All Chapters of All That Glitters Is My StepDad.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Cierra.I stared at the paper in my hand like it was a death sentence wrapped in an envelope. My heart was still slamming from the moment I picked it off the floor. My ex.... George....was still standing there, eyes narrowed like he was trying to read my soul through my damn forehead.“What’s that?” he asked, chin jerking toward the letter still trembling between my fingers.I blinked fast, masking the panic rising in my throat. “Nothing. Duty calls. You know… life,” I lied, sliding it behind my back like it could disappear.George stepped closer, a wicked smirk curling his lips. “I thought I was your duty call.”He reached out to touch my waist but I slapped his hand away instantly. “Don’t get too comfortable,” I said, trying to sound composed. “You’re here because I was bored, not because I missed you.”He scoffed. “Right. You light a cigarette, sit your sexy ass on top of me, and suddenly you’re Mother Teresa?”“I didn’t ask you to come here,” I shot back.“You didn’t tell me not t

Cierra. The ring caught my eye first. A polished band of silver...too elegant, too meaningful...to be ignored. He removed it slowly, almost ceremonially, like he knew I was watching him. My throat tightened. “Oh, this?” he said with a lazy shrug. “It’s nothing.” Nothing. Funny word for something that looked like a promise. I swallowed hard, forcing breath into lungs that suddenly forgot how to work. God, please let this not be who I think it is. The man my mom is marrying is supposed to be safe, boring, gentle. This man was none of those things. “What room number do you want?” I asked, trying to focus on work, on professionalism, on anything except how his gaze lingered on my lips. “This one.” He tapped the key card in my hand...my room. I blinked. “I… don’t understand.” He stepped in closer, that impossible scent of expensive sin surrounding me. His hand pressed lightly against my spine, guiding, claiming, pushing me back toward the door. His breath brushed th

Dominic's POV.“You want to know what Daddy can do?” I said, voice low enough to stir the air between us.My whore doll since I can't figure out her name arched a brow. “Save yourself the stress of talking and go down on your knees.”The corner of my mouth lifted. The audacity in that girl. “You’re too young to be this wild.”“And yet not young enough to keep your body from begging for me,” she fired back, half-smile, half-challenge.The room felt smaller. My pulse was louder than the bass coming from the club below us. I reached for her wrist and turned her toward the bed. “You play with fire, you’ll get burned,” I murmured.“Then light the match,” she breathed.I pushed her gently onto the sheets, a motion caught somewhere between command and care. She looked up at me like she already knew she had the upper hand. “Welcome to my honey kitty,” she teased.I couldn’t help a short laugh, shaking my head as I slid my finger through her panties, gently rubbing her clit.She bit my arms, m