All Chapters of Pleasured by her Step-Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Please, dad, stay with me," I breathlessly whispered, cradling my father's head on my lap."I-I..l-ove..." My father sputtered, gagging on his own blood as he attempted to speak."Ssshhh," I soothed, blinking back tears."I know you love me, but right now, I don't want you to strain. The medics will be here soon." I didn't know who I was trying to convince—my dad or myself. I wasn't stupid; I could see his eyes beginning to close while his face began to pale."Muum! What's taking too long?" It was a miracle I could still speak coherently. My mother was pacing frantically, her phone on her ear, trying to get through to the emergency call line. She ran towards us, her stilettos clicking on the wooden floor."Help is on the way; the ambulance will be here shortly. Honey, I need you to look at me; don't you close those eyes on me." She knelt beside us, placing the phone on the floor."El...iana." He called, spitting blood from his mouth. My mother worked on pressing his bullet wound with

ElianaNicholas sat beside me in the restaurant, much to my dismay. "You haven't touched your food, Eliana; is it not to your liking?" he asked nonchalantly, his deep voice making me fidget. I threw a glance at him, only to find him staring openly at my lips. I always bit my lower lip when I was nervous, an action that had the man's eyes openly devour me, or maybe I was just overthinking."I'm not hungry," I curtly replied, chuckling nervously. I directed my eyes to my plate when my mother and her fiance looked at me."Why don't you tell Ellie how we met?" My mother sparked up a conversation, making me scoff inwardly. I wasn't interested in knowing about their love lives; heck, I didn't even want them to get married."Of course!" Robert seemed delighted as he put his fork on the side of his plate. I visibly tensed, my grip on the wine glass tightening."Relax; you'll break the glass." Nicholas whispered beside me, his voice making my heart leap."She came to my office in need of my se

ElianaI went upstairs the minute we got into the house for a change of clothes. I still couldn't believe that he had volunteered to stay with me. As I ascended the stairs to go back to the living room, where Nicholas was, I felt like I shouldn't have accepted his offer. I was scared, though, of being alone at night in the same house where my father had been murdered."I didn't know what you liked watching, so..." Nicholas referred to the TV with a slight shift of his hand. He was going through a list of movies on Netflix, his muscular back right in front of my hungry eyes. He was still standing, but he had removed his jacket and his boots. His biceps had my hands itching to touch them. To trace every tattoo on them while he grunted in pleasure."I figured since we'll be here for a while, why not enjoy a movie and get to know each other?" His calmness made me question my racing heartbeat. His presence alone made my legs jelly."I'm not really a fan of watching. I prefer reading novels

Eliana"I still can't believe your mother is getting married," Rachel chatted as we took off our clothes on the lake shore, outside Dorian's car. The lake was simply magnificent, away from city life and with all the quiet that I really needed. There wasn't a single soul except us, and we were determined to use that to our advantage. Only a big cabin near the lake existed, but we never saw anyone there, even though it was in good shape. Whenever any of us was low, the small lake was the place to go to unwind."Hey twerp, we came here to have a good time, not to remind Ellie what she's going through," Dorian called from the other side of his car, his ripped chest visible through the windows. I found it mouthwatering in the past, but at that moment I envisioned how Nicholas would look without a shirt on. I wondered how his muscles would feel under my fingers."As if you aren't curious to know the whole story?" Rachel hit back, shrugging her shoulders when Dorian flipped off at her. We al

NicholasEliana sat on a white wooden bench in their backyard, chewing while staring into space. Despite the beauty of the garden with perennial beds and a short meandering walk, her mood remained sour. I approached slowly, pocketing my hands in my slacks. Somehow I knew she wasn't going to lash out at me."Have you thought about what she went through after her husband of more than 20 years was murdered, leaving her with her only child in search of his killer?" I started sitting beside her. I left a small space between us, not wanting to get any ideas. Ever since I saw her the first day I went to meet her mom, she intrigued me. Her natural beauty had me hooked, and despite reminders to myself of her young age, I couldn't stop wanting her."You're ruining my appetite," she mumbled, taking another bite of my food. I couldn't help but feel good that she liked my food. That hadn't been the reason I followed her outside, so I continued."Yes, he was your father, but they had a bond—a conne