All Chapters of Sinfully yours: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Olivia~ Summer was here, and college had closed for the mean time. It was supposed to be the perfect thing but now it was something I dreaded at this moment. Because of one person. I hadn’t seen him since I was ten. That thought repeated itself like a gentle drumbeat the entire drive up the long, winding road leading to my mother and stepfather’s house. The summer air was I deep and warm, the kind that made me feel safe. I was nineteen now. Supposedly grown. Supposedly over that childish crush. Legally Fuckable. But the universe apparently hated me, because I was about to see him again — tonight — at a family dinner my mother had been excitedly preparing all week. “He’s finally back in town,” she had said. “You’ll be so happy to see him.” No, I absolutely would not. Not if the embarrassing flutter in my chest meat anything, Or the suddenly heat that curls up my thigh when I think of him. “Liv!” Diane, my stepfather's daughter— technically my step-cousin— barreled out

~Olivia~ Lucian’s eyes travelled briskly to my body then my eyes, Part of my breast were exposed peeking out of the bikini. I wanted to smile. Wanted him to hold me in his hands and not let go.“I thought you and Mom were out.” “You should really watch your steps, Olivia.” Lucian strained, putting me on my feet. “I am so sorry, Daddy silly me.” I feinged an innocent expression. “Good thing you were here to support me.” There was suddenly an awkward silence. What was I doing? And you call that flirting, Liv. Really. Lucian’s jaw tightened for a bit before loosening. “And maybe put on something more appropriate.” He growled. Wait. Why did that.... sound so possessive? I chuckled nervously, grabbing the scarf from the ground. Lucian didn’t look away. Not from my skin. Not from the shiver that ran through me. And definitely not from the way I fought to steady my sexual urge. “I’ll be going now, Diane will be waiting.” But when I turned, he grabbed my

~Olivia~I stood there, wet completely drenched. His eyes stared longer than his eyes did..Oh daddy I will let you slip this once then come back without you noticing.At least now one thing was for sure, My so called stepfather never really saw me as his daughter well stepdaughter but he saw me as a prey. A prey meant to be devoured, chewed on, ruined.With a frantic turn, I sauntered back to the pool where the mindless teen friends of Diane created chaos and madness... With the silent grace of a predator, I entered back into the swimming pool watching the others like a queen in her own world.Diane had herself some company, doing a blow-job for a guy whose head was tilted back and back arching off the wall. Without even noticing I suddenly wished it was me at that moment I wanted to be fucked, the one in Diane's place before I lose my fucking mind.They weren't even ashamed, well shame wasn't really a thing for Diane sometimes I even wonder if she was the oldest or I was the oldest.

~Olivia~ Currently I am digging through my mountain of clothes hoping to get the right dress to make a better impression to Diane friends. Apparently, Adrian was picking us and she wanted me to meet them especially the guy she had always dreamt of during her wet dreams, and here I was fussing over the lame meeting. Naked since I was the only one here. I cursed and hissed throwing every piece of fabric my hands touched either they were too plain or too boring— my phone rang on the small wardrobe beside my bed probably my Dad checking on me, snatching the phone from the table Dad was boldly written as the caller ID. With a soft sigh, my thumb tapped on the answer button and his voice floated from the speaker.“OLIVIA WILDE, WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS, YOU PROMISED TO CALL WHEN YOU ARRIVE... BUT NO CALL NO TEXT NOTHING.” He bellowed, scraping something from the pot under the backyard. Well I did promise to call him but things got out of hand. “Dad, listen am sorry okay. It probabl

~Olivia~ Day turned night and the night didn't slow down for me. Not after the countless bottles of drinks I had with Diane. Music thundered through the venue, vibrating in my bones, drowning out thought and consequences alike. Lights strobed across the crowd in violent flashes of colour, illuminating faces I didn’t recognize and didn’t care to. For that moment, I let myself be nothing but movement— shoulders swaying, feet unsteady, pulse syncing with the bass. It was easier that way. Noise kept the memories quiet, and drinks drowned every sorrow. I felt untethered, drifting somewhere between control and collapse, my head light, foggy, thoughts hazt— not drunk enough to forget, not sober enough to fight it. The platform near the DJ booth loomed again, familiar now, like a dare. I climbed up. The Olivia in her right senses wouldn't have done that, she would stay put and mind her business. The crowd responded instantly. Cheers, whistles, attention. Washing over me, intoxi