All Chapters of Revenge With Step-Daddy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(Roman’s POV)I wake before the sun even thinks about rising.The room’s still dark, just the faint glow from the city bleeding through the curtains, painting stripes across her skin. She’s curled on her side facing me, one leg thrown over the sheet, hair a tangled mess across the pillow, lips swollen and bruised from my teeth. My marks are everywhere: red bites on her throat, fingerprint bruises on her hips, faint handprints on her ass where I spanked her until she begged for more. She looks wrecked.Beautiful. Mine.I don’t move. Just watch her chest rise and fall, slow and steady, like she’s sleeping off a war she started and I finished. My cock twitches against my thigh just looking at her, remembering how she looked riding me, head thrown back, moaning “Daddy” like it was the only word she knew.The guilt hits like a fist to the chest. She’s twenty-two. She’s Valentina’s daughter. I fucked her raw on my bed, came inside her while she screamed my name, and now she’s sleeping in

(Lana’s POV)“Miss me?” The words hang between us, soft and taunting, while I watch him stand frozen in the bathroom doorway, towel slung low on his hips, water still dripping from his hair down his chest. His eyes rake over me slow, hungry, like he’s trying to decide whether to punish me for being here or reward me for being naked. He doesn’t answer right away. Just steps forward, slow, deliberate, the light behind him making every ridge of muscle stand out. His cock’s already half-hard under the towel, thickening while he looks at me. I uncross my ankles, spread my legs just enough to let him see how wet I am, how ready. “You gonna stand there all night, Roman? Or are you gonna come here and fuck me like you’ve been dying to since you walked out this morning?” His jaw ticks. “You broke into my room.” “I walked in,” I correct, voice low, teasing. “Door was unlocked. Almost like you wanted me to.” He stops at the foot of the bed, hands flexing at his sides. “You’re playing a da

(Roman’s POV)I’m still buried deep inside her when my phone starts ringing on the nightstand. Lana’s underneath me, legs wrapped tight around my waist, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat and the mess we just made. Her pussy’s still fluttering around my cock, milking the last drops out of me while she catches her breath, nails digging lazy circles into my back. I don’t want to move. I want to stay right here, buried in my girl, listening to her little whimpers every time I shift. But the ringtone cuts through the room again, sharp and insistent. I glance at the screen. Valentina. My stomach drops like a stone. “Fuck,” I mutter against Lana’s throat. She tenses under me, fingers tightening on my shoulders. “Don’t answer it.” I kiss her collarbone once, slow, then pull out careful, both of us hissing at the loss. I grab the phone, sit on the edge of the bed, cock still half-hard and glistening with her. I answer. “Valentina.” Her voice comes through bright and fake-sweet,

(Lana’s POV)I’m in the kitchen pouring coffee when Roman walks in, phone in hand, tie loose around his neck like he’s already dreading whatever’s on the screen. He stops when he sees me, eyes flicking over my tank top and shorts like he’s remembering exactly what he did to me on this counter yesterday morning. I smile slow, sip my coffee. “Morning, handsome. You look like someone just told you the merger’s off.” He exhales, sets the phone down. “Gala tonight. Voss Foundation. Black tie. They want me there for optics.” I raise an eyebrow. “And?” He leans against the island, arms crossed. “And I need a plus-one. And my wife's not in the country.” My heart kicks. “So take me.” He looks at me like I just suggested we rob a bank. “Lana.” “What?” I step closer, set my mug down, press my body to his side. “I’m not asking to go as your girlfriend. I’ll go as your stepdaughter. Sweet, innocent, arm candy. No one has to know you fucked me senseless last night.” His jaw ticks. “You thi

(Lana's POV) He growls low, hand sliding up my thigh through the slit in the dress, fingers finding my bare pussy, no panties, just wet and ready. “No panties. You walked into that gala full of rich pricks with no panties on?” I rock into his hand, whimper when he circles my clit slow. “For you. To make you lose it. Like this.” He thrusts two fingers inside me deep, curls them, makes me arch and moan loud. “Loud, Baby Girl. Too loud. We’re in public. You think I want anyone hearing what’s mine?” I bite my lip, try to stifle the next moan, but he pumps faster, thumb grinding my clit. “Can’t help it. Feels too good.” He pulls his fingers free, brings them to my mouth, pushes them in. “Suck. Taste how wet you are for me.” I do, tongue swirling around his fingers, sucking hard while I look up at him through my lashes. “Good Girl,” he mutters, voice rough. “Now open wide.” He pulls his fingers out, then reaches for his tie, loosens it quick, yanks it off. I watch, pussy clenching.