All Chapters of Step Too Far: Ruined By Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KateMy stomach lurches. I think I might actually vomit. The room tilts, my body disconnecting from reality as if I’m floating somewhere above myself, staring down at the three of them standing in a neat little row, waiting for me to react. Like they’re an execution squad aiming right at my chest.Maybe I’ll just collapse, I tell myself, strangely calm about the possibility. The thought is almost laughable, except there’s nothing funny here. This is pure disaster, not some dark comedy.The only time I’ve ever passed out before was at one of my late mother’s chemo sessions. She insisted I stay focused on school, but I already knew the truth. She was slipping away, no matter how hard my parents tried to paint over it.Don’t faint, Katherine. I order myself now. Not because of this.“It’s a lot to absorb,” my father says.“Yeah,” I echo flatly, my voice mechanical.He clears his throat. “Dorian mentioned he knows you pretty well from school.”I shoot Dorian a hard look, silently daring h

DorianI drag deep on the cigarette, smoke filling my lungs, nicotine buzzing in my veins but doing jack shit to calm the rage swirling in me. I’m out front, propped against the railing along the porch steps, replaying what just went down with Katherine, not with her stiff-ass father or my mother.Whatever circus those two have planned, I couldn’t care less. My mother has had more rings slipped on her finger than I can count—five proposals, three husbands. This isn’t my first rodeo where some uptight asshole in a tailored suit strolls in, shakes my hand, and pretends he’s my brand-new dad.At least this one isn’t cradle-robbing. Before Ella decided CEOs and now apparently politicians were her thing, she went through her rocker stage. That was a wild ride. My favorite disaster was the wannabe twenty-three-year-old she swore she was going to marry. The guy looked seventeen at best, strutting around as lead singer of some bubblegum boy band. The idiot actually had the balls to look me in

KateI drag my fingertips down his torso, following the line between his pecs and brushing across his nipple. He lets out this guttural sound, something animalistic, buried deep in his throat, and it makes the fine hairs on my skin stand on end. It’s raw, predatory, like he’s the hunter and I’m caught in his sights. Except he’s the one stretched out beneath me, and I’m the one on top, thighs framing his body. His cock is exposed, hot against me, and when I grind down along his length, he groans my name.“Kate.”He says it again, rougher this time, and I don’t wait for him to say it again. I guide him inside, my wetness easing the way. The stretch of him fills me, thick and perfect, and I move against him, fucking him, my body remembering the rhythm like it’s second nature. It feels like something I’ve done countless times before, yet sharper, more consuming, better than that first reckless time could ever compare.His hands trail upward from my waist, sliding until they cup my breasts

DorianSenator Douchebag slams the newspaper down on the table. The photo of Katherine and I facing each other, eyes narrowed and lips turned up in snarls, with our middle fingers almost touching, is preceded by a headline that reads:"HARRISON AND Reed ENGAGED: CHILDREN FACE OFF!"Katherine is across from me, her face chalk white. She doesn't look at me, just stares at the paper like she's completely transfixed. I have the impulse to take out my phone and get a photo of her reaction, but I think that would be pushing it, since the Senator's face is exactly the opposite of ghost-white. It's nearly purple."It's really a flattering angle, though," I say. "For me, anyway. It doesn't do Katherine nearly as much justice." That's not true. In the photo, her teeth are nearly bared and she looks practically feral. I shouldn't be so turned on by that, but I swear as I stand here looking at it, I feel my cock stir. This is probably not the best situation to display a hard-on for Senator Douche

Dorian"What do you know what type of person I am?" she asks, wrinkling her nose. "I said it's not a big deal. I don't want to talk about her."We get on the Metro, going who knows where. We're talking, about regular bullshit, nothing heavy. She seems to be less irritated now, and she's laughing at the stories I tell her about some of my mother's friends, Hollywood celebrities, and how our little middle-finger photo is small potatoes compared to the real scandals.She's laughing, and it sounds nice."Where the hell are we going?" I ask, when we get off a stop.Katherine shrugs. "No plans," she says. "Just getting the hell away from the house.Do you have better plans?"I hold up my hands in mock surrender. "Whatever you want, Angel."She ignores me, and we walk for a while until we get to a park. I don't know jack about DC, so I've got no idea where we are...New York and Hollywood, those are the places I know. But she seems to have some idea where we're going, and I'm following her le