Chapter 9: My Nightmares

I should push him, but no—my body wasn’t willing to cooperate. Instead, I adjusted my position so his cock could fit into my hungry pussy through the fabric. We were both dressed, but the tension was unbearable. The water was cold, yet the forbidden contact beneath it was so damn hot and dangerously overwhelming.

"This isn’t right," I whispered, my voice trembling as I stared into his eyes, my hands pulling him closer.

He looked down at my chest, my wet nightgown clinging to me, and I was sure he could feel how hard my nipples pressed against him.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "But your body doesn’t seem to concur," he teased.

Heat rushed through me, and I buried my face in his neck in embarrassment, my hips still moving to match the tension.

"Mr. Felix won’t find out," he murmured softly.

I pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. They were dark, filled with hunger. I gasp, and my chest rises and falls faster.

"I’ve had a crush on you since university, Sophie," he admitted.

My grip tightened around his neck as I fought to stay composed. I’m the predator, not the prey. I can’t give in—not now, not when I feel completely trapped.

"I will always take care of you," he added, his voice low and steady. My entire mind went blank for a moment, and he slowly tilted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"Fuck, Sophie… you’re so attractive, like a goddess," he breathed.

That was what it fucking takes; those words made my entire body give in, my senses narrowing and my control slipping away. I shut my eyes as he leaned closer, our breaths tangling, my mind racing, anticipating how his lips would feel.

Our lips had barely touched when my phone rang, jolting me off guard and dragging me back to reality. My eyes shot open in shock as I pushed him away and dashed out of the pool. My nightgown was completely soaked.

I scrambled for the phone on the bench. The caller ID read Felix Miller. I quickly answered.

"Hello, Sophie? I heard you called," he said, his voice groggy, as if he’d just woken up.

I slowly turned to look at Sebastian, his hand running through his hair. The sight made a feeling of guilt twist in me—I’d brought him so close, only to leave him hanging.

"Are you alright, Sophie?" Felix asked.

"Yeah, I’m good… just a bit tired," I replied, walking out from the pool spaces. My eyes shifted to the dark corner where I heard a noise earlier, and I noticed a door there. I furrowed my brow—where did that door lead? I quickly shook my head and moved toward the front, where I had come from, my phone still pressed to my ear as Felix rambled about his stressful day.

My heart was still racing from Sebastian’s confession. So I wasn’t the only one—he was drawn to me too. A rush of confidence swept through me. I’d always felt good about my body, but hearing it from a hot, charming man… that felt entirely different.

"So I’ll be returning tomorrow," he said.

"Okay… that’s fine," I whispered. He hung up, and I quickly changed into red pajamas before collapsing onto the bed.

My mind replayed the scene over and over. From the water… I could feel he was different, bigger. I wonder what it would feel like to be with him.

A groan escaped me as I buried my face in the pillow. I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep tonight. What had just happened?

I hoped I wouldn’t let this—this one forbidden fruit—distract me from my well-crafted mission.

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I opened my eyes immediately, sensing someone moving near me.

"Sebastian?" I called, my eyes wide with shock.

He pressed a finger to my lips, shaking his head. "Shh… don’t worry," he murmured.

“Relax, little stepmother,” he murmured softly. “I know you are wet. Let me take care of you.”

My heart jumped as I watched him slide my pants down slowly, his touch slow and unhurried, before he parted my legs.

“Damn,” he whispered, his voice low and thick with desire. “Everything about you is so beautiful.”

His thumb found my clit, circling it with practiced accuracy. I bit down on my fingers, my head falling back as I fought the urge to moan, but I can't—what if someone hears? His fingers slipped inside me, moving slowly but deeply, drawing a shiver from my body. My grip tightened on the bedsheets as

I tried to squirm, overwhelmed by the sensation, but his other hand held my legs firmly in place—not forcing, just grounding me. He was strong, controlled, and entirely focused on me, and my body was reacting to every touch without restraint.

He lowered his head between my thighs, his tongue flicking against my clit. I stuck my fingers into his hair, instinctively guiding him as my hips lifted to meet his mouth.

My moans filled the room—this felt different. He was skilled at this. Too good.

He glanced up at me, his gaze locking onto mine as my chest rose and fell rapidly, my breath uneven.

A devilish smile slowly spread across his face.

"My dad is watching too, little stepmother."

He whispered, my heart stopped, and I turned toward the door.

Mr. Felix stood there, staring at me, his face so unreadable, a document clenched in his hand. Slowly, he tore it into pieces.

My chest tightened. That’s my deal.

I jolted upright, my breath coming fast and uneven as I looked around the room. My heart pounded as realization hit me.

What the hell was that?

It was just a dream.

"Good morning, little stepmother," a familiar voice called out.

I quickly turned toward the figure sitting casually on the couch, a cigarette resting between his lips, smoke curling lazily around his face.

I shut my eyes in frustration and exhaled sharply.

What the heck?