Todos os capítulos de My Step Father, My Desire : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

KnoxStanding at the rooftop, pain tearing through my heart.The moment she left, I felt a void inside of me. I'm still drenched with water, my wet clothes stuck to my body like a second skin.The starlit sky illuminated the entire space but all I felt was darkness from the anguish surging through me.How could she do this to me? I thought she wanted us to be together?Right from the first day I paid eyes on her, a part of me had yearned for her. I only dismissed it.Now, I want all of her but she's gone.The cool breeze brushes my skin, the biting cold does not deter me. I just don't want to go in right now because everything tends to remind me of her.The hugs, kisses and the way she fits perfectly into me floods my memory.Standing at the rooftop which gives me a beautiful view of the city, I wish Emma is here with me to share in this breathtaking beauty.Everything has spiralled out of control thanks to Monica. I grimace at the thought of what she had done to me.First she succee

KnoxThe drive to the city feels never-ending. Every red stoplight, every slow-moving car in the fast lane, every single second of waiting torture me. My knuckles are white on the steering wheel and the engine roars beneath me as I press the speed limit more than I should. I don’t care. I need to see her. I need to get through to her before the lies that Monica spread consume everything.Instead of going back by plane, I decided to take one of my cars at the penthouse. I need the air to clear my head but I feel worse.The mansion becomes visible just as the sun sets in the afternoon, casting a golden light onto the driveway. Emma’s mother’s car is gone, good. It's a week day, so she should be at the company. That gives me a small window. I kill the engine, grab my phone, and step out. My heart pounded within my ribs as if it wanted to get out.I don’t knock because I have a key. I always have. The door silently opens and I go inside and close it behind me with a soft click. The house

KnoxThe way she goes tense in my arms made me raise an eyebrow, almost touching my hairline.Her hesitation gets me worried. What if I'm just making things up and she didn't even hear my question.I decided to give it one last shot. I dig my fingers into her hair as she lay on my chest, our breath mingling.“Baby, I asked a question.”“Hmmm, what did you say? Sorry I wasn't paying attention.”I chuckled and let my hand glide down her back with smooth skin. She's so exhausted from our love making. I press my lips against her hair,inhaling the floral scent.Though the room has the musky scent of sex. Having her in my room, lying on my bed marks my dick twitch.I want another round of wild sex with her but first, I need to get something clear. I want our relationship, hell, that's if you'll call it that. I want it on clear terms without her throwing tantrums.I'm ready to be her daddy in bed, throw caution to the wind and fuck her whenever I want.“I want to hear you say you've forgiven

KnoxThe elevator dings at and I step out in the lead, already tasting the control. Emma lags behind like she’s walking to her own execution, her heels clicking too loud against the marble. She’s got a navy pencil skirt on the one that curves over her ass just enough to remind me of what I buried myself in yesterday. Her blouse is buttoned to the throat today. Cute. Like the armor’s gonna save her.I don’t look back. I don’t have to. I can feel her eyes drilling a hole through my back, I can hear her heartbeat stumbling. Let it race.“Morning, Mr. Knox,” the receptionist chirps. I give her a smile the one that makes her look worthy of my attention. “Morning. Hold my calls for the next thirty. I’ve got a meeting.”Emma stops dead in her tracks next to me. I don’t acknowledge her. Instead I make my way toward my office, confident she will follow because she has no fucking choice. Not after I “accidentally” reassigned her entire workload last night at 2 a.m. from my phone. She will be

KnoxThe soy sauce hits the table with a deliberate clink. Too loud. I feel it in my molars.Emma’s thighs have already parted from the movement of her legs. And the sight of it almost makes me laugh out loud. Not because it’s funny. Because it’s pathetic how badly she’s trying to pretend she still has a choice.Her fork hasn’t moved in minutes. Gina is still chattering about some tedious story of signing documents. Which I paid half attention too. I'm still surprise about her sudden change, no more fighting and arguing like we used too.I give the required nods, the murmured agreements. My wife doesn’t notice my left hand is gone beneath the table because she never notices anything anymore.My fingertips find soaked lace.Emma jolts so violently the water in her glass trembles. Gina laughs at her own joke and keeps talking.I press the pad of my middle finger straight against her clit.Her eyes slam into mine.I circle lazily, then grind down. Her hips twitch upward before she slam