Why does he have to be so handsome?

Clearly, my mother doesn’t deserve him. He deserves someone who wants him not for his money, but would do anything to please him.

And yes, you fucking guessed it. Someone like me.

“Mother isn’t home.” I whisper, looking up at him. God, he’s tall. I needed to crane my neck up just to look at him. Everything about him screams masculinity and perfection, carved by the gods themselves.

“She’ll be home any minute.” He gives me a fake smile. He knows damn well that isn’t true. She’ll be home by noon, only to change into expensive slutty clothes that barely cover her ass before she slips out of the house without any of us knowing. But the mention of my whore mother out of his mouth instantly extinguishes the flames rising from my core.

“Still waiting on her, huh?”

He blinks and looks at me for a second, and I don’t avert my gaze. I hold his gaze until he runs his huge palm down his rugged face.

“It’s late. Try to get some sleep, hm?” he says before turning away from me and walking into his room. His back turned to me, and he pauses before saying, “Goodnight, Avery.”

Clenching my fists, I reluctantly nod when I realize he can’t see me. Almost like he’s trying to avoid looking at me.

“Goodnight, Mason.”

I don’t call him dad. I don’t want to. He isn’t my dad. He came into our lives when I was 18 years old and married my mother out of nowhere just a month after my real dad died. She said they had been childhood friends. For a period of time, I had grown to despise him. But, seeing how he genuinely tried to understand my heart, how he cared for me and mother, how he put up with me and my unreasonable attitude for so long, I finally opened up to him.

He gently closed the door behind him, but he didn’t lock it, as always.

He’s still waiting for her to come back.

A part of me wants to tell him the truth. But another part of me feels like he already knows it.

With a heavy heart, I turn my back and head back to my cold, lonely room.

An hour in, and I still can’t sleep. I just turned off the television, trying to distract myself and my need to go to him, comfort him.

One sheep. Two sheep. Three sheep.

I sigh.

Fuck it.

Sitting up, I moved swiftly to my closet, pulling out the sexy lingerie Mason bought for my mother that she tossed to the bin the minute he looked away. Even the flowers he got for her the day of their anniversary, which also happened to be my real father’s birthday.

I sigh, shaking away the negative thoughts and bringing myself to focus on my new mission instead.

I have been patient for too long.

Tonight will be the night.

With no more hesitation, I slipped into the sexy red lingerie and sneaked out of my bedroom. Opening the door as quietly as I can, I peek into the room first to make sure he is really asleep.

Once I saw that he is deep in his sleep, I close the door and lock it.

With the door closed, everything is pitch-black. I navigate my way through the darkness. My foot hitting the edge of the bed.

I bend and crawled to his side. The bed dips a little, and a creaking sound echoes as I curl up beside him. I turn my back on him, letting my ass inch closer wherever it would touch his body. Hopefully, right where I wanted.

God must have been on my side because I felt his hard dick rub against my ass.

Well, fuck.