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“I need you to come.” I am on the edge of an insane orgasm staring at Mr Williams fingers. He is finger fucking me as I hold on to my dear life. I'm begging him to fuck me harder and watch my wetness slip down his arm. I need something bigger. I need his- “Emma!” I jerk in my seat, startled. Mr Williams' deep voice pushes me out of my dirty imagination. Dammit. “Yes sir,” I respond, blinking hard. I've been completely lost in my head for the past minute. What the hell is wrong with me? “I said come with me,” he repeats those same words that drifted me to one of my many imaginations with him. This was certainly not the first. And trust me won't be last time I imagine my boss and step father fuck me. I scramble to my feet, feeling my cheeks turn red. Mr Williams' grey eyes are on me. His long fingers wrapped around the door knob. The thought of them wrapped around my neck cross my mind. Stop it Emma. “I'm sorry,” I mumble as I grab the last file. I catch the glimpse of other employees gazing at me as I arrange the files on my side of the conference table. It’s already bad enough that everyone knows me as his stepdaughter. I wonder what they might think of me if they ever found out how much I fantasize about fucking him. Yes. My name is Emma Collins and I have dreams of my step father's cock buried inside me. His girth and length fucking the senses out of me. Knox Williams is my mother's new play thing. Hot with a sexy tattooed body I only get to see at home. I can't lie that I'm not jealous of my mother's choice. Or how she's the one that gets to fuck him while I'm haunted by her loud moans at night. But I know it won't last long. None of my mother's many marriages do before she finds a new richer guy to fuck and seduce to become his wife. My mother also never misses the opportunity to remind me I was a mistake from her first. I never got to meet my father and I want to keep it that way. She tells me my face reminds her of him, which isn't even my fault. But who cares? She already sees me as nothing more than a mistake she resents. And I plan to give her more reasons to hate me when I finally fuck her husband. I got the perfect chance when he offered me an internship position at his marketing firm and wasted no time to accept it even though my mother was against it. Fuck her. But to be fair, I didn't have much of a choice when all I had gotten several rejections from the other firms I had applied to. Mr Williams was my savior and might just be my ruin. He has a body of a Greek god and a face any woman would be on her knees for. I secretly hate that my mom saw him first. Those full lips and eyes are my worst distractions. I could barely concentrate throughout the meeting. Or even now when he turns to look at me. I'm already a wet mess down there. He opens the door and steps out first, holding it back for me. His gaze on me leaves a shiver skittering over my skin. It's electric. And hot. I adjust my skirt as I try to match his step. The throbbing sensation between my thighs is killing me. I can't help but think what he'll do to me when my thoughts of him do this much. “Are you coming?” I want him. And I'm going to make Knox Williams mine.KnoxThe rain has softened into a light drizzle by the time I pull into the garage of the high-end apartment building. The city skyline glimmers through the wet windows of my car, reflecting off the puddles on the concrete floor, but I barely notice the luxury surrounding me.The sleek lines of polished stone and glass, the reserved parking spots for residents who pay more for silence than most people earn in a year, it’s all meaningless to me now.Monica always knew how to spend money. I know she's materialistic.After our divorce, she walked away with enough to live comfortably for the rest of her life. The settlement was generous, the kind that buys you beautiful views, 24-hour security, and doormen who never ask questions. I park in a visitor space, kill the engine, and sit for a moment, my hands still on the wheel. My heart pounds hard against my ribs, a steady rhythm of fury mixing with something darker that I refuse to name.I step out of the car. The cool air in the garage b
KnoxI sit alone at the far end of the dimly lit bar, tucked into a corner where no one is watching , and the outside world seems like a distant memory. The place isn’t crowded tonight, just a few people scattered around, nursing drinks, speaking in low murmurs that blend into the soft hum coming from hidden speakers. The stool beneath me is worn leather, cool against my back, but nothing about this spot offers any comfort. Tension coils tight in my shoulders, a knot that refuses to loosen.My whiskey sits half finished in front of me, the ice slowly melting into amber liquid that catches the faint blue light from the neon sign behind the bar. I swirl the glass absentmindedly, watching the ripples spread and disappear.My mind can’t let go of today. Of that moment. Of Ethan leaning in, his lips brushing Emma’s cheek right there in the open office, no care for who might see, no hesitation in his movements. And Emma... she froze for that one fatal second, before pulling away. I wa
