Lahat ng Kabanata ng YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Kabanata 311 - Kabanata 320

Liana's PovThe rain came down so hard I could barely see the clinic sign through my windshield. I sat in the car for ten minutes, telling myself to drive home, but my hands turned the key off instead.I needed to say sorry in person for pushing him earlier. I needed him to know I understood why he had to send me away. I stepped out and ran through the downpour without an umbrella because I was already crying anyway.I knocked softly on the glass door. He opened it fast, like he heard me coming. Brian stood there in his shirt sleeves, the top button undone, his hair messy from running his hands through it. His eyes went wide when he saw me soaked and shaking.“Liana,” he said low, pulling me inside quickly. “Jesus, you’re drenched. What are you doing here? Do you have something to tell me? I mean you could just easily tell me on the phone instead of stressing yourself to meet me in the rain or did you forget something?”“No!!! It's not any of that. I just came here to say sorry,” I sa

Brian’s PovI held Liana’s hand as we walked out of the little Italian place on Third Street when Dr Ellis stepped straight into our path.She stared at our joined fingers for three full seconds, then looked up at me with that calm, disappointed face she used on interns.“Brian,” she said quietly but sharply. “We need to talk alone.”Liana’s hand tightened in mine. I squeezed once and then let go. “Give me two minutes, baby,” I told her softly. “Wait in the car.”She walked away quickly, and I faced Ellis. “Say it here,” I said calmly.“You know exactly what this looks like,” she answered low. “She is your patient.”“She was,” I said flatly. “I ended the professional relationship weeks ago. Everything after that is private.”Ellis shook her head once. “The board meets tomorrow morning,” she said. “I have to report what I saw.”“Do what you have to,” I told her and walked away before she could respond.Two days later, I walked into the conference room at eight fifty-five and sat at the

Cassandra's PovI stood on a small stage, my feet cold against the wood beneath me. A bright light shone in my eyes, blinding me so I couldn’t see the men in the room. I could only hear their voices, they came from the shadows, talking about me like I was a car up for auction or a painting hanging on a wall.Beside me stood a man in a suit. He was the auctioneer, his voice was smooth and loud. “Lot 47,” he announced. “A rare opportunity, notice the defiance in her eyes. She is unbroken, imagine the satisfaction of being the one to tame her.”I wanted to spit at him, but my hands were tied behind my back with a rough rope. The coarse fibers burned my wrists every time I moved, i was wearing a simple black dress that felt too thin against my skin. I was so cold, i tried desperately not to shake, I didn’t want them to see my fear.A voice from the darkness called out a number. It was a lot of money, I stopped understanding the numbers long ago, they were all too big.“I have two hundred

Cassandra's PovThe days began to blend together. My world became the penthouse. It was a huge space but it felt very small, i learned its rules. I learned its secrets.There was a private elevator. It required a key to operate, Damien had the key. The elevator doors were a polished bronze color. They never opened unless he was with me, he used it to come and go. I would hear the soft chime when it arrived, it was the sound of him entering my cage.There were security teams. I never saw many of them but I knew they were there. Sometimes I would see a man in a dark suit standing very still in the hallway. He would nod at me but never speak. Other times I would notice a camera lens in the corner of a room, its little red light glowing. They were always watching, Damien was always watching.I found a room one day. I was just walking, trying to find a new corner to look at. The door was not fully closed, I pushed it open. It was an office, but not like any office I had seen, it had a larg

Cassandra PovThe day started like any other. I was in the living room reading, Damien was in his office. The sky outside was a flat gray, i heard the elevator chime. I looked up, expecting to see Ms Albright or one of the security men. But the door opened and a man didn't know stepped out.He was not dressed in a suit. He wore a dark jacket and his eyes scanned the room fast and he sighted me. The book slipped from my hands, the man reached into his jacket. He pulled out a gun, he didn't say a word. He just raised it, he was pointing it at me.I couldn't move or scream. Time seemed to slow down, i saw his finger tighten on the trigger.Then Damien was there, he came from nowhere and slammed into me. He wrapped himself around me and drew us both to the floor behind a large sofa.A loud crack filled the air. The sound was deafening, a bullet hit the wall where my head had been. Piece of plaster rained down on us.Damien was on top of me, his weight pressing me into the carpet. I could