All Chapters of Step Too Far: Ruined By Him: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Katherine “Live life on the edge,” he whispers. “Take a little risk once in a while, Angel.” He doesn’t move for a minute, and then, his head looking forward and his movements smooth, he pulls my thigh toward him with one hand and reaches between my legs with the other.I already know what he's going to find. He's going to find that my panties are absolutely drenched. I'm already aware of that. I hate that my traitorous body melts under his touch.“You’re the Devil,” I protest, my brain insisting that doing this with him is so wrong. I'm not the girl who lets go, lets someone like Dorian touch her in the back of a limo.I squeeze my legs together, but it doesn’t faze him. It only traps his hand between my thighs, leaving his fingers pressed against my pussy lips. He still moves his fingers, and it sends a shock of arousal coursing through my body like electricity.I want desperately to let go. I want him to take me higher, but I don’t know that I can. I don’t know that I should. In f

Dorian "It doesn't mean I'm falling for anything." But she's still as I slip her panties over her bare ass and drop them to the floor."Whatever you say, sweetheart." I say. "Remind yourself of that when you're coming on my tongue.""Dorian," she protests, but only until I start to lick her, my hands gripping her ass cheeks and pulling her pussy against my mouth. I make my way over every inch of her sweet lips, rolling my tongue over and over her clit as she stands, unmoving, bent over the desk. The word becomes less of a protest and more of a moan. "Dorian. Oh, Dorian."That moan again, the one where she moans my name, is the one that kills me. It’s the one I use to mock her, but it's crazy how insane it makes me, hearing it come out of her mouth. I suck her clit into my mouth, and thrust my fingers inside her until her legs are quivering and she’s calling out my name over and over like it’s the only word in the English language she can remember. I plunge my tongue inside her sweet

Katherine A look of irritation crosses his face, and he withdraws his fingers. I start to step down, thinking he’s giving me a reprieve from his delicious torment, but he grabs me by the arms before I can make it off the ladder, turning me around and pushing me back hard. “I want you now.”“Did you just hear that?” I ask. The step of the ladder digs into my back, and I would slip and fall down, except for the fact that he’s pinned me there. I’m looking down at him, my head angled just above him. I shouldn’t be preoccupied with how he looks at me, his expression clouded with lust. I should be preoccupied with how my father and his mother might be somewhere in this house, how they could walk in at any moment. I should be preoccupied with how my father’s face would look when he walked in on the two of us in the library.“I don’t hear anything,” he says, sliding both hands over my ass.“Anyone could come in,” I protest. But the void left by his fingers is too distracting to allow me to f

Katherine "Shit." Dorian has pulled up his pants before I can blink, and is looking casual and blasé by the time Rose opens the door."What happened?" she asks, looking back and forth between us."I...the ladder came off the tracks," I say.Dorian interrupts. "She was trying to reach one of the books on the shelf up there, and it just...gave way. Someone should definitely come out to look at that. It seems like a safety hazard. That's a problem with these older houses." He looks so sincere I almost believe him.Rose looks at me long and hard and I try not to blush. "You were trying to reach one of those books up there on...medieval history?"I swallow hard. "I was browsing. For research purposes.""Research purposes," she repeats. "It's a good thing Dorian was in here to help you when the ladder gave way."I clear my throat. "Yes. It's definitely a good thing."Rose turns to leave, but pauses when she reaches the door. "I'm glad to see the two of you getting along so well."I look at

Katherine“So you and the hot step-brotherrr,” Jo says. “Dish. Now”“There’s nothing to dish,” I protest. I'm annoyed because of how fixated Jo is with Dorian and me. We’re sitting outside, our feet dangling off the edge of the dock, watching as the party planners set up tents and engagement party paraphernalia in the backyard. My father has some kind of notion that I’m supervising all of this.“Ugh. Do you really think he’s hot?”As if on cue, Dorian walks out onto our shared balcony, wearing nothing but boxer briefs. It’s like he thinks he’s a fucking male model, strutting around like a peacock with no concern for the people in the yard.People who stop and gawk.He’s done the same thing every damn morning for the past three days, standing outside my window like I’m going to see his hard-on and lose my mind. Yesterday, he pressed it up against the glass door, making lewd gestures with his tongue and rubbing his nipples. He's trying to get a rise out of me, and it's definitely workin