Seducing Stepdaddy

Seducing Stepdaddy

Avery

With that, I leaned backward, took my plate off the table, and walked away. I could feel his dark gaze burning into my back, but if anything, I pretended to be unfazed and rushed back to my room.

A few moments passed, yet my heart thumped faster than ever. But when I heard the car engine roar to life outside, I knew that was him rushing off to work. I walked towards my window, watching the car disappear onto the road.

Around noon, I heard the main door open and I rushed down the staircase. Disappointment fell on my face when I see it was just my mother, who just came home doing god-knows-what outside our home.

She walks past me without uttering a word, as if I’m not even there, and I pull on a face as the smell of bile and alcohol hit my nostrils.

I follow her movements in the kitchen, glaring at her as she pulls out a glass bottle of whiskey before settling down on the couch. She kicks off her heels and lets out a tired groan.

“Avery, sweetie, get out of the way, will you?” she mutters in a sultry voice as she reaches for the remote on the table.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed before heading back for the stairs.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that, bitch.” She cusses, and I turn to look at her with contempt in my eyes.

One moment, she acts all lovely and sweet, the next she reveals her true colors—nasty old hag.

“You know, Mom, if you start getting your shit together, then maybe I’ll consider,” Then I lifted my chin and began to walk up the short flight of stairs when I am stopped by the shattering of glass on the stairs I came from.

“You ungrateful bitch!”

My head snapped back to see the enraged look on her face, nostrils flaring as she stomped towards me. I didn’t give her the chance to abuse me again, treat me like how she used to before because I’m bigger now. I can choose not to be treated the way I had been since my childhood years and just walk away from it all.

And I chose to quicken my steps and get back to my room without a so much as a scratch from her.

Her footsteps follow right behind me, but I slammed the door shut on my back, locking it when someone pounded on the door loud.

“After everything I’ve done for you, you give me this shit,” she snarled and kicked the door. My heart nearly jumping out of my chest as I flinched.

I wanted to scoff though. What has she done for me? She would say that giving birth to me had left her the biggest scar for life, and that I should be grateful. Growing up though, I believed her. She made me think I didn’t deserve all the little things, the little hugs and kisses goodnight or even gifts on my birthday. I was neglected, and I had to learn everything on my own from the moment I could walk.

I waited for the day I’ll graduate and leave her for good. Now that I graduated, I still couldn’t leave. But I also couldn’t point out the reason why.

She cursed and screamed at me, calling me a whore and a bitch and all other degrading names but I wouldn’t come out of my room no matter what she says, until she finally decided to give up.

“Don’t fucking come out of that room, you hear me?!”

That was the last thing I heard before her footsteps disappeared, and I knew she was probably heading out to go clubbing again.

I knew why. I knew very well why she would choose the clothes she wore and do the things she did, never playing the motherly role she should for me. My mother gave birth to me early, specifically at eighteen. She didn’t like what bearing a child did to her body at such an early age; it made her feel worthless. She despised me ever since.

I took in a deep breath, and sighed.

I guess I won’t be having lunch for today.

Hours passed, and I heard someone knock on the door. I tensed, but also determined to face the person behind it if it was my mother.

“Ms. Avery, she just left. You can come out now,”

I felt immense relief when I heard Melinda’s soft voice sound through the doors. Somehow, her presence always lightened my mood.

“I’ll be right out, Melinda.” I call out and rushed to my vanity, picking up a brush and combed through my luscious blonde hair. I looked back at my reflection in the mirror. My long, blonde hair cascaded down my breasts in beach waves, honey, almost golden eyes of what looked like a beautiful young woman stared back at me. My eyes dragged down two large hickeys evident on my neck. I bite my lip. I wonder if he has it figured out yet. Still, I know he’d probably gaslight himself. He would never have expected his one and only stepdaughter to climb in bed and sleep with him, but every inch of me wants to do it again. I want to feel him obsess over my body over and over again until the break of dawn.

I’ve always admired him, and I want him to feel just how much I want to please him, if it’s the last thing I do here.

Melinda gave me ridiculous amounts of food for dinner. She knows I don’t eat much, and always expressed her concern about my wellbeing. I found it amusing, since the only person who is related to me by blood don’t even bother to ask if I have food in the house, always leaving me to fend for myself. I shrugged.

Well, that’s that.

“Where is Mason?” I ask Melinda, who shrugs and squeezed her faded brows.

“He should be back anytime soon,” she assures me.

I nodded and finished my food before going back up to my room.

I waited until the clock ticked ten p.m. to come out. Melinda would already be passed out, and Mason…

I tiptoed my way to his bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief to see it wasn’t locked. I peeked through the gap, and was delighted to see him sleeping soundly. I stared at him in awe, and let my eyes travel down his muscular body, down the V below his abs. The rest was covered under the sheets, but that I will deal with later.

I slipped into the room, moving as quiet as possible, stripping myself naked for him before I switched off the lights. Lifting the sheets, I was about to climb on the bed when a calloused hand grabbed my wrists, and pulled me onto the bed with my back against the soft mattress. I let out a little squeal when I smelt the most alluring cinnamon scent invade my nostrils, fogging my senses, and I blink up at the huge figure straddling me. His knee pressed between my legs, making me whimper.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Avery?” he growled, voice husky, I gulped.