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2026-04-09 01:08:13
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On Your Knees, Stepsister A fool in love
Yawning, I drew up from the bed, stretching. I rubbed my eyes and stretched once more as I reached towards his side of the bed and came up with nothing. I turned instantly, eyes wide. He was gone from the bed, and for one dreadful second, panic clawed up my throat. Again?Then I heard it, water running in the bathroom and the quiet clink of his toothbrush against the sink. Thank fuck.My shoulders dropped, and I blew out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. God, I was pathetic. The door cracked open, and he stepped out, hair damp and shirt from yesterday wrinkled from how much I clung to him last night. When he saw me sitting up, he paused, gulping, like he wasn’t sure if I’d still be mad. I didn't blame him. He must have remembered how biting I was that first night and wanted to tiptoe around me, so I wouldn't rip his head off for just breathing.“Hey,” he said.“Hey,” I said back.Smiling, he leaned against the door frame and watched me, blue eyes scanning me. I did the same,
On Your Knees, Stepsister I always want you to come back
He didn’t answer. Instead, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the chair.“You look like shit,” I snapped because he did. And because if I didn’t stay mad, I’d cry. “Where were you?”He stopped near the bed, looked down at me, and for once, he didn’t have a smart answer. He just looked … worn.“I’m here now,” he said finally.“Wow.” I laughed. “That explains everything. Thanks for the response, Kielan. It really clears up the whole abandonment thing.”He puffed out a breath, and ran a frustrated hand down his face. “Lylah.”“Don’t Lylah me.” I was yelling now, desperate to hold on to that anger. “You don’t get to disappear and come back and ... and ...”And what? And expect me to fall into his arms? Because I wanted to. God, I wanted to do that so badly.He took one step closer, and I flinched back into the headboard. He was on the bed before I could blink, one knee on the mattress, caging me in without touching. Up close, I could smell him, the familiar scent making half of
On Your Knees, Stepsister Don't talk to me like that
I didn't know how long I sat on that couch, staring at the door, long after Mr Stone left. He had given me a way out, something I had been looking for, all for just a prize. He only wanted Kaelin, and nothing more. All I needed to do was betray him, and I would get my freedom. It's as easy as that, yet, dangerous.I would have likely stayed on the couch all night thinking of Mr Stone's proposal, had my phone not buzzed with a notification.I already knew who it was before I picked it up. Kielin. He's the only one who contacts me. Busy trying to escape his influence and build a life for myself, I had secluded myself from friends, only socialising whenever I went to club and bar owners' meetings. “John has been waiting for over an hour now. What are you still doing in your office? Are you busy? Had a long day?” His text read.I glared at the phone. My anger, which had been at bay, returned with a vengeance. The guts of this bastard to sound concerned when he left me in that fucking roo
On Your Knees, Stepsister A business proposal
The freaking man must have thought we were in a slow-motion movie. He took his time before he turned. I swear it took him a minute to do that. If he was trying to be mysterious, I didn't feel it at all. I just felt annoyed. Hard green eyes locked with mine when he finally looked. “Miss Lylah,” he said, forcing a smile as he showed off crooked teeth, with the front upper incisor missing a tooth. I closed the distance between us, still checking him out, and wondering what a man like this wanted with me. “How did you know Kielan?” I asked, getting straight to the point. Truthfully, I wouldn't have shown up if he hadn't mentioned his name. I needed to know what business he had with Kielan that would warrant him seeking me out.He smiled. “Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the couch opposite the one he's sitting on. “This isn't a conversation we can have with you standing.” He reached for a glass of liquor, and took a sip, taking his time once more, like a man who had no cares. Scept
On Your Knees, Stepsister Who's he?
I slept in that room because I was too tired and spent to drag my body back to my room. I figured he would return to check on me, but he didn't. I was so disappointed when I woke up, that I went straight to my room, to wash out the evidence of what had happened, in spite. My bath took longer than it normally did. I stayed under the warmth until I washed away the evidence of last night. His cum on my stomach took the longest to wipe out, but eventually, it did. Done, I got dressed and went downstairs, expecting Kielan to be there. Hell, I was hoping he was making breakfast for me like he did that morning after our first night together. I was really looking forward to that, only to end up disappointed.My heart tightened when I didn't see him in the kitchen, and there was no aroma in the air, nothing at all. Disappointed, I walked back to the sitting room, planning to go up and check if he was in his study before leaving for work. I had just taken a step towards the stairs when my p
On Your Knees, Stepsister You did well
He worked me through it, his movements gentling but not stopping, drawing out the pulses until I was sobbing, spent, completely hollowed out.Finally, he stilled, and withdrew his fingers from my clit, leaving me throbbing, but he left the toy buried inside me.He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His breathing was slightly elevated, the only sign he was affected at all. “See?” he whispered, slipping the toy out of my pussy. “I told you I'd make you love it.”The emptiness was shocking. My body clenched around nothing, and I despised it. I hated the loss more than I had hated the invasion.Before the thought could fully form, before I could even draw a ragged breath, I felt an extra pressure, not like what I felt earlier, this was real. It wasn't silicone, it was flesh, thicker than the toy, and so familiar.The broad, unforgiving head of him rested against me before he pushed in. One devastating, claiming thrust. There was no slow push, no gentle working. He filled
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