EmmaLightning flashes across the dark sky.A strong breeze rushes through the empty driveway, rattling the leaves on the nearby trees. My heart sinks, weighed down by a knot of dread. The car engine refuses to turn over, no matter how many times I twist the key. The dashboard lights flicker weakly before dying completely.How am I supposed to get home now? The thought of walking miles in the rain makes my stomach churn with unease.And then I hear it, a gentle tap on the car window right beside my head. I gasp sharply and look up, startled. Ethan stands there in the dim light of the streetlamp, his forehead creased in a frown.“Ethan… Damn, what is he doing here?” I mutter under my breath, my pulse racing at the sight of him.I roll down the window just a crack.“Hi, Emy,” he says, his voice smooth and casual, the same way he always talks to me. I sigh deeply, letting my shoulders drop. “Stop calling me that.”“Why? You’re scared of him?”“Who?”“Your stepdad.”I glare at him throug
EmmaI sit at my desk, my head lowered, forcing my fingers to move across the keyboard. The numbers from the quarterly report blur in front of me as a headache builds behind my eyes, a painful reminder of everything that’s gone wrong today. Knox’s cold words still echo in my mind, and no matter how much I push them away, they keep coming back with disappointment. But I can’t afford to dwell on it. I need to finish this report.I keep working, even though my body aches with the weight of the hours. I just want to finish this. I can’t give Knox any more reasons to think I’m failing him.While I’m lost in the report, someone approaches my desk. I glance up to find a woman from another department standing there, holding a small plastic bag. She smiles at me.“Your mom asked me to get some skin care products for her,” she says, her voice almost too bright. “I went to her office, but she didn’t come in today.”I feel a deep sigh escape me before I can stop it. The mention of my mother brin
KnoxThe door opens just as Ethan’s lips brush Emma’s cheek, and the sight hits me like a sudden drop in temperature. I don’t explode with rage, though it simmers low and controlled inside me, building with every second. My face stays blank, but my eyes narrow, sharply, taking in every detail of the moment. Ethan’s usual grin disappears instantly. His gaze flicks between me and Emma, his confidence crumbling in front of us.“I’m sorry,” he stammers quickly, his voice higher than usual, thinner. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Just… saying hello. I’ll go now.”He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He grabs his jacket off the empty chair and rushes out, his footsteps echoing down the hallway before fading around the corner. He doesn’t look back. Part of me respects the speed of his retreat, if he’d lingered for even a second longer, I might’ve lost the tight control I keep on myself.I turn to Emma. She stands frozen, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes wide with panic. She opens her mout
EmmaI rush through the revolving doors of the company building on a busy Monday morning, already feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me before I even reach my desk. Everyone around me wears serious, almost grim expressions, like there’s an invisible cloud hanging over the office. The moment I step inside, something shifts in the air, a tension that makes my skin prickle, like the whole room is focused on me.A small group of women stands near the elevators, waiting for the next one. As I pass them, their voices drop to hushed whispers. They cover their mouths with their hands, but the effort only makes their words carry further. I try to ignore it, telling myself it has nothing to do with me.Then, one of them speaks clearly enough for me to hear.“Isn’t she the one in the tabloid this morning?”“Yes, dear. That’s Emma.”Heat floods my face so quickly it feels like my skin is burning. My cheeks flare with embarrassment, and my throat tightens, making it hard to breathe.
Knox My senses freeze and my body seizes as she tries to coax me into a kiss.I jerk my head back, dragging my lips away from hers. She lunges again but this time I am ready.My fingers snake around her neck, almost choking her.Her eyes bulged, wide with fear that glazes over them.She claws at m
Emma I snap my eyes open, my chest heaving, as short gasps of breath tore through my lungs.My eyes darts around the familiar surrounding of my room, so it's a dream? But the wet, tingling sensation down there makes everything feel so real.The continuous blare of the alarm wipes the grogginess fr
KnoxThe sound of Gina's voice tickles my senses, and suddenly my imagination fades into nothingness.I struggle to push myself up from the bed but my arms gave up, and I fall back with a grunt.“Oh no! my love, are you alright?” she asks in concern.I can hear the hurried sound of footsteps rushin
EmmaMy head jerks up. His question strikes me like a slap, I never saw it coming. My thoughts scrambles for balance.“What do you want from me?” Knox repeats the question. His gray eyes pins on my face.The atmosphere turns to a tight coil of tension, and the air feels heavy with silence.I try to







