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Andrienne's POV

It was a few minutes past midnight.

We were in the kitchen with me sitting on the kitchen cabinet. Stepdad stood in between my legs as he pushed my silk nightgown up to my thigh

As our lips parted, a rush of exhilaration swept through me, mingling with a twinge of guilt that lingered just beneath the surface. We both knew the risks of our illicit affair, the delicate balance we had to maintain to keep our secret hidden from the prying eyes of the pack members.

Over the past three days, I’d been going to his study. There we made out but never got to the ultimate stage as were were always interrupted. Thankfully, we were never caught though.

But each of those failed love sessions only fueled the flame in me.

Tonight I was sleeping, but yet again I dreamt of my stepdad fucking the hell out of me like I was being punished for pilfering money.

I had a bath again since I was dripping wet down there and changed into new clothes.

Then I felt really thirsty, so I decided to come down to the kitchen, I knew the house servants were already asleep.

After getting a bottle of water from the fridge, I twisted the cap open and frantically downed the water, letting out a heavy sigh the moment I was done.

The cold water I had bathed and that which I had drunk was supposed to quench the flame of lust nestled in my core. But for some inexplicable reason, instead of quenching, it became bigger.

It did not help that I imagined him drilling me with his weapon of ass destruction.

“Gosh, I really need to stop thinking about it!” I muttered to myself in frustration.

At this moment, the door of the kitchen suddenly opened and in came the man I’d been dreaming about— the one who gave me a sleepless night.

“Thinking about what?” he said as he locked the door behind him.

“H-uh?” I rubbed my eyes, wanting to be sure my eyes and ears hadn’t leagued to play a prank on me.

“Were you thinking of me?” he said to me as he made his way towards me.

“D-Dad?”

“Yes, you aren’t dreaming. It’s I, my dear,” he said smilingly as he hoisted me atop the kitchen cabinet and stood between my legs.

I could see it! Those eyes were very laden to the brim with lust. Feral lust, the desire to claim and properly destroy was in those eyes and the flower to undergo this was me. I couldn’t help but feel excited as I anticipated what was to come.

“D-Dad, what did you do to me?” I whined, “I can’t even sleep in peace,”

“Same here, dear. I’ve dreamt of thrusting like a madman inside that core of yours. I can’t forget the taste of your juice, the taste of your lips, your perky nipples and your amazing scatterbrained moans,” he said to me, trailing his fingers on my face.

Oh, how I desired him to touch me, kiss me and more importantly, eat me. But then Mum’s face suddenly appeared in my head; this man I was with at the moment was her husband.

"I shouldn't be doing this," I whispered, my voice tinged with a mixture of desire and apprehension as I traced the outline of his jaw with trembling fingertips.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he murmured, "But you can't resist me, can you, Andrienne?"

I swallowed hard, the truth of his words hitting me like a wave crashing against the shore. "No, I can't," I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest as I yielded to the irresistible pull of his touch.

His lips found mine, a fervent urgency driving us both to seek solace in each other's embrace. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating heat of our passion, the forbidden thrill of our illicit liaison.

But even as we surrendered to the ecstasy of our desires, a nagging voice whispered in the back of my mind, a reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. We couldn't afford to be careless, not when the consequences of discovery could spell disaster for us both.

"We have to be careful," I breathed, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze, my eyes searching his for reassurance.

He nodded, his expression grave yet determined. "I know, Andrienne," he replied, his voice tinged with a tad hint of regret. "But I can't stay away from you, no matter how hard I try."

I reached out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, a tender gesture born of both affection and longing. "I feel the same way, Dad," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "But we have to tread carefully. We can't risk everything we have for a fleeting moment of passion."

He nodded again, his eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and resolve. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Andrienne," he vowed his words a solemn promise that echoed in the stillness of the night.

"Now..." he drawled. "Let's get back to business," with eyes dark with desire, he lowered one of my mounds in his mouth as he groped the other.

With each tease of his tongue, my nipples hardened as I pushed my head back to give him more access.

I laid my back against the kitchen table as Teslo bent his face to meet my wet core.

"You're wet," he said, with a knowing grin etched on his face. Smug bastard!

"Yeah. I'm wet for you already, baby," I said with my thoughts hazy.

"We shouldn't do it here. Someone might see us," I whisper-yelled. Thankfully, I wasn't so gone after all. A soft gasp escaped when he hooked my legs around his waist and carried me out of the kitchen without breaking our kiss.

