All Chapters of My Stepfather, My Ruin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nicole Harper~•~I expected Tristan to come home, but not as fast as he did. I didn’t even think my mother came home with him or I would have heard her voice as she always announced herself whenever she was back home.I’d been quite wary while putting on the only good pair of lingerie I had, but seeing Tristan’s reaction to it had my confidence shooting through the roof. He stepped in slowly and locked the door behind him. His eyes were still on me, specifically my breasts as he brought out his phone and keys from his pocket, placing them gently on the nightstand. He removed his watch and kept it as well before taking off his cufflinks.The next to come off was his tie, then his belt. When he was just left in his shirt and pants, he climbed on the bed, wordlessly. My breathing was heavy as his hand found the back of my neck and pulled my face close to his and slammed his lips against mine.I kissed him back immediately, gripping the collar of his shirt, so we could be as close as po

Tristan Michelson~•~I wish I could tie her to my bed and never let her leave.The thought came out of nowhere while I watched her sleep. She was curled on her side, her face half-buried in the pillow, lips parted, breathing slow and deep. My tie, which I’d used as a temporary blindfold, lay discarded on the floor. One of her arms was tucked under her cheek while the other was on my chest. Her hair spilled everywhere, wild and sweaty from how rough I had been. My gaze dropped to the faint red marks from her hips where I’d gripped too hard.She looked wrecked.She looked like mine. And I hated how much I liked it.I slid off the mattress carefully, not wanting to wake her. My bare feet hit the cool floor. I’d managed to take off my shoes before climbing over her. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and the faint vanilla of her shampoo. I ignored the way my cock twitched at the scent and walked to her bathroom.The light was off. I bother turning it on. I just left the door open enough f

Nicole Harper~•~My mother spent her weekend at home so I spent mine outside. I didn’t know how to be under the same roof with her. It didn’t help that she was always curious about my life.I didn’t sleep outside though. I just stayed out as long as I could and went back home to sleep.I was more than happy when Monday finally came, not because I was eager to go to work, but because I could actually have a reason to stay out of the house. I really needed to get my own place soon.I’d been working for Tristan for two months and a few weeks and the pay was honestly good. I was saving for when I eventually moved out because I’d need to get furniture and all that. Living in Tristan’s house was good for me, for my future. I only used my salary for transportation. I didn’t need to spend on food because almost everything was in the house. Tristan didn’t mind having me around and neither did my mother. I could stay there for a few more years and save enough for a down payment before I event

Nicole Harper~•~[Me: are you free?]I stared at my screen, waiting to see if he’d respond to my message or if he had finally given up on me as I never really gave him an answer the last time he asked me out on a date.I sat up straighter when the text message was marked red, then the three dots appeared.[Mike: yeah, you’re not working today?][Me: I called in sick.][Mike: are you okay?][Me: yes. I just needed a break from work. Are you free to hang?][Mike: well, that’s new]I bit down on my bottom lip, wondering if that was it. Then he sent the next message.[Mike (2): but I guess that’s a good thing. Should I come pick you up?]I didn’t hesitate to send my address, along with a message telling him that I’d be ready in thirty minutes.I got to work immediately. I took a fresh shower because I could still feel the stickiness in my thighs from what Tristan did at the office earlier. Since he said Mike wouldn’t get me wet, I was eager to prove him wrong. I wanted him to know he was

Nicole Harper~•~It was past seven when I woke up the next morning, which meant I was going to be late for work.When I opened the door to the bedroom and poked my head out, I saw that Mike was already up and busy with his laptop. “Good morning,” I brought his attention to me. “Do you have anything I can change into after taking a shower? I’m going to be late for work if I wait to go home before showering.”“Good morning to you too,” he laughed. “And you can go through my closet. Take whatever you want.”“Thanks.” I went back in, grabbed the first pair of sweatpants and shirt I saw, and dashed into the bathroom, hearing him still chuckling in the living room.Unlike me, he didn’t have to rush to go to work. If I had the option, I would definitely consider working from home.I took the fastest shower known to man, rubbed off my body with his towel as I had no time to care for hygiene, and put on his clothes. They were quite big on me and made it seem like I was doing the walk of shame