All Chapters of In Bed With My Step-uncle : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The loud music assaults my ear, the scent of expensive cologne and sweat fills my nostrils, the whole speed of clubbers and activities around me, literally kicks me off balance. It doesn’t feel real. Like I’m watching myself from the outside. Like I’m in a dream, walking toward something reckless. But I’ve thought about this for weeks Every step toward the VIP lounge feels like I’m breaking a rule. Maybe I am. The bouncer steps in front of me, but—surprisingly—he just nods, parts the rope, and lets me in. This is everything my mother warned me against—the exact things I was taught to avoid. I wasn't supposed to walk up to a man like this, I wasn't supposed to wear such revealing outfit in public, nor have any kind of intimate encounter until I was married. "Hi...uhm, I'm sorry about...this." my voice shakes slightly as I struggle to sound confident but fail. The man shifts on the couch, looking up as I step in. "Uhm...I didn't mean to walk in here and disturb you." I'm trying t

ROSE'S POV "Step-uncle." He corrects me. "Corey's my step brother. His mother already had him before she married my father, we were brought up like cousins. The title of family was just mere formality." He starts unbuttoning his shirt revealing toned muscles that shows years of devotion to the gym. "The shirt is damp and uncomfortable, mind if I get rid of it?" I exhale deeply. "Did you know I was your niece last night?" My head is spinning faster than a ticking time bomb. I thought I would never see him again. What was I thinking moaning on my uncle's thighs like a slut. I have to set things straight before he gets the wrong impression of me. "I--" "Trust me, I don't see you as my niece... Corey's child, maybe." He takes deep breath and move away, he looks like he's having a fight of his own. "I've never really been in the picture for that long to be considered family." He stares at my lips for a moment saying nothing, then licks his lower lips. "I had no idea that Corey had a chil

RYAN'S POVThe black sheep of the family?? The words replay in my head. I need to stay calm and avoid confrontations. But I ignored my health and flew over to help his bankrupt firm, and he calls me the black sheep? To hell with the doctor's prescription. I shove Corey hard in the chest, pushing him back onto the couch. I press myself over him, hovering as I sneer. "You really should thank me, you know that right? Worship me. If I hadn't taken my inheritance all those years ago like the prodigal son, if I hadn't multiplied the wealth, who would you have called now to bail your sorry ass out after squandering everything?" I push him roughly again, then step back and straighten, leaving him mumbling a thankyou. I start toward the door but stopped. "I may have done a lot of awful things, but for every bad thing I've done, you've done ten times worse. We both know who the real black sheep of this family is." Corey looks at me for a moment, thinking. "You said you stole a lot of girlfrie

ROSE'S POVI have no idea what's happening. What I am thinking—letting my step-uncle touch me like a lover, arouse me so publicly on the balcony—I know, I'm not thinking. His lips take mine without warning. His kiss is so demanding, and unapologetically dominat—like he's attracted to me, like I'm not about to be married off to someone else. Like none of this is wrong. I part my lips, welcoming his kiss. My fingers trail the toned muscles on his back. Heat rise between my thighs. I'm floating. His lips softly kiss the side of my neck. His fingers lightly touch the sleeves of my dress. I don’t notice what he’s doing at first—until I feel cool air on my shoulder and something warm and wet on my skin. It’s his tongue, tracing a line from my collarbone down to the dip between my breasts. I gasp and look down. My dress is pushed down to my waist. I'm exposed. I'm being taken. "What if my mom walks out now?" I'm breathless."It's dark, she won't see a thing." Ryan says between a mouthfuls

ROSE'S POVI’m still trying to process everything. One minute, I’m sneaking out of my room, hoping to escape before the entire house wakes—and more importantly, to avoid the engagement—and the next, I'm being dragged back upstairs after accidentally opening the door to my future in-laws.The next hour is a blur—hired maids setting the living room, gifts piling in from the McGregor's, my parents scrambling down the stairs half dressed, pretending like this wasn't a surprise attack. Apparently, it’s a closed-door event. Only the wedding will headline the papers.Now, I'm sitting on the bed while the maids run around, eager to get me ready for an engagement I have no interest in. This is all Ryan's fault, if he had'nt delayed me with that stolen kiss, I would have been sipping coffee in a gas station three towns over, instead of getting prepped like a sacrificial lamb. My eyes drift to the Bible study guide on my top shelf—a reminder of the woman I'm supposed to be. Obedient. Gracious.