Blurry glimpses of gilt-framed paintings and golden wall sconces passed through my peripheral vision as he navigated us through the maze of hallways after ascending the stairs.

When we reached his room, he kicked the door shut behind us before setting me down, his breath as ragged as my own.

Under any other circumstances, I would’ve savoured my second time in his private sanctuary, but I caught only the faintest impression of expensive oak and charcoal before his mouth was on mine again.

I pushed his jacket off his shoulders while he unzipped my dress. Our movements were frantic, almost desperate, as we tore our clothes off.

His shirt. My bra. His pants.

They fell away with tugs and pulls, leaving only heat and bare skin behind.

We broke apart so Teslo could roll on a condom, and my mouth dried at the sight before me. I’d seen him shirtless before, but this was different somehow. His body was sculpted with such perfection I half expected to find Michelangelo’s signature lurking on one of his chiselled abs.

Broad shoulders. Muscled chest. Bronzed skin and a faint dusting of black hair that tapered down to…

Oh God.

His cock jutted out, huge and hard, and the mere idea of it inside me sent twin frissons of apprehension and anticipation spiralling through my stomach.

There was no way he’d fit. It was impossible!

When I finally dragged my gaze back up to his, his eyes were already focused on me, dark and smouldering with banked heat.

A molten flame dripped down my spine when he spun me around so his erection dug into my lower back.

A full-length mirror hung on the wall opposite us, reflecting my bright eyes and flushed cheeks as he palmed my breasts, gently squeezing them and rolling my nipples between his fingers until they stiffened.

Lust, anticipation, and a hint of embarrassment pooled in my stomach. Watching him explore my body, his touch almost arrogant in its lazy assuredness, was somehow more intimate than actual sex.

"You're very beautiful, my darling," his gentle voice sent shivers over my skin a second before he pinched the sensitive peaks, hard.

I instinctively jerked at the jolt of pain and pleasure.

"Hmmm~!" My reply melted into a breathy sigh when he dipped a hand between my legs.

I didn’t get a chance to fully register what he was murmuring before he slammed into me and tore a cry from my throat.

I was so wet he slid in without much resistance, but the sensation was so sudden and intense that I clenched without thinking.

He hissed out a breath, but he didn’t move until my body acclimated to his size and my whimpers of discomfort faded. Only then did he pull out and push back in.

Slowly at first, then faster and deeper until he set a rhythm that made my knees buckle.

Oh, the pleasure…!

All thoughts vanished from my mind as he hammered into me so deep he hit spots I didn’t know existed.

My eyes fluttered closed, only to fly open again when a hand closed around my neck.

"Open your eyes,” stepdad growled. “Look in the mirror when I’m fucking you."

I did. The sight that greeted me was almost enough to tip me over the edge. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and my eyes were chock-full of lust and unshed tears as he wrung every ounce of pleasure from me.

An endless stream of moans and whimpers poured from my half-open mouth.

I didn’t look like the good, respectable girl I’d been raised to be; I looked wanton and needy and ravished beyond comprehension.

My gaze locked with his in the mirror.

“You like this?” he taunted. “Watching me wreck your pussy while you make a mess all over my cock?”

My lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen for me to respond with anything other than a strangled noise.

The fucking was too intense, and all I wanted was for him to keep going. To push me further and further until I crashed over the cliff looming ahead.

“Do you like this, baby girl?” he asked again, his thrusts not reducing the pace the slightest.

"I" thrust "love" thrust "it."

The force of his fucking increased with each word until the last plunge pitched me forward. If not for his hold, I would’ve collapsed on the floor.

Stepdad’s pace slowed, but the power in each thrust remained vicious. Still, his next words contained a shadow of vulnerability that took what was left of my breath away.

“You don’t know what you do to me.” The rawness of his voice matched the desire in his eyes—dark and fathomless and so visceral I felt it in my bones.

It was that look and those words, spoken in that voice, that finally tipped me over the edge.

I came with a sharp cry, my body shuddering around his. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me until we were both spent and gasping for air.

We held on to each other, our breaths gradually evening in unison as we came down from our highs.

"We look good together, my dear," he said, brushing his lips against mine.

Our reflections stared back at us, dazed and slick with sweat. His arms wrapped around me from behind, and his cheek pressed against mine as we looked at each other with lust, fear, desire, longing, vulnerability and lastly... love.