Alle Kapitel von Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

I shook the dice in the leather cup, the familiar rattle sending that electric thrill through my veins. I was ready to let them fly, ending this night on a high when Rowland’s hand closed over mine, warm and firm, stopping me cold.His thumb brushed my knuckles as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear.“Just a reminder, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low enough that only I could hear. “If it’s not a multiple of three, you strip bare, bend over, touch those pretty toes… and I fuck you just like that. Understood?”Rowland Moretti, one of Baltimore’s most ruthless mafia lords, forty two and built like he could break a man in half without trying knew exactly what he was doing to me. His dark eyes held mine, daring me to back out.I’m Beth Voss. Twenty one. The girl every man in this city wants and every woman wants to be. Long black hair, curves that stop traffic, legs that go on forever. They call me the prettiest bitch in Baltimore for a reason.This back room club doesn’t have a n

The ride back felt like it lasted forever.Everyone was exhausted from the day, hiking trails, identifying bird calls, sketching ecosystems in notebooks. The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows through the trees as the van bumped along the gravel road back toward campus. Chatter had died down to sleepy murmurs and the occasional laugh.I ended up in the same spot as before, the back row, on Professor Harlan’s lap.No one questioned it this time. Mrs. Lang just nodded like it was the practical solution, and the driver was already pulling out.I settled onto his thighs carefully, trying to keep some distance, but the van was packed tighter on the return trip, extra gear in the aisles. There was nowhere to go.His hands rested lightly on my hips at first, steadying me as we hit the first pothole.The road was rougher going back. Every bump jolted me against him. Each time, his hands tightened, just a fraction to keep me from sliding.Then one bigger jolt came, and his right hand m

He flipped me over like I weighed nothing, hands rough on my hips as he spun me onto my back on the desk. Papers scattered, a pen clattered to the floor. I didn’t care. My legs fell open instinctively, skirts still bunched around my waist, thighs trembling.Elias dropped to his knees between them.His eyes dark, intensely locked on mine for a second before he lowered his head.The first touch of his mouth on my pussy made me arch off the desk with a cry.He didn’t tease. He devoured it.His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up my center, then circled my clit with perfect pressure. I moaned loud, shameless, the kind of sound that echoed off the walls and probably carried down the empty hallway.He groaned against me, the vibration making me buck. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open as he sucked my clit hard, then softened, flicking his tongue fast and relentless.I couldn’t stay quiet.“Oh god, Elias fuck…” The moans poured out of me, high and desperate,

I woke up in Mia’s bed with sunlight sneaking through the blinds and the smell of coffee drifting upstairs. My body felt… used. Deliciously sore in places I’d never been sore before. Every shift of the sheets reminded me of Elias’s hands, his mouth, the way he’d taken me apart in his office.I stared at the ceiling, heart racing all over again.Mia was still asleep beside me, one arm flung over her face, snoring softly. I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, grabbed my phone, and padded to the bathroom.No new texts from him. Of course not. He was downstairs. In the same house.I brushed my teeth, splashed cold water on my face, tried to look like a normal houseguest and not a girl who’d been screaming her best friend’s dad’s name twelve hours ago.When I finally went downstairs, Mrs. Harlan was at the stove flipping pancakes, humming along to the radio. Mia’s little brother was already parked in front of the TV watching cartoons.And Elias was at the kitchen island, sipping cof

He pulled me up from my knees, hands gentle now, cupping my face as he kissed me slow and deep, one last taste before the spell broke. I was still trembling, body humming, but he held me steady until my breathing evened out.“Come on,” he murmured against my lips. “We can’t stay down here forever.”I nodded, reality creeping back in. Mia could come home any minute. The house was too quiet.He helped me find my shorts and T-shirt, handed them to me with a small, almost shy smile that didn’t match the man who’d just wrecked me. I pulled them on, fingers clumsy. He tucked himself away, ran a hand through his hair, and suddenly looked like Professor Harlan again.Almost.We climbed the stairs together, careful not to let the steps creak too loud. At the top, he paused, glanced toward the front door like he was listening for Mia’s car.“She won’t be back for hours,” he said quietly. “But we should… keep busy.”