You Make It So Hard To Ignore You.

WILLIAM

Their voices and moans were unmistakable. My hands shakily grabbed the wall to stop me from crashing into the door as I listened to them grunt and moan in pleasure. My stepmom's voice was loud but I could barely hear her.

My attention was all on Michael's grunts as he said dirty words to her, just like he did to me that night. I hated it. I hated that she got to enjoy what I craved for desperately. I hated that it wasn't me he was thrusting into so desperately.

And I hated that hearing him groan again after so long made me painfully hard. It wasn't supposed to make sense, it was actually disgusting, getting hard for my stepfather. But I couldn't help it.

I wanted him. Desperately. So much that it was starting to hurt. My hand unconsciously slipped into my loose pants, my eyes closed and my focus on his voice, his grunts, his moans. That night came into view and I could literally feel him behind me, his hands roaming around my body as I stroked my cock gently.

“Fuck, Sir…” I breathed, my strokes increasing with each passing second as his grunts became even louder. I bit down on my bottom lip so hard that I tasted blood, but I couldn't let go. They would hear me.

I was getting close and apparently, so were they. My grip on the wall tightened as I stroked my cock even faster, trying to suppress my moans, and when I finally came, I let my head touch the door gently.

This was disgusting. A tear slipped down my cheek as I took a step back and rushed back to my room. But I knew I would gladly do it again. And again. Because I wanted him so badly.

I didn't even bother to clean myself, I simply climbed to my bed and curled into a ball, hating my existence on this planet. I didn't cry, I didn't complain. I just stared at the wall until I eventually drifted to sleep.

Maybe I just wanted to feel loved. And I found what was close to that feeling that night. But it was never meant to be mine…

A knock jolted me awake and I gasped, looking around in panic. It took me ten seconds to realize I wasn't in my usual room, and then I remembered I had jerked off without cleaning myself last night.

“Ew,” I muttered, shaking my head.

“Are you okay in there, William? You didn't have anything yesterday, you should have breakfast this morning.” Michael called out from outside the door but I chose to ignore him. “I won't leave until you open the door or answer me.”

I ignored him anyway and made my way to the bathroom, freshening up and finally looking like a decent person again. I was acting like a heartbroken teenager and it pissed me off so bad. I wasn't even in love with him, I just loved his dick.

Shoving my phone into my pocket, I pushed the door open and jolted when I saw him standing in front of the door as he had promised.

“What are you, a creep?” I questioned, brushing past him but froze when he grabbed my arm.

“Says the one who stood outside my room, listening to me fuck your stepmom.” He whispered and my blood ran cold in horror as I turned to him in shock.

“How did you— Does she know?” I asked, stuttering over my words but he simply pulled me back into my room and slammed the door shut.

“God, Will, you make it so hard to ignore you.” He whispered, pinning me to the door and my eyes widened in shock as I stared at him. He remembered me.

“You asshole!” I yelled, slamming my hand against his chest but his hand covered my mouth immediately, drowning every complaint that tried to leave my lips.

“You can't alert your mom!” He whispered but I pushed his hand off my mouth, my chest heaving as I stared at him in disbelief.

“You pretended not to know who I was for so long and all it took was me jerking off in front of your room to bring your fucking memories back?” I spat in anger and he let out a sigh, his hand gripping my chin gently.

“Listen, I'll explain everything. I promise—”

“Oh, so you'll explain how you thought it was nice to actually mess with me?” I interrupted him and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“I didn't mess with you—”

“Then what—” This time, it was his turn to interrupt me as he placed his lips over mine, silencing my words instantly. I technically melted into him as he kissed me like he was starving, his hands roaming under my shirt and my hands found his hair.

I kissed him like I missed him. 

Because I did. But then I bit his bottom lip hard enough to bruise it, causing him to hiss slightly and pull back.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered, connecting my forehead with his and I almost broke down in tears at how genuine he sounded. “I'll explain everything later, I promise. Just… Don't hate me. I can't stand it when you stare at me like you wish I didn't exist.”

“Well, you shouldn't have married my stepmom and pretended like you didn't know me!” I replied and he opened his mouth to speak when I heard my stepmom's voice.

“Michael? Breakfast is ready!” 

“Shit, I gotta go. Listen, whatever I say, just play along. Alright? I need to speak to you. Alone.” He whispered, ready to leave but I held him back.

“I need you to fuck me. Alone.” I mumbled, pulling him to me and his hand threaded through my hair gently as he placed a soft kiss on my lips.

“I think we both know that's forbidden, Will. Oh, and I don't think she heard you last night. But I did.” He muttered and with that, he left the room. My legs turned to jelly as I slid down to the floor, my head spinning.

Forbidden. Of course, it was forbidden; he was supposed to be my father now.

“Stupid,” I muttered to myself, slapping myself on the cheek over and over again until I was sure it was now red. “Stupid family. Stupid stepmom. Stupid Michael. Everyone's stupid.”

I finally made my way downstairs but I settled in the sitting room instead of joining them at the dining table. I didn't know how long I could go without food but I knew I'd find a way.

“You'll be following Michael to his company today.” My stepmom ordered as she glanced at me for a second and my heart stopped.

“What? Why? I don't want to.” I muttered at once but immediately realized that I had just messed with my stepmom. I almost forgot what she was capable of and now I was in trouble.

“William, follow me upstairs, will you?” She said flatly as she stood up from her chair and my heart sank into my stomach.

What was she going to do to me this time?